44. BELLA
44
BELLA
E verything felt like a dream. I was Mrs. Blackwood now. The engagement, the wedding… it had all happened so fast my head was still spinning.
When we stepped out of the elevator at Chris’s penthouse apartment, he scooped me up in his arms.
I squealed and then giggled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m carrying you over the threshold. That’s what newlywed people do.”
He got to the door and realized it was locked.
“Fuck, my keys are in my pocket,” he said, still holding me.
I laughed. “Put me down and get the keys, you really don’t have to carry me into the apartment.”
Chris put me down reluctantly, fished for his keys, and unlocked the apartment door. Before I could step in, he scooped me up again. He kissed me, and my knees went weak. It was a good thing he was holding me.
When Chris kissed me, I melted into a puddle.
His kisses were magical.
I could never get enough.
I was lost in his kiss. When we broke apart, I had forgotten where I was, or why.
He carried me into the apartment.
“Welcome home, my wife,” Chris said with a grin. His eyes were soft. Sincere.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” I whispered. “You really do know how to keep surprising me. Just when I think I know exactly who you are and what to expect, you do something incredible.”
Chris grinned. “I have a lot more where that came from.”
He kissed me another time before he carried me to the bedroom. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Everything about Chris was amazing. He was the man of my dreams, the man I’d always wanted to marry. For so long, I’d thought that it would never happen for me.
After all, he’d been the one to walk away.
But now, he was all in. He’d stepped up to the plate in the biggest way.
Not only were we married, but he was along for the ride every step of the way with the twins coming. I was still terrified at the prospect, but with Chris at my side and his reassurance every time I felt like the world got to be too much for me to handle, I knew we could get through this.
In the bedroom, Chris laid me down on the bed and he crawled onto the mattress next to me. He rested his hand on my belly, connected to our babies as much as he was connected to me.
“I can’t wait for them to arrive, you know,” he said.
“Really?”
He nodded. “It’s going to be so great.”
“I didn’t think you were a family guy,” I said honestly. “I mean, obviously you are with your brothers, but to have a family of your own seemed like something you just didn’t want.”
“I didn’t think I wanted it, either,” Chris admitted. He moved his hand to my cheek and brushed my hair out of my face. It had started to come undone from the updo my new sisters-in-law had done for me when we’d prepared for the quick wedding. “But now that we’re here, I’m so excited. I just didn’t think I was good enough to deserve something like this.”
“But you are,” I said, rolling onto my side, and that pushed my body right up against his.
“It’s still a big one for me to deal with, but being with you reminded me of that, and bringing out the best in me, I’m learning to take every day for what it is, rather than letting my past get in the way. And having a family with you is the best future I can ever imagine for myself.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. He had no idea how much it meant to me to hear him say that. He’d done everything in his power to change for me, to make it work. They said that people didn’t change, but that wasn’t true.
If they really wanted to, anything was possible.
And what was nature without change?
Chris’s hand slid down my body at the same time his tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned softly. He grinded himself against me, careful not to push too hard against my belly, and I sighed with need.
I wanted him closer than he’d ever been before. I wanted him inside of me, so close that we were one.
“This dress is beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers along the lace neckline.
“Charlotte and Sofia really did a great job finding this for me,” I agreed.
“Do you know what?” Chris asked.
“What?”
“This dress would look even better on my floor.”
I giggled and blushed, and Chris kissed me again, his fingers working the buttons—yes, there were a whole bunch of them closely together—and his tongue worked magic as he managed the buttons like a seasoned pro.
“You would think that they’d made wedding dresses easier to get out of,” he muttered at some point. “The whole idea is the wedding night after the party.”
I laughed, and Chris got the final buttons undone.
He helped me wriggle out of the dress, and finally he tugged it off completely and it landed on the floor.
“You were right,” I said with a sniff. “It does look better there.”
Chris chuckled and started on his own buttons.
I helped him, and it didn’t take long before I peeled the shirt over his shoulders, his torso bare.
Chris reached behind my back and undid my bra, tugging it off and it joined our clothes already on the floor before he gently pushed me onto my back. He straddled me, careful of my baby bump, and dipped his head.
He licked one nipple, and then he breathed on it. My skin broke out in goose bumps at the cold air, and heat washed over my body, need tightening like a coil inside me.
Chris planted kisses all over the delicate skin on my breasts before the other nipple got the same slow, torturous treatment.
“Chris, please,” I moaned. He was already driving me crazy. My hormones were heightened with me being pregnant, and that meant my lust was in overdrive, too.
He offered a throat chuckle before he sucked one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, and he cupped my other breast in his hand, massaging gently as he licked and sucked.
Pleasure shot through me, and my panties were soaked. I needed him so bad.
He moved his free hand down between my legs, rubbing his hand against my core.
“You’re ready,” he groaned. “So fucking wet, I can feel you through your panties.”
I moaned, rocking against his touch as he massaged me through the thin fabric while his mouth kept working me into a frenzy.
“Chris, you’re driving me crazy,” I groaned.
He chuckled, his breath hot against my wet nipple, and I gasped, a wave of pleasure washing over me.
I reached between us, unbuckling his belt and tugging at the zipper.
Chris got the hint and he stopped sucking and pulled away.
He wriggled out of his pants, his underwear followed, and he kicked the clothes aside.
Now it was the perfect wardrobe on the floor. All our clothes, except my panties.
Chris hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down.
I gasped and squirmed a little, lifting my hips to make it easier for him to get them off.
Once my panties were gone, he settled between my legs, and his mouth closed over my sex. His hands were on my thighs, spreading my legs, and I cried out when his tongue ran over my slit.
“You taste delicious,” Chris said with a throaty voice, and his tongue swiped over my clit.
My whole body was shaking with pleasure, and I could feel my orgasm building up. It was so much quicker than usual—my body was a live wire—but Chris didn’t let me go.
He took his time, licking me and sucking on my clit, his hands keeping my legs spread so he could do what he wanted.
It felt so good.
“Chris,” I moaned, reaching for him, pulling him closer to me. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted a release.
He sucked my clit into his mouth and his tongue ran over the sensitive skin, and I cried out.
My orgasm hit me hard, and it rolled over my body like a tidal wave.
I arched my back, pressing myself against his face, and I moaned and gasped, the pleasure washing through me. Chris kept his tongue and mouth in place until my orgasm finally passed and my body relaxed again.
I lay on the bed, gasping, trying to recover. When I glanced down at Chris, he grinned at me, his mouth shiny and slick with my sex.
He crawled over me.
“You’re so hot when you come for me,” he growled before he kissed me.
I tasted myself on his lips, and the realization made me groan.
He pressed his cock against my entrance, and then he pushed his hips forward and sank into me.
I moaned, my hands on his back, and Chris started to move his hips. He moved slowly, carefully, not lowering his body completely against mine, and I loved the feeling of him inside me.
He started moving faster and harder, and he grunted as he thrusted into me.
He wrapped his arms around my legs, lifted him up and tilting my hips up a little, continuing to thrust.
I cried out, another orgasm building quickly.
When Chris pulled out of me, I groaned in protest.
He lay down on the bed next to me and coaxed me onto my side. He lay behind me, spooning me, and his cock was thick and hard against my ass. He put one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, and he pushed me forward so that I lay at an angle to him. When he slid into me again from behind, the sensation was incredible and I cried out.
He was fucking me from behind but he was spooning me at the same time, and when he wrapped his body around mine as he moved inside me, it was strangely intimate. Even though he was behind me.
“Fuck,” Chris groaned. “You have no idea how good you feel like this.”
I could only moan in response, and he moved faster and faster. Chris stroked in and out of me, and he hit all the right spots, making me tremble with need, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
His breathing intensified, becoming short gasps and his strokes followed suit. He pumped into me harder and faster.
“I’m getting close, baby,” he gasped between thrusts.
I was, too.
Chris reached around and rubbed his thumb over my clit while he continued to pound into me.
I cried out, the sensations overwhelming, and Chris grunted and groaned, and he started to buck his hips even harder, his fingers working me over until the dam inside me burst and I cried out as I came.
“Bella,” Chris gasped, and he bucked his hips harder.
I rode out the wave, the orgasm washing over me, my body tensing up and relaxing again, and Chris finally let go. He grunted, his body going rigid, and he pumped into me.
He cried out, and his cock twitched and pulsed as he spilled his seed inside me, and he kept rubbing his thumb against my clit, prolonging the orgasm.
When we were both spent, I was gasping for air, and Chris wrapped both arms around me and held me tight.
He buried his face in my neck and kissed me gently.
“That was amazing,” he whispered.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed. “You are amazing.”
I loved the feeling of his arms around me, the safety and the protection that came with being with him.
This was it.
We were married.
The twins were on the way.
Life couldn’t be more perfect. Chris had changed, and so had I, and somehow everything was falling into place.
“I love you, Bella,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I murmured.
“You’re everything,” he said again.
I turned my head and kissed him.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” I said. “And I intend to spend the rest of my life showing you.”
He grinned. “I like the sound of that, Mrs. Blackwood.”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “I like the sound of that, too.”