Page 61 of Everything After

Her chest rose and fell in short sharp breaths, and she flashed me a seductive smile. “We should make it home at least,” she suggested, but slid her hand inside my jacket, yanked my T-shirt out from the back of my jeans and raked her long nails down my bare back. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my dick thickened, tightening my jeans in response to the live-wired feeling that passed through me.

My heart began to pound as I glanced around us and playfully lifted my brow. “Oh, not enough people around?” I teased. “Would you prefer I took you to a club and fucked you in secret while surrounded by drunk clubbers? Or a stadium full of fans watching another gig?” I asked, reminding her of some of our earlier escapades when I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

“Fun times,” she replied, nodding.

“Maybe I need to up my game and surprise you with some of those unspent fantasies I’ve had about you,” I suggested, sounding playful again.

“Ah, but I’ll soon be all out of shape and you might only want to fuck me out of desperation.”

“Baby, don’t even joke about that,” I admonished. “Our chemistry isn’t only because you’re beautiful, it’s far more organic than that. It isn’t about looks, although in the early days I thought my sexual desires were visually driven. What we have is about pheromones, taste, touch and what your smell does to me. You set me on fire when you lay your hands on me, Lily. And no matter what shape or size you are now or will be in the future, no one on Earth has ever made me feel like you do.”

“Good answer. Now, since I’m not feeling sick, it might be a good time to show me those feelings, Mr. Black. And I reckon we’ve maybe only got one hour before my parents get home.”

“Oh, shit, yeah, an hour of hot sex on a bed with my baby-mamma stripped naked sounds much better than a five-minute, frantic fuck against some random London wall.”

Seeing my wife laid on her bed, hair sprawled out in wild curls over her pillow was a sight that never got old. My mouth watered as I peeled back the cotton sheet and climbed into bed beside her. Our magnetic attraction drew us together and our limbs quickly intertwined.

My hand slid to her belly, something I’d been dying to do since the second I’d found out she was pregnant. I’d only held back in consideration for the sensitivities and apprehensions she’d disclosed around motherhood.

“You won’t be able to feel anything yet,” she mumbled as I splayed my hand in wonder, marveling about the new life she carried inside her.

I pressed a small kiss to her lips, then I travelled south, down the bed and pressed another to her flat stomach and rested my head there.

Strumming my thumb over her lower belly, I felt it safe to say what was in my heart without freaking her out. “This baby is a miracle.” I glanced up and her concerned eyes met mine. “I know deep in my heart you won’t regret it. Trust me, Lily, I’ll support you all the way. I can’t believe how things have worked out. I know you don’t think so, but I don’t think there could be a better time to start a family.”

“I wish I had your confidence. All I see is a ton of work with the band during the months ahead, and wonder how I’m going to manage to fit everything in. There will be regular doctor appointments, scans and who knows what else to monitor me and the baby.”

I lifted my head to better see her expression. The lights in the room were off, but the drapes were still open, and the moon cast light over her frowning face. “You know what? You don’t need to do anything. I can speak to the suits at the record label and tell them you’re not working.”

“It’s sweet that you want to protect me, but you know as well as I do, if you did that they’d never take me seriously again. You know full and well that the schedulers of XrAid would be told to ask you first before anything was planned. That would be controlling and extremely unfair to my bandmates. It would hardly create the image that I’m an independent woman now, would it?”

I dropped my head to her stomach again and peppered small kisses over her silky warm skin. “True, but at least we’d get time together more often, if our schedules worked hand in hand. I should have pushed harder for that from the beginning.”

Lily’s fingers sifted in my hair, and it felt soothing. “Look, I’d prefer it if you didn’t interfere,” she admitted softly.

I groaned in satisfaction at her administrations. “Keep doing that to my hair and I’ll agree to anything.” My thick erection pulsed when she began to massage my scalp.

“Just building my reserves for when you need to rub my swollen feet when my belly gets bigger.”

I lifted my head again, shifted over her and smoothed my palms from her hips to her ribs. “Baby, I’m always down for rubbing anything on your delicious body, especially these.” I cupped her breasts in both hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Ow,” Lily shrieked, her hand leaving my hair when she covered my hands with hers to stop me from fondling them more.

“What?”

“That hurt,” she confessed.

“Shit, are your tits that sensitive?”

“So sensitive… since before I’d even discovered I was pregnant,” she admitted.

“Poor you,” I commiserated. Bending over, I pecked each peak in turn before I left them alone. Sliding my mouth close to her ear and my hand down her body to her soaked, hardened clit, I whispered, “Is this sensitive too?”

“Sensitive in another way. You can give that as much attention as you like,” she replied, squirming and giggling.

“Alright then, lie back, put your feet up and let me take care of that little issue for you, ma’am,” I ordered playfully.

Venturing lower, I swept my palms under each leg at the knee, bent them up and spread her knees wider. Settling my broad shoulders between them, I laid the length of the bed and laid my head on one of her thighs. “So fucking pretty,” I mumbled, staring at her beautiful pink pussy. “Prepare to be wowed,” I joked as I parted her pussy lips with my thumbs, lifted my head and I blew hot air on her clit.