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“So, did you peek at the nursery?” I ask eagerly.
“No, I promised I’d stay out of there until you could show me,” she groans in frustration. “Will you show me now? I can’t take the suspense any longer. I wouldn’t even let myself go upstairs because I’d have been too tempted,” she grumbles at the end.
“Oh, Samantha, what am I going to do with you?” I shake my head at her, but pull her toward the stairs, turning off the lights as we go. I make one last stop to check the front door is locked and swoop her up in my arms so we can take the stairs at a faster pace. Her pregnancy waddle is just too slow.
When we get in front of the nursery, I set her down in front of the closed door. She looks to me for permission to enter, and I nod. When she steps in, it’s dark, so I hit the lights. I adjust the brightness, so she can see there’s a dimmer switch.
“Ohmigod, Enzo. We’ll be able to sneak in here and keep it fairly dark. I wish I’d had one of those with the other kids.”
She stands in the middle of the room and looks around slowly as if she’s taking everything in. I’ve installed white wainscoting and painted the walls a shade of blue that’s apparently called Blue Birds Feather. I have no idea what nut job names paint that, but it’s what Samantha wanted.
I’ve assembled the cribs, shelves for toys, and replaced the carpet with light gray flooring. The two-toned cribs are gray and white, matching the floors and walls perfectly. My sister came over to help me hang pictures on the walls of baby animals, as well as set up the cribs for each child. Samantha had picked out blue and gray sheets for our baby boy and the same pattern, but accents of purple, blue, and gray for our girl. We still need to get the rest of the baby gear, but the room looks as if it can be lived in, if I do say so myself.
When Samantha turns to me, her eyes shine bright and her mouth is covered by her hand, so I can’t tell if they are happy or sad tears. “Did I do okay?” I ask, needing reassurance.
“It’s perfect, Enzo. Simply perfect,” she whispers, then throws her arms around me in appreciation. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect room.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and I take the hint to close the gap. When her lips taste mine, she’s greedy and her kiss soon becomes filled with want.
Knowing that Maddie’s right next door, I reluctantly pull back to whisper, “Why don’t you thank me appropriately in our room.”
I don’t have to say any more. Samantha quickly takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom. The minute I shut the door behind us and click the lock for safe measures, Samantha reaches for the hem of her shirt and tosses it over her head.
Not to be outdone, I do the same, then toe off my shoes as I reach for the buckle of my belt. Before I can do any more, she whispers, “Let me show you how appreciative I am for all that you do for us.” She reaches out to pull me close to her. Her breath tickles my neck, sending an electric current across my body. When her lips reach mine, my body explodes with desire.
I instantly take control of our kiss and show her just how turned on I am. I fist her hair at the base of her neck and guide her mouth as it moves against mine, like I know she loves. She lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard and she presses her body to mine. Now that she’s pregnant, she can’t get as close as I desire, so I lead her to the bed. Once the back of her legs presses against the bed, I guide her slowly onto her back. She quickly breaks our kiss and scoots to the center of the bed.
I follow her, kissing every part of her along the way, starting at her ankles. I kiss her waist, and as soon as I feel her writhe beneath me, I pull down the leggings and panties she’s wearing, quickly letting them land on the floor. She wiggles her arms behind her, and suddenly, her bra goes flying across the room, too.
I spread her thighs apart and kiss my way along the inner seam until I reach her center. She arches her back to meet me as my tongue licks slowly across her slit, driving her wild. I reach up and press my thumb to her clit and she practically detonates in an instant. I keep up this steady rhythm until she explodes with ecstasy. I keep right with her as she peaks and comes down from her high. Seeing Samantha come apart has got to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
When she recovers, she grabs at my hips and leads me right to where she wants me.Who am I to disappoint?I push my tip inside and allow her time to acclimate. I move in and out of her ever so slightly, feeling each and every inch of her delicious body as she takes me in. “I love you. I want you. I need you, Enzo. More… Just like that,” comes out in pants as I bring her to another pinnacle of her high. Warmth spreads across her body as her body convulses once again. Her coming apart is one of the things I have come to love. I pump in and out of her at a steady pace until I know she’s through her orgasm. Then I follow her into my own release, letting out a string of low curses when I finally crest the wave of ecstasy I’ve been riding.Holy shit. I don’t think it can get any better than this.
25
Samantha
By the Fourth of July,I feel as if I’m thirty-five years pregnant, instead of weeks. I walk downstairs, if you can call my distinct waddle walking, and catch Enzo eyeing me up and down. The fool still thinks I’m sexy, but I feel anything but. He, of course, still makes my mouth water and hasn’t gained an ounce since I’ve met him. In fact, with each passing day, I think he somehow gets hotter.How the fuck does that happen?
I catch Enzo’s eyes, and he’s smiling wickedly at me as he shakes his head. “I haven’t changed since the day we met, beautiful.”
“Damn filter,” I mutter under my breath.
He looks me over once again, but stops at my feet. “Uhhh…”
“What?” I say defensively.
He seems a bit sheepish as if he isn’t sure how to say something. “Are you going for a patriotic look?”
“What do you mean?”
His lips turn up at the edges, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile. “Well, you’re wearing a red and white top, blue shorts, and two different colors of shoes.”
“Are you kidding me?” I can barely put my shoes on, unless I can slip into them, let alone see them once they’re on.
“Which color did you mean to put on?”
“The red ones,” I moan in disgust. Now I have to go back upstairs to get them. Which, of course, means another trip to the bathroom before we can leave. The twins think it’s fun to bounce on my bladder with each vertical step.
Enzo must read how I’m feeling. “Stay right here. I’ll get the red one for you. Do you need anything else while I’m up there?” He points to my right foot as I slip off what I hope is the white shoe.
