Page 13 of Safe at Home

I had to laugh. “I would say let's go with the coolest feeling ever. When they are old enough to walk and accidentally barge in on us making love, then we can be weirded out.”

He let out a booming laugh and leaned down to kiss me. “God, I love you so much. But I am a little weirded out by them kicking me right now. We are definitely getting good locks on our master bedroom door.”

I had to laugh and then groaned as he pulled himself out of me.

“Do you think you’d be okay on your hands and knees?”

“Yeah, that will actually put less pressure on my stomach.”

Tyler didn’t say anything else but easily flipped me over and reentered me in one swift movement. I braced myself on my elbows as he slammed himself into me. He held my hips with both hands to maneuver my ass to the perfect height for him to go deep and hard. “I love this ass so much!” he said as he smacked it hard. It was harder than he had ever smacked me before, and I felt my body move up the bed with the impact. He smacked my other ass cheek, and I found my head up against the headboard. I had a feeling it was going to be hard to sit down tomorrow, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I knew he needed to release the day's tension. I felt a sting on my ass that didn’t come from his hand, and my whole body jerked from the pain.

“TYLER!” I screamed. “Did you just bite my ass?”

My man actually laughed and kissed the spot that hurt. “It’s my ass, now. I just claimed it.”

I laughed but wasn’t prepared for him to bite my other ass cheek. I let out a loud scream that I’m sure our hotel neighbors heard.

“Oh, fuck, Molly. Fuck!” my husband called out. “I love how you strangle my cock when I give you a little pain. I’m going to come!” He finally found his release, and I felt his seed deep inside me. If I weren’t already pregnant, I thought I probably would be now with how deep he was. I found myself coming again with him and collapsed onto the bed, not being able to move anymore.

He fell to my side and pulled me over so my back was to his chest. I could feel his erratic heartbeat.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” Tyler said after he caught his breath.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” I asked.

“I was rough. Really rough. You’re gonna have bruises and bite marks.”

“I’m okay, Ty. Really.”

I could feel him nod. He moved the hair that was laying on my neck and kissed my neck and shoulder blade.

“You know I’d never mean to hurt you.”

“Tyler! Listen to me, I’m fine! I actually feel more alive now than I ever have before,” I exclaimed as I turned around in his embrace to face him. I kissed his mouth and wrapped my arms around him as tightly as my growing stomach would allow.

“I’m so glad you're alive. I think I’ll need to make sure you’re still alive in a few minutes.”

I looked into his eyes and got a sudden burst of energy. I smirked at my husband and had to say, “You need a few minutes, huh? And I thought baseball players were supposed to have stamina. No doubleheader for me, I guess.”

“Woman!” he said with a shake of his head and tickled my ribcage. “You want stamina, huh? You’re going to be sorry you teased me.”

I laughed as he turned me around to face the other direction, but then I let out a long moan when he lifted my leg and entered me while I was still on my side. “Oh, this is a new feeling. I like this!”

Ty chuckled and wrapped his arms around me to play with my breasts as he rocked into me. This pace wasn’t as grueling as before but still felt amazing. “I thought it would be another way to relieve the pressure from our babies.”

“I like it. A lot.” I moaned loudly.

He laughed and tweaked one of my nipples, “I do, too, baby. Man, I love these tits!”

He not only gave me the doubleheader I teased him about but also went for the grand slam, as we went for a total of four times that night. There was no doubt that my man had stamina. The third time was with him sitting on the hotel chair while I bounced on his cock. The hotel room’s big, glass shower was the fourth. It had a detachable shower-head that we had a lot of fun with. I was thinking about getting one for my shower back home.

As he carried me back to bed in a fluffy white towel, he gently laid me down. “You got quiet near the end there. You okay, baby?”

I sighed deeply and decided to tell him how I was feeling. “I really liked that showerhead.”

He laughed, “I did, too. That was fun.”

“It got me thinking I wanted to buy one for our shower above the bakery, but then realization dawned on me. We don’t have a home right now.” I felt one single tear fall out of my eye and slide down my cheek.

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