“You’re perfect just as you are,” he whispers against my belly and I giggle when his warm breath tickles me. “Never lose sight of the fact that I love you for you, Fable. That I also happen to think you’re gorgeous is just a bonus.”
God, when he says stuff like that I want to cry. Seriously. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I whisper as he moves back up to kiss me. He’s naked, he somehow he kicked off his underwear, and I know he’s ready. Despite his reassurances, I’m still self-conscious and he realizes it. He’s being very careful of me and I appreciate it so much.
“Is it okay to have sex?” he asks, his brows furrowed in concern. “I mean, I know the doctor gave her okay, but how are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m a little nervous.” Fine, I’m a lot nervous, but I don’t want to freak him out. “Just … go slow, okay?”
“I will.” He kisses me, his lips gentle and sweet. “I promise.”
And he does go slow, his patience for me an unspoken reassurance. We kiss for what feels like hours, his hands sliding all over my body, touching me in all the precise places he knows I like. He strokes me between my legs, circling my clit with his index finger until I subtly start to move against his hand, losing myself in his touch. I come this way surprisingly quick, his mouth on mine, his fingers touching me, and I pull away from him to cry out as I arch into his hand.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs when my orgasm is over, and I reach for him, stroking his erection, marveling at how big he is, how hard. It’s been a long time for both of us and it’s left me feeling a little disconnected from him. I’m eager to get that connection back, to feel whole again. To feel as one with Drew.
I think he feels the same.
He enters me with tenderness, his touch light, his c**k thick as he pushes inside of me. I lie there completely still, taking him all in, breathing through his movements, and he pauses. His arms are braced on either side of my head and he presses his forehead against mine, staring at me with that familiar, intense blue gaze. “All right?”
Nodding, I smile. “Definitely all right.”
Drew kisses me and then begins to really move. Still keeping the pace slow but steady. I feel like I’m floating, my body engulfed in pleasure as I hold him close, his skin imprinted on mine. I can smell him, fresh and clean from his shower, along with a mixture of faint sweat and sex. His thrusts begin to quicken. Harder, faster, and I’m relieved I feel no pain beyond the initial discomfort of him pushing inside of me.
“I love you,” he whispers before he kisses me. A sloppy, almost desperate kiss, which tells me he’s close. “I’m gonna come, Fable.”
He reaches in between us before I can say anything, touching my clit, thrusting deep. “I-I’m close, too,” I stutter, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensation that’s sweeping over my skin.
And then I’m coming. So is he. We’re coming together and that doesn’t happen very often but somehow, at this very moment, it is happening. We cling to each other, our soft moans loud, our shivery bodies electric as our skin sticks together. I’m breathing so loud I sound like I just ran a marathon, and so does he.
“Damn, that was ama—” he starts but is interrupted.
A wail sounds in the next room and I start to laugh. “Autumn has great timing.”
He pulls away from me and crawls out of bed, slipping on a pair of sweats that he’d thrown over a chair. “I’ll go get her,” he says, the look he gives me so full of unbridled emotion a shiver steals through me, making me hot. For him.
I have the best husband in the entire world.
Drew
I bring Autumn back into bed with us and she lies in between us, Fable back in her panties and a fresh T-shirt, her hair pulled into a sloppy knot on top of her head. She looks pretty and young, much like she did when I first met her, and I have no idea why she’s so worried about her weight. I think she looks f**king amazing.
“She’s spoiled,” Fable says, tickling Autumn’s chubby belly and making her smile.
“Why do you say that?”
“We’re going to give her everything she could ever want.” Fable sighs. “She’s a lucky little girl.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” I grab Autumn’s fist, pry open her tiny, perfect fingers, and she curls them around my index finger. “Damn, this girl has a strong grip.”
“Don’t say that word,” Fable says primly. “Her ears must remain pristine.”
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You’re taking this too far, Fable.”
“Whatever. She’s a perfect little princess who will never, ever hear one filthy word uttered from any of us. Right, sweetie?” Fable smiles down at Autumn and my chest grows tight.
My girls are everything to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve them but I’m thankful. So damn thankful that I even wrote a little something about them both last night …
“I have something to show you,” I tell Fable as I get off the bed and go to my dresser, where I stashed the piece of paper I’d scribbled on.
“What is it? A diamond ring in exchange for me giving you your daughter? Is it my push present?” she asks hopefully.
I turn to look at her, frowning. “Push present?”
“You haven’t heard of it? Yeah, pregnant women get a push present. Usually something extravagant and expensive that they feel they deserve for going through the agony that is known as labor,” she explains.