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“You,” she says in a groan as she goes for the fly of my jeans. “I just want you.”
I can’t take it anymore. I stand and she wraps those sexy as fuck legs around my waist. I walk to the bedroom and set her down in front of the bed. The minute her feet hit the floor, she’s undoing her pants and sliding them down. I take her lead and shed myself from my own clothing briskly. I can’t even assist her in removing her shirt because as I take a step toward her, she rips it over her head, sending it flying through the air, across the room.
Now that we’re both naked as the day we were born, I close the gap between us, kissing her with everything I have. I grip her ass firmly in both hands and lift her gently onto the bed, as my mouth devours hers. She tastes slightly of marinara sauce and something that is entirely Samantha. I break our kiss, making my way down her body, making sure I pay close attention to all the places that I’ve learned drive her wild. I kiss that spot behind her ear, which sends her toes and fists grasping the sheets. I trail down her neck and worship each breast the best way I know how. Her body writhes as if it’s ready for release. I reach with one hand between her legs and find she’s exactly as I thought. Wet and ready for me. I barely press my thumb against her clit, slip a finger inside of her, and she detonates. Her core clamps around my finger and pulsates fervently as I pull on one nipple with my teeth, playing with her other taut nipple with my free hand. I continue to assault her senses as she rides her high to completion.
The moment her body’s calm and sated, I remove my fingers and kiss down to her belly. It’s still flat and sexy as hell. I can see faint stretch marks from previous pregnancies, and I can’t help but wonder what she will look like, round with my children inside her. I can’t help but whisper to Samantha’s belly button, “I love you already, little ones. Be good to your ma and let her stay healthy for you. We’re going to do everything we can to give you the best future we can.”
I look up at Samantha, who has tears threatening to fall, as they pool at her lashes. “Oh, Enzo.” Her voice cracks at the end of my name. “You’ll be the most amazing dad.”
Pride soars through my heart, feeling as if it could burst out of my chest. I don’t know shit about being a dad, but that look of confidence Samantha has on her face, makes me feel as if I can conquer anything. “I sure hope so, Sam. You’re already a pro and I’m just a rookie. I’m sure I’ll make lots of mistakes.” Honesty pours from my soul as her tears release and a smile takes over her face.
“Enzo, honey,” she sighs and a light laugh escapes as she rubs her hand through my hair. “No one is perfect. We all make mistakes. Trust me. I’m nowhere near perfect. The key is to make the best decision for the situation and hope like hell it all turns out in the end.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I say as she pulls me to her for a quick kiss. My treacherous dick makes its presence known. I groan and pull back, not wanting to make her feel any pressure. She has been sick for days and I want this to be about her.Yeah, I want her just like a dying man wants his next breath, but I can show some restraint.
Apparently, she doesn’t want me to pull away as she reaches out and strokes me. I’m still hesitant. I know what I want, but,what if I hurt her or our children? Is it even safe to have sex?!?!?
She sees my hesitation and a flash of concern crosses her face. “What’s wrong, Enzo?”
How should I say this? I don’t want her to think I don’t want her. I obviously do, but now’s not the time to be thinking withthathead. He’s what got us into this situation, to begin with. “Um…” Fuck. I’m a grown man. Why can’t I ask this simple question? “Are you sure you want this?”
“Enzo…” She looks between our naked bodies and gives my cock another tug toward her. “I want this.” Her desire is evident and makes my hesitation even more unbearable.
“Are you… Are you sure I won’t hurt you or the babies?” I watch her closely to see if there’s anything left unsaid.
She laughs. Not just a little chuckle or a smirk, but full-on belly laughs. She shakes her head, showing no empathy as she takes my hand and pulls me closer to her. Why is she laughing?
“Enzo, sweetheart.” She takes in a deep breath before continuing, “There’s nothing you can do to me that will harm me or the babies.”
“Are you sure? There are two living beings in your belly. I don’t want to do anything that could harm either of them. Or you for that matter.” I look away, feeling slightly ashamed for jumping to this conclusion. I’ve never been with a pregnant woman before. I don’t know the protocol for this. I just want to do right by her.
“Enzo… Sweetheart. Look at me.” My eyes immediately lock with hers as her voice is suddenly urgent. “I’m safe and the kids are safe. Pregnant women have sex all the time. It’s perfectly safe and acceptable. In fact, if my memory serves correctly, in just a few short weeks, I’m going to be demanding it on a regular basis. Once I hit the second trimester with all my kids, I practically craved it.” A devilish grin appears on her face before she continues, “With you… Since I even want you when I don’t feel at my best…” A loud groan escapes her, “Heaven help you if I want to jump you from the moment we wake up, until the moment I pass out at night…” She pulls me closer to make her point and kisses me like she’s never kissed me before. I could fuckin’ die, right here, right now, and I could say I’ve lived a blissful existence.
After all too short of time, I pull back, “Well, if you insist…who am I to resist?” I quickly resume kissing her and work my way to completely making love to her until we both pass out from pure exhaustion.
The next morning, Samantha wakes with energy, thanks to the anti-nausea medicine the doctor gave her. She actually beats me out of bed and is in the kitchen making an enormous breakfast wearing nothing but my Air Force t-shirt. Her dark mahogany hair’s in a messy bun, and she’s swaying to the music playing from her phone. Her back is to me as I enter the room and I can’t help but just stop and watch her enjoy herself. I recognize the song as Justin Timberlake’s “SexyBack.”Yeah, she has no problem bringing sexy back. It never left her.I know I should let her know I’m here—it’d be the polite thing to do—but I’m simply too mesmerized. Samantha’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and when she lets loose and enjoys the world, nothing’s better than the sight before me.
The song ends and Ed Sheeran’s “Shape of You” begins and I can’t help but grin. To me, this has been ‘Our’ song, since our first dance together. Every time it plays on the radio, flashbacks of that night come to mind. There’s no way I’m letting her dance alone with those words filling the room. I walk up to hold her from behind and dance with her like our night at Allure, the club my friend Rowan owns in Portland. She continues flipping pancakes, even as our bodies sway together. Once they’re done, she turns to finish the song by dancing in my arms.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” I say as she finally faces me.
“Good morning, Enzo.”
She places her arms around my neck and kisses me.
“Mornin’, beautiful.”
She pulls back to look me in the eyes. “After breakfast, let’s go to Frankfurt and see the sights. I want to make the most of my time here, now that I’m not puking my guts out. That medicine is a lifesaver, really. I can’t wait to see more of Germany.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tease as I kiss her lightly on the lips.
“Don’t get carried away,” Samantha warns with a tease. “I love your place, but I want to see more of Germany.”
Although I’d rather get carried away with her, I release Samantha to get the plates from the cupboard. “Let’s eat then.”
We spend the day being tourists. I drive her through Frankfurt, and she loves the skyscrapers and the buzz of the busy city. She recognizes the Euro symbol as we pass the European Central Bank and asks to stop to take photos there. It’s right next to the S-Bahn Station, so we decide if we’re going to be tourists, we might as well ride the street cars.
Another of Samantha’s favorite places is Eiserner Steg. It’s an older iron pedestrian bridge across the River Main, which connects the center of Frankfurt to the district of Sachsenhausen. It was originally built in 1868, bombed in World War II, by Hitler’s troops near the end of the war, and rebuilt for pedestrians afterward. We arrive there right as the sun is setting. I manage to get some spectacular shots of Samantha. We also capture some of my favorite pictures of us on the bridge, thanks to a couple who offers to take our photos.
