Page 2 of If You Could Only Dream
I’ll die catering to my wife.
I loved her that much.
I placed her juice on the coffee table next to her, lifted her legs, sat down and then placed her legs back down over my lap. I reached over and started rubbing her protruding belly.
Our baby was due any day now, and the wait was torturous. We decided against finding out what its gender was early and opted for being surprised. And, while I really just wanted a healthy baby, I wished for a baby girl who looked like her mother.
She’d be the firstborn and the light of my life, no doubt. Well, next to her mother.
“You’re making fun of me now, but just wait until you have to admit me into a mental institution and have to explain to your only child why their father is cuckoo.”
Shane arms dropped and her book lay over her big fucking tits. “Did you just really use the word ‘cuckoo’?”
“Jesus, woman! I’m over telling you I’m going to go crazy and that’s what you’re focusing on? That I used the word ‘cuckoo’?”
She cocked her head. “It’s just that you’re not the ‘cuckoo’ word saying type of man,” she replied.
“You’re cuckoo,” I accused, pouting. Actually, motherfucking, pouting.
Shane laughed, and I watched as she tried to sit up, but was so adorably unsuccessful. I reached out, clasped her hands in mine, and helped pull her up into a sitting position.
She looked magnificent pregnant with my child. But, then, Shane always looked magnificent to me. Shane patted my knee once she was sitting upright next to me. “I’m absolutely confident you’ll be okay, Mason. You’ll be so busy loving on our baby, you won’t even realize you’re missing out on daily sex.” She was lying, but she wasn’t. I was going to be busy loving on our baby, but there’s no way I’d forget about our sex life.
Shane and I have been together over five years, and from the day I married her, we’ve fucked every goddamn day. We even sneak some in at work. Well, not so much now that she’s in charge of her own division of Buchanan Industries, but before she took over The Morgan Corporation, she worked for me and I had her in my office multiple times a day.
There’s no way I was going to be so enraptured with the baby that I wouldn’t miss sliding inside my wife’s pussy.
“How about I lay you out right now and lick on that sweet pussy of yours before I can’t anymore?” The second Shane had reached her due date, we stopped fucking like animals, and concentrated more on oral sex and slow, soft lovemaking. And I was satisfied with that, but the no touching her at all for six weeks?? Yeah, not going to happen.
She looked over and smiled at me. “I have no idea how you can still be so turned on by me when I look like this,” she laughed.
“It’s a grand mystery for sure,” I teased. “How about we worry about solving that mystery for a later date, and you let me eat your pussy, baby.”
Her eyes fell to my lips, and I knew I had her. Shane had been a virgin when we first met, and over the years, I’ve learned every tell she has when she’s wanting to get fucked. And I knew, right now, she was more than willing to settle for some eating pussy and sucking dick.
“Mason…” she moaned.
I smirked. “Fuck, yeah.”
Chapter 2
Shane Buchanan~
I already started squirming with the anticipation of things to come.
While Mason and I have taken it easy on the sex these days, there were still plenty of other things we did. Things we would continue to do after we had the baby.
Five years later, Mason was still the anchor for my life. I had gotten my business degree, thinking it held the key to my happiness and security, but it turned out to be Mason who held the key to those two things.
My late term pregnancy had made romance a pretty nonexistent dream, so I looked over at my husband and asked, “So, how did you want to do this?”
Mason laughed, and the sound was still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. “Shane, we’re not moving furniture, for Christ’s sakes.”
“I know, but it-”
The sensation was instant.
I felt a little pop and warmth flooding the couch cushions beneath me.
