“We can stay here forever.”
I carry her to the bed and lay her in the middle as I climb on top of her. “It’s ours, and you’re mine.”
I push her dress up as I move between her legs, kissing her neck and between her breasts. I unbutton the top of her dress and then pull her bra down so I can suck on her nipples and taste her beaded peaks.
“I need you inside me,” she moans, raising her hips.
Moving my hand between us, I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. My cock springs free between us, hard and hot as it demands entry. I push her panties to the side and sink into her wet heat, and we both groan at the connection.
It’s fast and dirty as I hump between her legs and she grips me with every thrust. She’s so damn wet that my thick cock slides between her folds easily. Seeing her splayed out under me with her tits bouncing and her hair a mess is getting me harder. She’s lost to the pleasure and I can feel her body coiling with need.
“Good girl,” I tell her, sliding my thumb over her clit. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Shaw,” she moans, her thighs tensing and her chest flushing.
I lick my thumb just so I can have a quick taste and then slide it over her clit again. Her nails dig into the blanket as I thrust harder, and finally she climaxes.
My body is so in tune with hers that I follow her over the edge and release my seed into her. I hold myself deep and grind against her until she cries out that she can’t take any more.
With a laugh I roll us over so she’s on top of me and I don’t crush her body. “I’m glad we could break in the bed.” I laugh, and she does too.
“The first time of many.” She sits up and rocks on my cock as it sinks deeper into her.
“You want more?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods, sliding up and then back down. “I’m empty.”
“Good thing I’m still full.”
We spend the rest of the night breaking in the bed, and then the bathtub, the living room, the kitchen and all the other available surfaces we can find. We truly make this house ours and just like our love, it’s pretty damn beautiful.
* * *
Epilogue
Barbie
Four Months Later…
“Barbie.” I jerk awake at the sound of my name and Kayla’s face is only a few inches from mine.
“You scared the crap out of me!” I hiss at her. I swear she can pop out of nowhere. You’d think being pregnant would make her slower, but nope, not Kayla. I get why her husband calls her “bunny.”
“I got you a root beer.” She holds it up. I’ve been addicted to them for months.
“Forgiven.” I take it from her hand and look around the store. “Oh my god. Did I fall asleep while I was open?” My brain is mush lately.
“I had it under control. Your snoring bothered a few people, but I told them to beat it.”
I chug back my root beer knowing she’s full of crap. A giant burp leaves me and I surprise myself. “Where did that come from? It didn’t even sound human.” I look down at my stomach, which is covered with an open book.
“We get to blame stuff like that on the babies.” She points to her own baby bump.
“Well, my baby is making me sleep and eat non-stop.” I let out an enormous yawn before I pick up my book. I still can’t believe I passed out. We’ve been slow today with everyone being at the fair. I glance at the clock to see it’s past closing time and I wonder where my husband went.
“Shaw was in here watching the place while you catnapped and I told him I’d take over. He wanted to run home and grab your coat. He thinks it’s getting cold out.”
I would roll my eyes, but that’s sweet. He’s always looking after me and it’s not something I’ve ever had and I’ll never turn my nose up at it.
“There is going to be so much food at the fair,” I say, rubbing my belly.
I don’t know how I’m hungry. I think the food before I took my nap knocked me out and I should still be full. Now is when I miss Missy’s place right next door, but it’s better that she’s gone. Now Cora owns it and has a yarn store that hosts classes and clubs. It’s really awesome and I’ve already made my little peanut some mittens. Okay, one glove, but I’ll still learning. I have some time to make the other.
“The only reason I’m going is the food.” Kayla relaxes in the oversized chair next to mine. “Wish we could go now.” She sniffs the air. “I think I can smell those funnel cakes from here.”