Chapter 27
A week later …
Tiago
My favorite sound in the world is my wife giggling.
I do everything in my power to make sure she does so often.
And I intend to hear that sweet melody now as I sneak up behind her where she’s relaxing on her stomach on a fancy lounge chair on our private pool deck.
I make her giggle when I tug the string of her bikini top so that it falls open.
I’ve done this every day since we got here.
She turns her head to look at me. Her eyes are filled with love and contentment. “This is the last day you get to do that.”
I sit next to her and dance my fingers up and down her spine before untying both sides of her bikini bottoms, too. I’ve slathered her with sunscreen several times a day every day, but she still managed to get a pretty good tan, and there are no tan lines because I keep removing her bikinis.
I give her fantastic bottom a squeeze before swatting it. “Turn over, baby.”
She looks around like she always does before obeying me. She’s constantly worried someone will see her. They won’t. We are totally secluded. I’ve made sure of it.
“Did I stutter?” I ask playfully with a raised brow when she doesn’t follow my command fast enough.
“No, Sir,” she whispers breathlessly as she rolls onto her back. She starts breathing heavily, and her eyes glaze over.
I always know when she slides into a submissive space because she calls me Sir. It makes my cock twitch. “Spread your legs, baby. Put your feet on the deck on both sides of the chair.”
Reagan moans as she does as she’s told. My cock reacts to that, too, of course.
I could sit and stare at her sexy body all day, and I will.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s going to lie here in a dozen positions and pose for me so I can sketch her sexy body over and over. I want to capture how she looks today.
She will never look quite like this again. Her body is about to change. She will be sexier and sexier, but every version of her will be different. She will never return to this version.
I’m feeling sappy, and I clear my throat. “Arms over your head, baby,” I whisper. “Stretch out your body.”
She glances next to me, and I know the moment she sees my supplies on the seat. “I hope no one confiscates that in the airport,” she grumbles.
I chuckle. Before I begin, I need her to acknowledge something. I flatten my palm on her belly and stroke her soft skin gently before sliding my hand up to cup one of her breasts.
I hold her gaze while I slowly squeeze, waiting for the wince I know is coming. I know my girl’s body better than she does. I’ve stared at her naked form every day. I’ve held her breasts in my hands countless times.
It’s subtle, but they are fuller. And sore.
When she finally winces, I smile. “Keeping something from me?”
Her eyes widen, and her cheeks pinken. “Oh, fuck.”
I chuckle as I pinch her little nipple hard.
She doesn’t bat my hand away. She knows better than to try. I’m actually impressed by her ability to keep her arms where I instructed her to put them. She does arch, though.
I continue to watch her as I circle her tiny bud, loving how it grows harder from my touch. Finally, I tap and flick the tip. “These are going to look amazing, stretched out, long and thick.”
She whimpers. “Tiago…”
I lean over and kiss her. “I’ll start suckling them regularly soon.”
Another whimper. Another kiss.
“I’m so fucking happy, baby.”
She licks her lips and stares at me. “I’m scared out of my mind.”
I smile. “I know, but are you happy?”
“Happier than I ever thought possible.”
“We’re on this ride together, baby. You will never be alone. I will be the most involved husband in the world. You won’t be able to so much as flinch without me making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”
I pinch her nipple again and kiss her before sitting back and picking up my sketchpad.
“Will you sketch one of the other kind?” she asks softly, looking at me with so much love and lust.
I furrow my brow. “The other kind ?”
“Yeah. The future kind. Draw me huge with your child, my breasts dripping with milk, my nipples so hard they ache. Draw me how I will look when I’m desperate to be milked.”
My heart is overflowing. “Yeah, baby. I’ll draw that, too. I’ll draw you in every stage of your pregnancy and every stage of our lives…”