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“You’re really going to start laughing with me still inside you?” I growl.
She looks around us and her mouth quivers more. “I definitely would say we got a bit carried away.” She reaches out and touches a scrap of the t-shirt I ripped off her.
Fuck. Did I really just do that?
“Oh my God, Samantha.” I pull her into an embrace and oddly enough, my dick chooses that moment to surge again inside her. “I’m so sorry about your shirt.” I kiss her cheek, her eyelids, and place a tender kiss on her mouth, to show her how much I love her.
She pulls me down into a deep kiss that somehow reignites my desire. I’ve never been able to recover as fast as I do with her. And somehow, I think she feels the same way.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, as we cuddle in bed, reality seeps in. “Enzo, how the hell am I going to live without you for the next six weeks?”
“Beautiful, I feel the same way,” I whisper, cherishing this moment. “We’ve been apart a long time already. We can do this. I love you and I will do everything in my power to contact you when I’m able. This sucks for all of us, but just think, it’s only temporary.”
We talk about how we will call, text, and video chat. Of course, me being a guy and all, this leads to me prompting about how much I’m looking forward to sexy video chats. Being apart has its disadvantages, but even from thousands of miles away, there’s nothing I like more than to watch her come apart, thinking of me. The thought of Samantha pleasuring herself has me hard in an instant, but I do my best to dismiss it, so we can continue our playful banter and conversation. Samantha’s mouth nearly hits the floor when I ask, “So, do you have a vibrator?”
Eventually, she closes her mouth. Opens it to say something, but then closes it again. After a few moments, she asks somewhat hesitantly, “W… W… Why would I need one of those?”Obviously, she doesn’t have one. If she did, I’m sure she would have used it in our earlier conversations.
Since our bodies are entwined, I snuggle her close and nip at her neck. “I’m just curious. We’ve never talked about it, so I thought I’d ask.” I’m a bit surprised about the blush that crosses her features. After spending as much time with her as I have, I wouldn’t think much would embarrass her anymore.
“I… uh… have one, but never use it,” she stammers, then looks away.
“Why not?” I ask intrigued.
“Well… The battery’s never charged and doesn’t last,” she rushes out in a blur.
She’s adorable. “Beautiful, there’s no need to be embarrassed.” I chuckle lightly as I snuggle closer. “I thought it would be fun to watch you get off, that’s all. You mentioned before you have needs while you’re pregnant.” I waggle my eyebrows at her and she giggles before I add, “Since I won’t be there to help you, I want to make sure you’re not left hanging…”
She gasps and shakes her head. “Enzo. I’ve gone years without so much as a kiss. I’m sure I can manage a few weeks without you… even with pregnancy hormones.”
Suddenly, a flash of something unreadable crosses her features. It’s something like desire and intrigue, but it’s gone in an instant. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I might have missed it.Hmmm… I might have to remedy this.Obviously, this is something she has an interest in. Her expression drastically changes, catching me off guard.
“Where will you live when you return?” she suddenly blurts out, catching me off guard. We haven’t talked about the details, but I assume since we’re getting married, moving in together is something we would eventually do. I know I certainly don’t want to be away from her, and with the babies coming, I have no intention of being far from her for long.
“Where do you want me to?” I say in a teasing tone, but in my mind, there’s only one place I want to be.
I’m met with silence, which is unusual for Samantha. She seems lost in thought and I can’t read her expression to save my damn life. There’s no way I’m letting her clam up like she did in the hospital. “Beautiful, talk to me,” I almost plead. “I’ll be wherever you want me.”
“But where doyouwant to live, Enzo?”
“Um, with my wife and kids.” I raise an eyebrow to get my point across.
“Do you think we should live together before getting married? What about my kids? Would that be setting a good example to them?”
Christ. I hadn’t thought about that. “Samantha, I plan on marrying you the minute you’re ready. I would’ve taken you to a chapel this week, but that wouldn’t have been fair to your kids. Unless you change your mind, my vote is to get married as soon as possible, when I return to Portland.”
Samantha’s dark eyebrows shoot up and her mouth forms an ‘O.’ She squeaks out, “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. I’ve gone a lifetime without you and the past six weeks have been hell being away from you. I want nothing more than to have you as my wife and start a life together. I’ll wait until you’re ready, but you’re it for me, Samantha. Why wait any longer?”
“Okay… But what should we do until we get married?”
“I can stay with my parents or get a place of my own until you’re ready to get married. Then, as long as I’m with you, I couldn’t care less where we live.”
“Enzo, renting a place is just plain silly. I meant, would you like to move in with me? Or would you prefer to get a new place together?”
I smile at Samantha, loving the fact she's putting so much thought into our future together. “Beautiful, I will move to Timbuktu if that’s where you want to live. Seriously. I. Don’t. Care. A house is just a house. I want to be with you and our children, and that’s about it.”
“I did just remodel my house to make it into my dream home, and the kids would have one less adjustment if we stay put.” Samantha bites on her lower lip and it takes all my restraint not to remove it and kiss her senseless.
