30. Kai
Her cheek rests on my shoulder, and my arm has long fallen asleep, but I’m wide awake as I watch her count sheep. My hand is still resting on her belly, and I swear I feel a foot kick my hand. Her eyes open sleepily, and the corner of her mouth tips up. “He knows you’re there,” she says quietly.
“Are you feeling okay? Do you need a bath? Ice?” I ask her. I was so afraid to hurt her; that’s why I wanted her on top. But I also learned from some research and chat boards that women like to try it. It doesn’t work for every couple, but it was worth the shot. It clearly worked for my wife.
She shakes her head and shifts so we’re nose to nose on the same pillow. Her lips purse, and I kiss them again. The baby hasn’t moved again, so I move my hand to her hip and tug her closer. She lifts her knee over my hips and bumps her center to my leg.
“Is that a suggestion, wife?” I ask, and she bites her lower lip and nods.
I brush my nose to hers before taking her mouth. “I will take it into consideration,” I mutter between kisses. Her hips buck again, and I graze my hand around her butt, gripping it firmly. She sighs happily, gently rolling her hips against me.
I slide my fingers between her legs, and she whimpers with the contact.
“Kai, please,” she whines.
I grin and pull her closer to me. “I love it when you beg,” I mutter. Her hand slides down my torso, and her finger grazes me. If I’ve learned anything, it doesn’t take much for Cordi to make me want her.
I slide home, and we groan at the same time. Her nails dig into my arm as our hips push against each other. Her choked sob spurs me on, and I thrust harder.
She nods, and her lips part in a gasp. “Kiss me,” she commands.
Cordi pulls away on a cry and grasps for purchase as we get closer, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet. “Faster, Kai,” she moans. I pump my hips quicker and then dip my head down to her chest. She whimpers, pushing up into my face and further into my mouth. Her hands grip my hair again, and it’s quickly becoming one of my favorite things she does when we’re together. I like the bite of pain when she pulls on it.
I move from her chest, sliding my hand around the front of her throat to claim her mouth. Our hips work in tandem, her muscles tighten, and my jaw drops. My hand leaves her neck, and I grip her ass tightly, helping her keep our pace. She wraps her arms around my neck, gasping as our lips brush.
Her pretty eyes get glassy as her body shakes in my hold.
“Look at me, baby, don’t stop looking at me,” I tell her. She looks down and searches for something in my eyes, and we both break together. “That’s it mi amor, muéstrame—,” show me, I manage to grunt out, unable to finish my sentence as I moan into her shoulder. We hold each other close as we come back down to Earth. I put my hand on her stomach and kiss her cheek as she nuzzles herself into my chest. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think I could sleep for ten years,” she says.
Chuckling, I relax and hold her closer. “We still have a day before we have to go.” She pats my chest and lifts herself off of me, leaving the bed. I jump up and stop her in her tracks. “What are you doing? I need to get cleaned up and pee.”
I stoop down to pick her up bridal style, and she loops her arms around my neck. “Kai, I have legs. I can walk my butt to the bathroom.”
“I thought this was what I was supposed to do,” I tell her.
“What do you mean, what you are supposed to do?” she asks, pursing her lips like she always does when I’m doing something stupid.
“I thought when you get married, the husband was supposed to carry his wife everywhere, especially when she’s pregnant and messy.“ She rolls her eyes and holds onto me as I set her gently on her feet.
“You’re so cute,” she says sarcastically. I slap her butt before I reach into the giant shower to flip on the water. She squeaks and tries to hit me back, but I dodge out of her way. The shower starts to steam, and I get in while Cordi goes into the toilet room.
I lean my head back under the water, closing my eyes and letting the heat penetrate my muscles.
“Can I join you?” she asks.
I blink my eyes open and hold my hand out to her. “You never have to ask, gem. The answer is always yes.”
She takes it, and I help her step across the wet tile. The white-tiled shower with glass accents is big enough to hold four people. I’m more cautious around, making sure she doesn’t slip, fall, or bump into something, which makes me wonder how I’m going to baby-proof my house. We will get there, though. For now, I’m going to enjoy my wife in the shower with nowhere for us to be for the next twenty-four hours.