56. Kai
“Okay, so for dessert, I …well, I didn’t make it,” I tell her, standing in the kitchen. We gathered all of our plates and brought them to the sink despite my protests for Cordi to stay in her seat.
I open the freezer and pull out her favorite of the week, strawberry ice cream. I grab two spoons. She smiles at me, scoops a mouthful, and slides it into her mouth.
“Dessert is wonderful,” she says, smiling around the spoon.
I take my own, and the fresh strawberries hit my tongue.
“Why strawberry again?”
She shrugs and takes another bite. “I don’t know. Last week, it was chocolate. It’s how the cravings work, Kai. You have to accept it.”
“Oh, I have,” I reassure her. “I have cravings, too.”
She looks at me like there’s no way. Closing the small distance between us, I take the spoon out of her hand, fill it with another scoop, and feed it to her.
“What are you craving?” she asks with a shaky voice like she doesn’t already know.
I stab the spoon back in the ice cream. “You, gem,” I rasp and slam my lips to hers.
She whimpers against my lips, and I can still taste the strawberries on her tongue as I hold her head back, opening her for me. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth, and her nails dig into my neck.
“I need you, Cordi,” I growl, and she nods rapidly. I grab her hand to guide her upstairs, and she stops me.
“No, wait,” she says, grabbing the ice cream, throwing the lid on it, and tossing it back in the freezer. Priorities. Before jogging back to the stairs, as much as an eight-month-pregnant woman can jog, I grab her again, kissing her with the beat of our pulses bumping against each other.
“Upstairs, now,” she says in a hurried tone.
I nod against her and hold her hand, helping her up each step behind her. Once she’s at the top of the stairs, she reaches for the zipper of her dress and tries to pull it down. I spin her around, and we walk backward slowly as I pull the zipper down, and she undoes my tie. Sliding my fingers under the straps of the dress, I push it off her shoulders as she shimmies to get it around her breasts and over her luscious, mouth-watering hips. I growl, watching her push it off her curvy, braless figure. I reach for her underwear, only I don’t find it. I lean back and look her in the eye.
“No underwear?”
She shakes her head and reaches for the buttons on my shirt. I drag my lips up and down her jaw and neck.
“I figured it would get in the way,” she groans, frustrated with my shirt.
I chuckle, releasing the last few buttons and shucking my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Her hands find my belt buckle, and I let her undo it and slide my zipper down before shoving her hand down my pants. Her warm hand makes me groan, and I take a deep breath, willing my body to cooperate. She can’t go three rounds like before, so I want to make this last as long as utterly possible.
“Gem,” I groan.
She leans forward, scrapping my chin with her teeth, and it tickles my spine. I push my pants down, leaving my underwear. She backs up to our bed, sits on the edge, and spreads her legs. I lift her chin and look down at her.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
Our eyes are locked together, and I lean in.
“You have taken every broken and jagged piece of my heart and glued it back together with your love. You have claimed every part of me, and I have never been more willing to let you have all of it.”
Her lips part, and her eyes water.
She grabs my wrist and tugs me down. Then she kisses me deeply, consuming every dark part of my soul. I drop to my knees in front of her, ignoring the rug burn from the carpet, and kiss her belly down to her thighs. She leans back with her hands behind her back. I lift each of her legs over my shoulders and drop my head between her legs. Her hips jolt, and she grips onto my hair.
“Kai,” she whimpers.
I look up at her. “One day, I’ll make you beg, but I’m far too hungry to make myself wait.”
Her teeth grab her lower lip, and I lave my tongue over her, curling my fingers. She moans and lifts her hips again.
“Don’t stop,” she cries. I growl into her, and her thighs tighten around my ears as I move my hand faster until she’s screaming and pulling my hair so hard it feels like it’s going to be ripped from my skull. I slow down and lean back as she takes deep, gulping breaths. I kiss each of her legs before setting them back down.
I throw myself next to her, and she turns, tucking herself into my side. We’re so close our noses brush with every breath. I drag the tip of my tongue across her lips, and she nips at me before our mouths crash together, the two of us drinking in every drop of the love that so freely flows between us. Scooting myself up to the headboard, I lean against it, beckoning for her to sit on my lap. She manages to crawl to me on her hands and knees, and I groan at the sight. She looks away shyly as she sits on top of me, and we’re so close. I brush her center, and it sends a jolt through me as our lips meet again in a gentler kiss.
When she pulls away so we can inhale precious oxygen, she looks me in the eye and says, “When I’m not eight months pregnant, I can’t wait for you to break my back.” She grins as my chest shakes with silent laughter.
I grab her hips. “Well, in the meantime, we can try to break the headboard instead. It will give me the opportunity to build your next favorite piece of furniture.”
She giggles and kisses me before lifting herself up with my help. I line us up, and her legs shake as she sinks onto me, sighing.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper between kissing her face and lips. “Hold the headboard.”
Her hips circle, and I help her move as she rolls herself against me. I lean back, giving her stomach space so she can lean forward and grab the wood.
My pulse slams against my skin as I help my wife run to the peak and lift my knees behind her to support her back as I drive up my hips. Her mouth opens as she throws her head back on a long moan. Her hair is so long it tickles my shins, making me shudder as I savor the connection between us.
It’s slow, heady, and full of so much love it makes my chest physically hurt. She lifts her head, locking her eyes to mine. “Esa es mi chica,” that’s my girl, I moan.
She looks down at me as her hair falls over her shoulders. Her mouth curves into a smile before she leans in, kissing me again. She bites her lower lip, scrunching her face, and I curse as she rolls her hips.
“I can’t,” she gasps.
I slowly continue thrusting my hips up into hers, and she whimpers again.
“You can, gem. You can,” I encourage her.
A look of determination comes over her face as she quickens her pace, and I grip her hips so tightly I’m sure I’ll leave bruises. I curse as I look up at her.
“Yes, baby,” I groan.
She shouts my name, and I lift up, latch my teeth onto her nipple, and bite down. She moans, then stills, every muscle in her body tightening as she cries out in ecstasy. I let go of the thin control I have as we vault ourselves over the edge together.
She slows, still holding onto the headboard, and her lips are parted as she tries to catch her breath. “That was…” she gasps and takes a few more deep breaths.
“Yeah.” I sigh, rubbing my hands over her belly soothingly and looking up at her as she gazes down at me. She finally releases the headboard and leans back, still straddling me. Her hands rest over mine as I stare at her belly. This little guy changed everything for us. “I know I’ve already said this, but you are beautiful pregnant. I mean, you always have been beautiful, but damn.”
She giggles and plays with my hair. “I believe that’s called a post-sex glow.”
“Nah, it’s more than that,” I rasp. My skin feels overly hot as I look up at her, nothing short of overwhelmed.
“You’re right, it is. But it’s because it’s you, Kai.”
“I know I’m good, but all this—“ I say, gesturing to her face, ”—is not just me.”
She giggles and gingerly gets off of me, lying on her side. Her long hair is mused, and her eyes are bright. She’s filling my heart, giving me a soft place to land in hers. I scoot myself closer, resting my head on her chest.
“You’re right. It’s not just you, it’s these,” I mumble against her breasts. Her chest shakes with silent laughter until it bursts out of her, and I kiss her skin there. I lift my head to watch her laugh, and it always, without fail, makes me laugh with her.