Page 11 of Ruthless Roses

I can’t keep my hands off her—they’re cupping her large, full breasts and sweeping over the swell of her pregnant belly. Touches that are tender and gentle. Touches that tell her how much I fucking love her and her body.

Now more than ever.

I tuck my face in the crook of her neck and kiss and suck at her. I dizzy myself with the familiar scent of her and her skin.

Enough to get me off on its own, but when paired with her hot, drenched pussy, it’s got me losing my mind.

An addiction beyond comprehension.

I groan into her throat and she shudders against me.

Our bodies are so closely entwined, so deeply connected, that her pleasure becomes mine. Mine, hers. We reach our ending together, shattering at once, our orgasms seizing us.

The intense release passes through me in a powerful wave. I kiss and hug myself to her as I spill inside her soft, soaked pussy.

For seconds afterward, we lay still in an almost drugged up state.

“That was amazing.Tooamazing,” Delphine pants, curled into her pregnancy pillow. The cushion provides support for her ever-growing belly. She peeks at me from over her shoulder. “You’re going to have to help me into the shower. I’m not sure I can even waddle after all that.”

I laugh, kissing the tip of her shoulder. “Another favorite of mine. Helping you shower.”

I lead the charge into the bathroom, prepping what we’ll need and twisting on the shower knobs.

Delphine stands under the warm spray of the water and lets me help bathe her. As I’ve done many times before when we’ve showered together, I sprinkle in affection—gentle caresses and kisses that make the experience almost sensual.

She hums along, her hands at rest on her belly, as she soaks up the experience.

Over the last eight and a half months, we’ve discovered many pregnancy idiosyncrasies.

Things like the little quirks she has. The likes and dislikes. The cravings.

Delphine enjoys long, warm showers like this more than ever. She’s grown a distaste for the smell of coffee. She loves sleeping bottomless and cries a few times a week for the simplest reasons, like misplacing her keys. Her favorite food has become french fries with a garlic aioli sauce I’ve been demanding the kitchen staff make fresh every day just for her.

But, most of all, she’s developed more of a glow than she already usually has—it’s true that pregnancy brings a whole new level of beauty to a woman you’re in love with.

I twist off the shower knobs and reach for her towel.

Delphine’s ready to sleep from the moment she reaches the bed. Shirtless in my sweatpants, I help her settle in with her body pillow.

She casts me a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Mmm. Thanks for my nightly dose of dick and the warm shower. I can go to sleep now.”

I kiss the smile off her lips. “So happy I could be of service.”

“Better than any sleeping pill.”

I chuckle, standing up straight and pulling the covers up to the lower half of her body where she likes them. Not too hot, not too cold.

Delphine started her third trimester off experiencing pregnancy insomnia, but since we’ve entered the final two weeks, she’s been so exhausted, she falls asleep almost immediately.

…only to wake up several times throughout the night to pee.

She’s out within the next minute, nestled into her pillow, her arm curled over her belly.

The temptation’s too great to ignore; I kiss and caress her and the baby.

“You’ll be here soon. I can’t wait to meet you,” I whisper to the bump. My hand covers hers for a brief moment before I sneak away just as quietly.

While Delphine’s knocked out, I couldn’t be more awake. Being the insomniac I am, it’s best I leave the room so as not to disturb her sleep.

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