St.Patty's Baby!

What time is it?

There’s light, but not enough for me to tell. Soft silver beams seep in through the blinds and cover the bed in bars of moonlight. The sun hasn’t risen yet, but it’s coming and I can’t wait. I crave making love to my lady at sunrise. It’s part of our routine. Now’s a time for a man to rest. So I take another breath, a deeper one, to reclaim sleep.

She moves.

Rolls that beautiful body up against mine and stretches with a whimpered purr. My head drops over on the pillow. We’re nose to nose. Damn if she isn’t more beautiful when she’s asleep. Her thick lashes rest evenly on her cheekbones. She has the cutest nose and those lips, man, those lips in motion can bring me to my knees. Yep, I’m biased. Doesn’t make it any less true, though. Let’s be clear about this. A man knows what he has with his woman. And I treasure every sweet moment I’ve found with Tia Jackson Reed.

Removing my arm from between us makes it easier to bring her in closer. All I want to do is go back to sleep. My body aches for it. Her warmth is so sweet at this hour, it could help. When our crib is still and cool and it’s just me and her it’s damn near paradise. Feel me? Only this woman could nurture the pain away, then convince me to return to my parents’ home and make it ours. A house I avoided since I put the old man in the grave. She did all the redecorating, which I didn’t mind. I wanted it to have her touch. Hell, that’s the best thing about marrying a lady. She knows how to make a man’s home his castle. We’re having another room added for my big-screen TV and pool table. She says I need my space. Ain’t that something? Princess is taking care of me in all the right ways.

“Mmm…” She moans and stirs.

Her arm eases around my waist. Lips, soft and gentle, graze over my chest. She’s waking and I swear it wasn’t my intent. But yeah, I like it when she wakes like this. Her hand glides down my back. The other reaches between us and my dick rises to meet her touch. When I lower my gaze, I can only see the top of her head, wrapped in that damn purple-and-yellow headscarf she insists on wearing to bed.

Fuck it. Tonight I don’t mind.

Princess kisses my chest and she’s stroking me just right. Mmm. She knows to be careful: wake the beast and it’s on. If this is just a tease, a passing touch between wakeful moments and sleep, she needs to let go of my cock now. I’m only human after all. Sex has slowed a bit since our honeymoon. I have to admit that lately I’m hesitant. We’re only into the third month of this pregnancy. Baby needs to take it easy, and so do I. Not willing to risk my angel over some loving. Crazy, I know, but hey. The kid means the world to me.

It’s hard to convince Tia to cut back. If I’m not on her she’s questioning a man about her beauty, desirability… why do women do that? So I’m working on a balance. Princess has an appetite that even I sometimes can’t keep up with. Strange though, me being her first and only lover, it’s weird watching my baby blossom. She’s in control a lot more in bed. Hell, she’s taught me a thing or two. Baby knows all my spots and I know all hers. Yeah, we fit.

Damn.

Here she goes…

***

He’s awake. Good. I missed him. Last night, he got in so late, we didn’t have dinner together. He ate some of the cold leftovers from the fridge, then collapsed on the couch with a beer and the remote. I had to nearly knock him upside his head to get him in bed. Stroking him now, I can tell. He’s awake, and wanting me too. I need to feel him inside me. Then I can get some sleep.

Mel’s easy to roll over. When I ease on top of him, the bed shifts and he groans. Poor baby. Don’t you worry. Tia plans to make it right.

Jeez, who knew the marital bed could be so sweet? I swear, being his wife does things to me. Our eyes meet. His are heavy with exhaustion, mine feel weighted by desire. There are no words. We both know this dance, had done it enough mornings before. We’ll do it before morning until it takes one or the both of us out. Besides the tears, and the food cravings, the increase in my libido is beyond bizarre. I think I might be exaggerating the hormone thing, but something is definitely changed about me and my appetite.

Tonight I can’t help myself. Melvin is very passionate in the ways he loves me. It’s addictive. I want to die in his arms. Like I said, I’ve missed him all day.

And when he touches me, the feelings he stirs, I can’t explain it. Like now, he’s rubbing my thighs, moving my nightdress up as he does. I can help him there. Pulling the thin satin camisole over my head, I give it a toss to the floor. My headscarf comes off, revealing my locks smoothed into a wrapped-up cone, which breaks and drops heavily on my shoulders in a twisting wave. He complains a lot about me wrapping my hair and wearing the scarf to bed. Sweetie doesn’t get all the maintenance needed to stay beautiful for him.

Tonight I could care less. I have one mission and pleasing us is it. Leaning in for a taste of his lips, I press a kiss to his mouth. The scruff of his chin brushes mine. He’s got his hands in my hair again, arranging it how he likes. Not a problem. In fact I’m too distracted to notice. With him stiff and hard between the folds of my pussy, all focus goes to the apex of my sex. He’s giving me the shakes, I want to invite him in so bad.

But Mel’s not ready. Not yet. I know his needs by heart. Instead of giving in, I’m kissing his jaw and under his chin, prolonging it a bit. Did I mention the benefit of being married to a florist? Man smells like roses. It’s like in his blood or something, and I can’t get enough of it. Shower, shave, aftershave, cologne, none of it changes the underlying scent of roses embedded in every cell of his skin.

With a slow tease, I run my tongue over the thick cord of his neck and it gets him off. Knocks his head back, makes his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. He sips at the air, chest tight, jaw clenched. He’s holding back. That’s fine. I started it, I’ll finish it in due time.