asked.
"Yep. Sure do."
He laughed, "I'm okay with that."
"Good, because Connor is at baseball practice for the next hour. Let's get this show started."
"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me. I think I just came a little," he joked, rising from his spot on the floor. He held out his hand and I took it, as he pulled my gigantic body from the chair.
"Come on, Wife. Let's go have some totally hot, completely spontaneous sex."
"Way to talk it up Hot Shot," I laughed, as we made our way up the stairs to our bedroom.
God, how many stairs did we have?
"Hey, who's using whom here? I think it should be you talking it up. Not me. It's my body and super sperm being used in this little adventure."
I stopped in the middle of the hallway, doing an about face in front of our wedding photo that was hung just outside the door to our bedroom.
"Super sperm?" I asked, my brow arched in amusement.
"Yep. Managed to knock you up even though you were on the pill. I'd call that pretty super." His lips curved into that signature grin I'd come to love.
"God, you're cocky."
"Yep, I am. Which is why you love me," he answered, swooping down to pull me into his arms.
"Declan! You're going to herniate a disk or something! Put me down!" I screamed, as he walked the remaining few feet into our bedroom.
"You really think you look like a whale, don't you?"
"No," I answered. "I've surpassed a whale. What's bigger than a whale? An elephant? Are elephants bigger than whales?"
His eyebrows scrunched together as if he were actually considering it for a moment and then he shook his head.
"Hell if I know, but you don't resemble either. Or any other large animal. You're beautiful babe," he said, gently laying me down on our fluffy teal blue duvet cover.
"So, are you saying I resemble a small animal then? I really do look like a squirrel, don't I?"
"Oh my God, do you want my penis or not?" he blurted out.
A snort escaped, as I tried to not make a sound but as soon as that one sound echoed through our bedroom, the laughter came. And it came rolling out of me in droves.
"Did you just say penis?"
"That's it. No more fucking around. We're getting this baby out of you. I want my sane wife back," he said, as his shirt came up and over his head. I continued to laugh, pulling my legs up to my bouncing stomach. The baby moved and stirred from the activity and my hand came to my belly immediately loving the feel of her moving inside of me.
"Come on, clothes off?" he demanded.
"What?" I asked, still slightly chuckling.
"You heard me. If you say sex will bring on labor, than that's what we're doing. Right now. Clothes. Off. Leah," he said, his voice dropping an octave as the last three words were said. His eyes narrowed and fixed on me and I suddenly didn't feel like laughing anymore.
"Okay," I answered.
Yay, sexy fun time.
I thought pregnant sex would get awkward and awful the bigger I got, but I should have known better. When you're married to Declan James, sex can only get better, no matter the circumstances. I was convinced we'd be knocking bed posts and getting caught in janitor closets when we were living in a nursing home.
I took my time removing my clothes, making sure he got a bit of a reward for all of the crap I'd put him through in the last few weeks. I'd always rolled my eyes when the crazy pregnant women came into the hospital, dragging their tired, strung out husbands behind them and swore I'd never be that woman. And yet, here I was.
My poor husband needed to be taken care of.
His eyes savored every second, as he watched my shirt move up and over my head. I let my fingers skim down my heavy, full breasts and over my round stomach. Slipping them under the waistband of my very unsexy maternity pants, I slid them down my legs, letting the material fall to the ground. My panties joined the pile a second later.
"See, beautiful," he whispered.
His clothes were shed and as he slipped behind me under the covers, I felt him heavy
"Yep. Sure do."
He laughed, "I'm okay with that."
"Good, because Connor is at baseball practice for the next hour. Let's get this show started."
"That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me. I think I just came a little," he joked, rising from his spot on the floor. He held out his hand and I took it, as he pulled my gigantic body from the chair.
"Come on, Wife. Let's go have some totally hot, completely spontaneous sex."
"Way to talk it up Hot Shot," I laughed, as we made our way up the stairs to our bedroom.
God, how many stairs did we have?
"Hey, who's using whom here? I think it should be you talking it up. Not me. It's my body and super sperm being used in this little adventure."
I stopped in the middle of the hallway, doing an about face in front of our wedding photo that was hung just outside the door to our bedroom.
"Super sperm?" I asked, my brow arched in amusement.
"Yep. Managed to knock you up even though you were on the pill. I'd call that pretty super." His lips curved into that signature grin I'd come to love.
"God, you're cocky."
"Yep, I am. Which is why you love me," he answered, swooping down to pull me into his arms.
"Declan! You're going to herniate a disk or something! Put me down!" I screamed, as he walked the remaining few feet into our bedroom.
"You really think you look like a whale, don't you?"
"No," I answered. "I've surpassed a whale. What's bigger than a whale? An elephant? Are elephants bigger than whales?"
His eyebrows scrunched together as if he were actually considering it for a moment and then he shook his head.
"Hell if I know, but you don't resemble either. Or any other large animal. You're beautiful babe," he said, gently laying me down on our fluffy teal blue duvet cover.
"So, are you saying I resemble a small animal then? I really do look like a squirrel, don't I?"
"Oh my God, do you want my penis or not?" he blurted out.
A snort escaped, as I tried to not make a sound but as soon as that one sound echoed through our bedroom, the laughter came. And it came rolling out of me in droves.
"Did you just say penis?"
"That's it. No more fucking around. We're getting this baby out of you. I want my sane wife back," he said, as his shirt came up and over his head. I continued to laugh, pulling my legs up to my bouncing stomach. The baby moved and stirred from the activity and my hand came to my belly immediately loving the feel of her moving inside of me.
"Come on, clothes off?" he demanded.
"What?" I asked, still slightly chuckling.
"You heard me. If you say sex will bring on labor, than that's what we're doing. Right now. Clothes. Off. Leah," he said, his voice dropping an octave as the last three words were said. His eyes narrowed and fixed on me and I suddenly didn't feel like laughing anymore.
"Okay," I answered.
Yay, sexy fun time.
I thought pregnant sex would get awkward and awful the bigger I got, but I should have known better. When you're married to Declan James, sex can only get better, no matter the circumstances. I was convinced we'd be knocking bed posts and getting caught in janitor closets when we were living in a nursing home.
I took my time removing my clothes, making sure he got a bit of a reward for all of the crap I'd put him through in the last few weeks. I'd always rolled my eyes when the crazy pregnant women came into the hospital, dragging their tired, strung out husbands behind them and swore I'd never be that woman. And yet, here I was.
My poor husband needed to be taken care of.
His eyes savored every second, as he watched my shirt move up and over my head. I let my fingers skim down my heavy, full breasts and over my round stomach. Slipping them under the waistband of my very unsexy maternity pants, I slid them down my legs, letting the material fall to the ground. My panties joined the pile a second later.
"See, beautiful," he whispered.
His clothes were shed and as he slipped behind me under the covers, I felt him heavy
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