I knew then that my gaining weight, having stretch marks, and eventually having a basketball for a stomach wouldn’t change how Ryder perceived me. I was beautiful to him before, I was beautiful to him now, and I’d still be beautiful to him after I had our baby. His confidence in me gave me the confidence I needed and greatly appreciated.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered to his sleeping form.
He didn’t wake, but he did stir. He moved his legs, and it tugged the blanket that covered him further down his thighs. My husband, as always, slept naked as the day he was born, and I had zero problems with it. My hand, still on his stomach, continued to trace his abs. I quietly chuckled when I noticed the beginnings of morning wood. I shook my head, amused that even in a dead sleep men could get hard. I looked at Ryder’s face as I slid my hand down to his groin and took his cock in my hand.
I lightly squeezed it, and Ryder’s lips parted. His hips also involuntarily twitched upward ever so slightly. I positioned my hand correctly and began to stroke up and down. It didn’t take longer than twenty or so seconds for Ryder’s muscles to tense and for soft moans to escape him. I leaned in to place my lips on his neck and kiss him softly. I dragged my tongue over his sweet spot, nipped at his flesh with my teeth, and squeezed him at the same time, causing him to hiss. I pulled back and looked at his face, watching the moment he awoke.
“Oh, shit,” he rasped, his voice husky.
Without a word, I placed my mouth on my husband’s, enjoying his surprise to my playtime with him. I smiled against his lips when his right hand fisted my hair, and his tongue forced his way past my lips. I yelped and pulled back from our kiss when he bit my lower lip. I released his cock and brought my hand to my mouth.
“Ow!”
“You cheated,” Ryder said, a little breathless. “I said you were to always come first, and if you kept doing what you were doing, I was going to bust all over your hand.”
I pushed myself upright and turned, letting my legs dangle over the side of the bed.
“That was kind of the idea, you shithead,” I huffed.
I was about to stand up, but before I could even move, Ryder’s hands were on my shoulders, and he applied enough pressure to keep my arse on the mattress. I shivered when I felt his thighs press firmly against my back, along with something else that was hard. I opened my mouth to speak but moaned when Ryder’s tongue slid over the flesh on my neck before he grazed my shoulder with his teeth.
“I’ve got chills,” I murmured.
“They’re multiplying,” Ryder finished.
I closed my eyes and laughed. “Keep doin’ what you’re doin’, Danny boy.”
My husband kissed the back of my head as he chuckled to himself. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he began a gentle massage that made my toes curl. Once or twice, I moaned out loud, and I felt Ryder’s cock twitch against my back, but he didn’t comment on it; he just kept doing what he was doing.
“This mornin’ was supposed to be about me makin’ you feel good,” I said softly, hissing in delight a little when he’d knead out a knot.
“Making you feel good does make me feel good,” Ryder replied.
It was hard to argue with that logic, but I argued anyway.
“Ryder.”
“Branna.”
“I’m not jokin’.”
“Do you hear me laughing?”
I opened my eyes. “Let me give you a hand job, for God’s sake.”
“Well, if it’s for God’s sake.”
I smiled. “I hate you.”
Ryder moved his lips to my ear. “We both know that’s a lie.”
“I’m not so sure,” I baited.
I gasped when I was tugged back farther onto the bed and found myself on my back and staring up at the ceiling. I smiled when my thighs were parted, and Ryder wiggled his way up my body until his face came into view above me. He was in the push-up position, his hands on either side of my shoulders, and even though he held himself off me, he lowered his torso, so his stomach brushed mine.
“I used to be able to lie on you in his position, holding myself up with just my elbows.”
I snorted. “You should have thought about that before you knocked me up.”
Ryder smirked. “I’ll be able to do it again in a few months.”
Literally a few months.
I squealed. “We’re goin’ to be parents and have a little mini-us!”
My husband only smiled at my excitement before he disappeared. He kissed his way down my body, and I couldn’t help but giggle when I became ticklish. I attempted to sit up, but then my nightdress was pushed up, and I felt a hot breath on my inner thighs.