Cleo was already in bed, wearing my t-shirt as she scrolled through her phone, the light hitting her face. When she realized I was home, she put her phone on the nightstand. “Hey. Did you get something to eat?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” I pulled off my shirt and left it on the ground. I sat on the couch at the end of the bed and undid my shoes before yanking off my belt. My jeans and boxers fell too, until I was naked and ready for bed.
She watched me move to my side and get under the covers.
I slid to her, my hand immediately underneath her shirt to feel her little belly. My head slipped under the sheets, and I kissed her skin, kissed the growing person inside her, the person we’d made together during a passionate night in the very bed we slept in.
Her fingers stroked through my hair, and she watched me, a soft smile on her lips, like she loved the way I loved every inch of her body.
When Valerie was pregnant, I was miserable. It felt like my life had ended. In some ways, it had. But I felt differently with Cleo—not because I already had a son, but because it was with her. Being in love with the woman carrying my child was such a different experience. Her stomach was a turn-on rather than a painful reminder. Thinking about being together forever to raise the child was romantic, not suffocating.
I pulled off her panties and kept kissing her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, my fingers moving between her legs to rub her clit and get her wet. But once my fingers moved into her slit, it was clear she was already wet.
I got the baggy t-shirt off her then moved on top of her, separating her legs with mine, my dick finding her entrance on its own like it didn’t need my hand for direction. I sank inside her, moving through the creamy wetness in her channel, and stopped only when my balls couldn’t follow.
Her hands gripped my biceps, and she breathed through my size, like she still wasn’t used to my thickness. She lifted her head and pressed her forehead against mine, wincing like this was her first time, like she wasn’t already knocked up.
I spread her legs with my arms, opening her wide, and then rocked into her, my dick squeezing every time it moved inside her. I moved until my base was deep and then pulled out again, sliding through the slickness that dripped down her crack and to the sheets.
It didn’t matter how tired I was. When I came home, I wanted to be inside her, wanted to fuck this sexy woman that I’d knocked up. I was deep in love, borderline obsessed, and I had sex on my mind…all the damn time.
When I finished my workout in my private gym, I headed back to the bedroom.
Cleo was awake, standing in the bathroom in her panties and bra, finishing her hair and makeup before she left for work. She used a big brush to blend her makeup before she grabbed a black pen and traced the bottom of her eyes.
It was hard to tell she was pregnant because she was so petite, but when she was nearly naked, I could definitely see it. I set my headphones on the dresser and looked at her, seeing her from the side. She had a small frame, so the little bump was more noticeable. I never thought pregnant women were sexy, not Valerie, but…Cleo was pretty sexy.
She finished her makeup by smearing lipstick onto her mouth before she pressed her lips tightly together, rubbing in the color.
I dropped my sweaty clothes in the hamper then walked into the bathroom.
Her eyes immediately went to my reflection in the mirror, seeing my naked physique as I walked behind her. Her lips remained open because she went totally still, like my presence was enough to distract her from everything else. Then she rubbed her lips together again, coming back to reality. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I didn’t wrap my arms around her like I usually did because I was sweaty. But I did lean down and give her a quick kiss on the mouth. My hand wanted to give her ass a squeeze, but I resisted. I turned on the water and got into the shower.
She grabbed her outfit for the day, a pink dress with sleeves, and then put on the bracelet I’d given her as well as her mother’s diamond earrings.
I got out of the shower, dried off with a towel before wrapping it around my waist, and then stood at the double sink counter. The shadow on my jaw was getting dark, so I needed to shave.
She kept glancing at me in the mirror as she adjusted her earrings.