18. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Marshall
May 7 — 18 Weeks 3 Days, Artichoke
A ccording to Oliver and Selene, whenever asked, Elsie will insist she doesn’t need a break or any kind of pampering.
But in the time I’ve spent getting to know her, I think that couldn’t be further from the truth. Visiting my family made that more apparent than ever.
Elsie wants to be seen and appreciated.
She wants to be known and loved by those around her.
Her biggest barrier is accepting the love and care that is so readily offered to her.
So today, we’re doing something about that.
Today is all about spoiling her.
I would never be able to convince her to take a baby moon, but I can push her into doing this .
The Playground Resort has a gorgeous spa retreat on its grounds. When you arrive, it looks like you’re entering a cave oasis, and there’s a small water feature that adds to the ambiance. The interior of the space is just as luxurious feeling as the price tag on their services would make you think it would be.
“Mr. Law and Ms. Snow. Welcome in!” The cheerful front desk girl says. “I’ve got you scheduled for a couples massage and facials as well, correct?”
“Yes.” I reply, a little shocked that the staff already know who we are without giving them our names. “How did you know it was us?”
“Oh. Ms. Selene called ahead for you both to confirm everything. She told us to be on the lookout for a gorgeous redhead and her tattooed partner.” The girl giggles. “She speaks very highly of you both.”
“Ms. Selene.” I shake my head, smiling. “Of course she did.”
“That woman doesn’t trust you as far as she can throw you, Marshall.” Elsie teases, and it is so good to see her smile at me again that I’d take any kind of humiliation Selene wants to throw my way.
“One day, she’ll come to trust me. You have.” I say with a shrug and immediately regret it when I see how Elsie tenses up.
Turning back to the young woman checking us in, she hands us some paperwork, and we go to the plush couches to fill it out.
“Why do they need medical history?” I ask, staring at the lengthy questionnaire.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Elsie chuckles at my bewilderedness. “They need to make sure none of the treatments or products they use are going to have a reaction. Like if you’re taking acne medication, they can’t use certain chemical exfoliants in your facial. Then, if you have physical limitations, pain, or nerve damage in certain areas, they’ll want to know that for your massage.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I mumble.
“You’ll be thanking them later. Promise.” She says with a reassuring pat on my knee.
Forgetting about the paperwork momentarily, I study Elsie as she fills out her form, biting her lip as she does.
I want to pull that lip out and bite down on it myself. I want to pull her close and kiss her with every ounce of lust I have for her.
I need her viscerally, but I know if I tried to force anything, she would panic and flee.
This is the long game now. I’ve rushed her and pushed her every step of this pregnancy, and to a certain extent, she’s let me, but now it’s time for me to be patient and let her come to me.
She needs to come to this realization in her own time.
There’s nothing I can do to speed that process up.
So, for now, I’ll study the slope of her button nose and the tiny freckles that peak out from under her lightly applied foundation. I take in how the light bouncing off the water fixture’s falling streams makes the red in her hair stand out.
Elsie is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.
She holds herself with such quiet confidence that the world around her just seems inferior. She has a strength that I do not possess and can only hope that our daughter will have as well. She’s magnificent.
She’s my queen.
“Marshall. Focus.” She snaps when she catches me looking, but there’s a small smile on her face, which tells me she’s not too upset about me staring .
“Right. Sorry.” I apologize and go back to working on the paperwork before me.
When we’re finished, I take our clipboards up to the front and let the woman know we’re ready.
A few minutes later, we’re being led back through the hallways of the spa and into the room where our massages are then left alone.
Elsie’s been unusually quiet since we went to visit my family. Something changed on Sunday, and I’m not quite sure what.
This week has been really good for us, though. The sex between us has always been incredible, but it feels like there’s a new intimacy between us that wasn’t there before.
“I’m glad we got to visit my family while we’re out here,” I say, hoping she’ll open up to me about the change I’ve noticed since then.
Instead, with her back to me as she undresses, she tenses before replying. “Yeah. It was really nice meeting them.”
“Everything okay?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah. All good.” She says, turning to give me a small smile as I strip off my shirt.
I’ve never known Elsie to hesitate on anything. She walks through life with enviable confidence at all times. But right now, it’s like she’s almost afraid.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your dad?” She finally asks, freezing me in place.
“I just... I don’t talk about my dad a lot.” I sigh, coming around the massage table to be closer to her. “He was my idol growing up. It’s just... hard.”
Even dressed in a terrycloth robe, you can see the soft curve of Elsie’s stomach beneath the drape of the garment. My hands go to rest on her belly, and I pull her into me, rubbing my hand over where her body is now firm and slightly showing her pregnancy.
“It’s why I want this so much,” I say, marveling at her body and the child that grows in her womb. “I don’t want my baby girl growing up without her papa.”
Elsie smiles and reaches up to cup my face. “I don’t want that either.”
A knock on the door interrupts our moment, and Elsie pulls away from me, turning back to her table as the two masseuses enter the room.
The next ninety minutes are ones of bliss. I’ve never had a massage before, but it’s incredible.
It sounds like Elsie is also enjoying herself by the small moans she lets out as the woman working on her body presses into her various tight muscles.
Unfortunately, it does mean that by the end of the massage, I’m fucking hard for her and ready to fuck those same little moans of pleasure out of her. Thankfully, my masseuse doesn’t say anything about my massive hard-on.
When the two leave us, I’m immediately up and off the table.
“Marshall?” Elsie asks, a slight fear in her eyes at my predatory movement toward her.
Grasping her face between my hands, I pull her into an intense kiss. I love how she melts into the kiss, which quickly turns desperate and passionate.
Pulling her up into my arms and setting her down on the table, I spread her legs wide for me.
“Tell me you want this, Elsie. Because I fucking need you.” I pant out, leaning into her space and nipping at her ear .
I let my tongue circle the sensitive point on her pulse before traveling down her neck and collarbone with small kisses and bites.
“Fuck, Marshall.” She moans. “They’re going to be back any minute.”
“I don’t fucking care.” I bite down on her neck, and she moans. “I need to bury my cock deep in your pussy and fuck you till you’re collapsing on this table.”
“Fuck.” Elsie groans out. “Yes. I want that, too.”
Without any hesitation, I take my cock in hand and guide it to her entrance. My thrust in is hard and fast, causing her to cry out and let anyone outside know what we’re up to.
“You’re gonna get us banned if you keep that up, princess.”
“I don’t care.” She pants out. “Just fuck me, Marshall. I need to come.”
“Not Marshall. Right now, I’m your Daddy.”
Fire lights in her eyes and she pushes up on her elbows to take my lips in a searing kiss.
“Fast, Daddy.” She begs. “I need it fast.”
“As you wish,” I smirk.
My thrusts grow rapidly, and her walls flutter around me with each push into her.
Her body is so sensitive now that it only takes a few minutes to get her close. Her expression changes, and I know she’s at her edge. So, I reach down and thumb her clit in a circular motion, just how she likes it.
“Fuck!” She shrieks, and then she’s coming around my cock.
Shortly after, electricity shoots up my spine, and I’m following her off the cliff of pleasure, filling her with my cum.
Holding myself over her, I try to gather my breath as she collapses back onto the table .
I start to pull out of her slowly, but she grabs me by the hips.
“Stop. Just.” She pants out. “Stay with me.”
There’s a need, an emotional one, not physical, in her expression, which has me gathering her up in my arms and holding her close.
In my arms, she relaxes, my cock still buried in her pussy.
After a few minutes, there’s a light knock at the door, reminding us of where we are.
We pull apart, and both let out a simultaneous laugh. I finally pull out of Elsie, making her pout, and hand her the robe she draped over her chair.
When she stands, my cum drips down her thighs. I marvel at the sight of my release on her skin. Following my impulse, I reach over to gather the cum on my fingers and bring it to her lips.
“Open,” I command, and she follows instructions.
I place my fingers covered in cum in her mouth, and without prompting, she sucks them clean.
“Good girl.” I purr before pushing my fingers deeper down her throat. “Later, my cock is going to be buried so deep down this throat that you’re going to choke on my cum.”
Elsie’s eyes fill with heat. “Yes, Daddy.”
We both finish dressing quickly, but when we open the door to leave, our two masseuses are standing there, the woman bright red and the man with a smirk on his face.
The woman quickly passes by us to enter the room as we exited, but as I pass the man, he holds out his fist for me to bump.
“Nice.” He whispers, and I can’t help but chuckle to myself.
Elsie scurries away, mentioning something about showering off before our next treatment, and I settle into a soft lounge chair with a smile to wait for her to return.
Yeah, this was precisely the kind of pampering we both needed.