Chapter 20
Twenty
Adrian
“I can’t believe we just did that,” my wife says, giggling.
“Which part?” I tease as we step into the hotel elevator.
She presses me against the wall and flattens her palms on my chest. “All of it, but especially dinner. I can’t believe you made reservations at a second restaurant and even managed to guess what time we would arrive.”
I chuckle and run my hands up her back. She calls this dress a “little black dress,” which she has informed me is a staple in every woman’s wardrobe. She even explained how the right sort of black dress could be used for anything from a casual evening to a formal night out at the theater.
When she was putting it on earlier, she demonstrated the possibilities while I sat on the hotel room sofa, grinning and rubbing my chin, watching my fucking sexy, animated wife as she strolled through the room first in sandals with a scarf in her hair and then in fuck-me heels and expensive jewelry.
In the first demonstration, she had her hair in a ponytail.
In the second, she had it stylishly arranged with ringlets around her face.
This second option is how we left the room, but she did manage to convince me that she was right about the little black dress concept.
I grab her waist and stroke her stomach with my thumbs. “Princess, I was pretty confident we would not be having dinner with your parents, and I can’t have my girls not eating. Thus, the second reservation.”
I’m just fucking glad she was able to brush off the encounter with her parents enough to be able to eat.
That part concerned me. I wasn’t sure how sad she might be or how long it might last. Though I suspect she shed most of her sorrow in the car when I made good on my promise by making her face the window on her knees so I could lift her dress and swat her fantastic ass.
That’s when I learned about the black lace thong. She’s always full of surprises.
The elevator opens on our floor, and I take Blair’s hand to lead her down the hallway.
She giggles. “You said girls… Does that mean you’re not only confident I’m pregnant, but you’ve already gendered our baby?”
“Yep.”
She rolls her eyes, but her grin is firmly in place.
I open our hotel room door and yank her inside. The second the door is closed, I press my wife against it and kiss her. While doing so, I grab the hem of her dress and lift it, eventually yanking it off between us, breaking the kiss just long enough to do so.
My wife is on fire, nearly climbing me. I think her hormones are already making her constantly horny because this isn’t the first time today she’s expressed such desperation to get in my pants.
After grabbing her hand, I back up, leading her toward the bedroom of our suite. She’s even sexier now that she’s wearing nothing but a matching black lace thong-and-bra set with her heels.
Fuck me.
I’m tugging on my tie as we shuffle backward.
Why must men’s clothing be so difficult to get off?
I have a lot of work to do, buttons to unfasten, zippers, cuff links, and socks…
The list is long. I have to let go of my wife’s hand to remove all of that, but she enjoys the show, as evidenced by the way she circles me in those heels, eyeing me like a piece of meat.
I’ll gladly be my wife’s piece of meat any time.
“Your bra is tight, princess,” I point out, pulling the pregnancy test we just bought from my suit jacket pocket.
She cups her breasts and jiggles them. “Do you really think so, Mr. Fancy Jeans?”
I chuckle at her nickname. “I know so. You’re spilling out of the cups.”
“I don’t think that’s really possible at ten days, even if I am pregnant.” She continues teasing me by pulling the cups down so that her fucking hot breasts pop free, her nipples hard points that make me lick my lips.
I’m fully naked now, and I stalk toward her slowly before grabbing her hips and lowering my face so I can devour one of those nipples.
Fuck, she tastes amazing. My favorite is when she takes a bath using the cherry-berry bubble bath because then her skin tastes almost sweet.
Maybe it’s just the scent on her, but it’s heavenly.
I’m pretty sure she brought a travel-sized bottle of that with us because she tastes like that now.
My wife tips her head back and whimpers.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask.
She smiles. “Yes, but in a good way. I kind of like the pain.”
I growl as I switch to the other nipple and bite into it just enough to make her breath hitch. Her hands are on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. She likes to mark me, and I enjoy waking up in the morning to find little half-moons on my arms.
“It’s good that you don’t mind the pain, princess, because there will be discomfort when I hook you up to the breast pump and milk you. You’ll get used to the soreness as your teats get stretched and your udders drain.”
Her breath hitches. “Adrian…” She loves it when I talk dirty to her.
I unfasten her bra and let it fall to the floor so I can cup her heavy globes and worship them.
I suck back and forth, elongating her nipples, making her writhe.
“Look at them, princess.” I thumb her buds.
“Look at how much bigger they are just from my attention. Imagine how obscene they will be when I milk you.”
She shudders. “Adrian…”
I lean in to whisper in her ear, “Do you know what else will hurt, my little milk cow?”
Blair moans.
“When I leave the suction on your teats after your udders are empty. Do you know why I will do that, princess?”
She shakes her head.
“Because the continued suction tells your udders to make more milk. The more I express, the bigger they will get.”
“Adrian…” she moans again. I love hearing my name on her lips. I’ll never get tired of it.
When I squeeze her breasts, she bucks her body.
“Sore?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
“Yes…”
Kneeling in front of my wife, I tug her thong down and then remove her heels one at a time. “Lean over the edge of the bed, princess. Feet planted, legs wide.”
She turns around to obey me. When she’s in position, I pull her back about a foot so her breasts hang in front of her instead of being pressed against the mattress.
After running a finger through her folds to prove she’s soaking wet, I thrust my cock into her, taking her off guard. I never enter her before making her come. She’s stunned. Her hands fist the comforter.
I hold myself deep and reach around to find her clit and thrum it. It only takes a minute to bring her to the edge, and then my princess cries out as her release milks my cock.
Watching her come always makes me horny. I’m like a teenager. Even after ten days, I still come prematurely. And that’s what happens now. My cock explodes inside her, filling her tight pussy.
Even though I’m confident she’s pregnant, I still like her to keep my come inside her. It’s a caveman move on my part. I admit it.
I reach into the small bag of toys next to the bed and pull out the strapped dildo before easing out and immediately pressing the rubber cock into her cunt.
“Seriously?” she giggles. “I’m surely already pregnant.”
I swat her bottom after I fasten the straps. “I told you. No wasting my come, even if you are pregnant.” Grabbing her hand, I help her stand and give a little tug.
“Where are we going?” She’s a bit wobbly from just having an orgasm, but I’m impatient.
“Bathroom, baby.”
“Why?”
“So you can pee on the stick.” I hold up the pregnancy test I snagged on the way out of the room.
“Now?” She giggles.
“Now, princess.” I’m so fucking possessive that I help her onto the toilet and squat in front of her to open the box. After a quick glance at the directions, I pat her thighs. “Spread your legs, baby.”
“Adrian…” she complains futilely. She does as she’s told, though.
I hold the test strip between her legs. “Pee, Blair.”
“So bossy.” She grabs my forearms.
“Very. Now pee. I know you need to.”
Sure enough, she releases a stream of urine, and I eventually pull the test away to set it on the back of the toilet.
I grab some toilet paper for my wife, but before I can wipe her, she snags it from my hands. “Too much, Adrian,” she sasses.
“It’s just pee, baby. I like taking care of you.”
“Yeah, well, I can wipe my own butt.”
“Sure. Now you can. But what about in nine months, huh?” I tease.
She shoves me away and stands to head for the sink.
I join her, surround her from behind, and wash our combined hands while kissing my wife’s neck. “I’m sorry about your parents. I hope you don’t feel like I overstepped.”
“God, no. I was kind of surprised you didn’t punch my father in the face. He was an ass. It was embarrassing.” She turns in my arms.
“No reason to be embarrassed, princess. Their behavior is on them, not you.”
“Promise me you won’t let me become them as our kids grow up.”
“Never.”
“Do you think they will leave me alone now?”
“They certainly won’t try to have you committed or dare set foot on our property, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Do you think they will ever come around and see reason?”
“I hope so, baby. I hate you being estranged from your parents, but they have to come to that conclusion on their own. They can only get to you through me now. No more checking that phone. I’ll keep it.
I don’t want you stressing over them. When, and if, they decide to be decent, civil human beings, I’ll let them ease into your life.
Until then, I won’t permit them to upset you. ”
“And the papers you gave them? Will they definitely keep me safe?”
“The documents Nate Evans drew up are airtight, baby. Your parents can’t do anything.
We got ahead of them and nipped that shit in the bud.
You’re mine. Any decisions that need to be made with regard to your medical care if you’re ever incapacitated will be made by me.
Not them. It’s in a notarized document.”
She smooths her hands up my chest. “Do you know how sexy you are when you talk about legal rights and notaries?”
I chuckle. “Do you know how sexy you are when you breathe?”
She giggles and looks past me toward the test.
“It’s just a formality,” I tell her. “You’ll sleep better once you see those two lines.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“Or maybe I have that backward. Maybe I’ll be so fucking into my pregnant wife’s body that I won’t let you sleep at all.” I shrug.
“Sounds more like you.”
I snap the belt that’s holding the dildo inside her, making it sting against her hip. “I’m gonna need to invest in a larger set of straps to fit around your huge belly.”
“Could we not talk about my giant body yet? It’s unnerving.” She shudders.
I kiss her. “It’s inevitable, and you will be so fucking sexy.”
“Is it time yet?” she asks anxiously.
“It’s time.” We walk together, hand-in-hand, to the toilet and lean over to look at the test.
I think we both blink a few times before looking at each other and offering a mirrored smile.
“We’re having a baby,” I say proudly.
“It would seem that way.”
I take her in my arms again. “Are you scared?”
“Silently freaking out inside, yes.”
“You know I’ll be with you every step of the way. I love you, Blair Gallant.”
“You’d better be with me. This is all your fault, Adrian Gallant.”
I kiss her deeply, threading my fingers into her hair. It may have happened fast, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.