20
When I arrived back at the house, I caught the scent of heaven floating through the room at once. I closed my eyes as I stepped through the door, inhaling deeply—cinnamon, sweetness, a little sharpness. Whatever it was, even if it made me sick, I had to have it right there and then.
“Hey, where are you guys?” I called into the house, looking around for Jolene or her nurse. She had arrived today, and Kristo had offered to help her settle in, which I was glad for, as I wanted to get as far ahead on my work at the library as I possibly could before the baby came along.
“In the kitchen,” Jolene called back, and I crossed the room to the kitchen. All three of them were there, and Kristo was carefully cutting up some pastries that were still in a steaming-hot pan.
“We made baklava!” Jolene exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the pan Kristo was maneuvering his knife around.
“I can see that.” I inhaled deeply again and smiled my greeting at Pamela. “And what exactly is that?”
“It’s a Greek dessert,” Jolene told me. “We made the filling with cinnamon sugar, but I haven’t tried it yet, so I don’t know how it is.”
“It looks fantastic,” Pamela remarked, eyeing the pan as keenly as I was. Kristo held out a square to me and then offered one to her. I took a bite, and I practically swooned at how good it was, the layers of flaky pastry melting into cinnamon sweetness and making my mouth explode with delight.
“That is so good,” I murmured, and everyone else tucked into a little bit too. They all made similar noises of pleasure, and Kristo leaned over and skimmed his thumb over my face.
“You got a little …” He held his finger out to me, and I kissed the tip of it playfully, catching the dab of cinnamon sweetness that had managed to find its way on to my cheek. And I could have sworn as he pulled his finger away, I saw a flash of desire on his face. I bit my lip and smiled at him and then remembered we were not exactly alone.
“Can you excuse us for a moment?” Kristo asked, turning to Jolene and Pamela and offering a professional smile. “I need to speak with my wife for a moment.”
I widened my eyes at him as he grabbed my hand and led me through to our bathroom. It was far enough away from the kitchen that I knew they wouldn’t hear us, but still, I felt my skin prickle with nervousness as I thought about them figuring out what we were up to.
“Kristo, do you really think this is a good idea?” I scolded him playfully, but I wasn’t exactly complaining. The way he had looked at me felt as though he had lit a fire deep in my belly, and he pushed the door shut behind me and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“You were the one who sucked on my finger,” he told me, grinning as he began to undress me. “Come on, I’m just giving you a shower after work. Nothing wrong with that, huh?”
“They’re going to know what we’re doing in here,” I protested weakly as he pulled off my clothes, and he shrugged as he stood back up.
“Amaya, you’re pregnant,” he reminded me. “I think the cat’s out of the bag with regard to us sleeping together, don’t you?”
“Fair point,” I conceded, and he kissed me again as he switched on the shower. I was glad for the noise to cover up my moan of pleasure as my husband-to-be drew me against him, my bare body against his, and my toes curled against the cool, tiled floor. I would make a point to rush home from work more often these days if this is what I would get when I got home.
“Come here.” He led me toward the shower and guided me inside. The water was the perfect temperature, and it felt so good coursing across my body, washing off the day thus far. He undressed and joined me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and kissing up my neck and along my shoulder.
“Mmm, I missed you,” he murmured into my ear, and I shivered against him. I was already getting wet—well, wetter—with him this close to me as he moved his hands over my body, letting them skim over my belly and push my legs apart. He cupped his hand around me, dipping his fingers playfully into me for a split second and making my legs tremble desperately while I shuddered with need.
“Here, let me help you there,” he murmured, flicking his tongue out over my ear for the briefest moment before he reached for a sponge and the expensive shower gel that he kept there for me. He squirted a little of it on to the sponge and lathered it, so the heavenly scent of vanilla and patchouli filled the steamy space with us. He moved the sponge over me, scrubbing gently at my skin, the change of texture enough to send explosions of new sensation through my body.
“Oh my god, Kristo,” I breathed as he cleaned me, moving his hands over my body almost reverently like I was a goddess he was determined to worship any way he could.
When he was done cleaning my body, he reached for the shampoo and began to work it into my scalp. His fingers were firm and strong, and I felt my entire body trembling as he worked the sweet-scented shampoo through my hair. I loved it when he pampered me like this, when he treated me like this impossibly perfect creature he still couldn’t quite believe belonged to him. I could feel him stirring to hardness against my lower back, and I wanted to take him inside me, to show him any way that I could that I needed him as badly as he needed me.
He washed the suds carefully from my body and traced my shape once more with his hands. He did it so often, it felt familiar now, but it still did something to me, flicking a switch deep down in my body and telling me I was ready for him, that I needed him. He kissed across my shoulders, and I groaned loudly, the sound filling the small space. Then, I turned and kissed him once more, and before I could stop myself, I sank to my knees before him and took his cock into my hand. He grinned down at me, smoothing back a strand of hair that had become stuck to my shoulder, and I brushed my lips lightly over the head of him.
“Fuck, Amaya,” he groaned. “You look so good like that.”
Before he could say a word more to me, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He tasted so good, even better than normal, the sweetness of the gel lingering on his body. I could taste that hint of vanilla, just a touch, making him taste like the pastry he had spent all day baking. Guiding him as far into my mouth as I could manage, I wrapped my hand around his base and began to stroke him, taking him deep into my mouth and listening to those appreciative little noises he kept on coming out with. I slipped a hand around his thigh, gripping him tightly, letting him know I would have made him come right here and now if he wanted to. I sank my nails into his skin, wanting to leave marks on his body, to remind him who he belonged to and who belonged to him.
I wasn’t sure how long I was there on my knees in front of him, the water running over my body and down my back. I could have stayed there all day, but after a while, it became clear he didn’t want to come like that. He wanted to come while he was inside of me. And who was I to deny him that?
He drew me to my feet, tucking his hands beneath my arms and pulling me upright. He kissed me again, deeply, and the mingling of flavors on my lips was intense and made my head spin for a moment. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I was grounded again, there in his arms the way I always wanted to be.
He pushed me back against the wall, and I planted my foot on the low shower stand for some leverage. He didn’t need telling twice, guiding himself inside of me in one smooth motion. The water was pouring over his body, and I traced the shape of the drops as they moved down his chest, over his stomach. He thrust deep into me, and I flattened my palm to his heart, feeling the pulse of it beneath my fingers.
“How do you feel this good?” he moaned in my ear, letting his teeth catch on the lobe for a second, and I melted into him, my entire body supple and relaxed and there for the taking as long as he was the one doing it. He fucked me in long, slow, deep strokes, the kind that made my body ache for more, and soon, I grew tense, my body arching forward for him. I hooked my chin over his shoulder and drew him in as deeply as I could.
“Fuck, Kristo,” I breathed in his ear.