Page 91 of The Seven Month Itch
She shuffles over to me to plant a kiss. Her movement mimics a duck, and it’s adorable. “Hey,” she says in a whisper against my lips.
“Hey, baby.” I slide my tongue into her mouth. She moans and deepens our kiss. My arms coast down her body to cradle her belly. I chuckle at thethump, thump, thumpon her right side.
“Do my other babies need some attention too?” I squat down to press a kiss where my hand is and get anotherthump. “So feisty. Just like your mama.”
Justice laughs. It amazes me she doesn’t have bruises with all the punches and kicks inside her belly. Our babies are acrobats.
“Come on, Mr. Reyes. Your surprise awaits.” She runs her fingers through my hair, her thumbs making soothing circles against my scalp.
I moan. “If you keep that up, we won’t leave this spot.”
She giggles. “Come on. Your food will get cold.”
“Food? Should I go out to eat with our parents? You need to rest, baby.”
“I will, but I want to take care of my man first.” She grabs my hand and tugs. “Come on.”
I smell it before we enter our bedroom. If I close my eyes, I can see Abuela Reyes in the kitchen whipping up a mouthwatering Christmas feast.
“Your mother helped me make you a special lunch.”
I raise a brow.
“Okay, she did most of it.” She laughs and waves a hand over her belly. “Our mothers didn’t let me stay on my feet for that long.” She nods to the tray table next to my side of the bed. The smallcharamicostands proud on the nightstand, an assortment of colorful ornaments on painted white branches. “There’s apuerco asadosandwich, yuca patties, and spiced bread pudding. All made from your grandmother’s recipes.”
I take her face in my hands and kiss her. God, I love this woman.
She looks up at me with eyes that reflect the same adoration. “Let’s slip into our pj’s and watchDie Hard 2. That counts as a Christmas movie, right?”
“Yes, it does.” I kiss her again.
“Good. I want you to rest with me before these babies come. You’re so good to me. I want to take care of you too.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Am I hurting you?” I ask with a heavy breath. “I can stop.”
“Terrence, you better not.”
Sweat trickles down my face and coats my back. Each stroke is on the lowest setting possible to glide in and out of Justice, who’s on all fours. I recite the lyrics to Usher’s “Nice & Slow” in my head to keep from thrusting too hard or finishing too soon. She’ssupertight.
One major change during this pregnancy is Justice’s appetite. The woman eats for three and can’t get enough sex. Under normal circumstances, I’m all for it. The doctor gave us the thumbs-up to keep our physical activity. We can’t hang from the ceiling, but we make love on the regular.
And you know what doesn’t help you blow your load as fast as it takes Sonic the Hedgehog to collect seven rings? Reciting Usher’s “Nice & Slow” in your head.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” Her moan mixes with a whine for me to pick up the pace. “Please. I need you.” She arches her back, and damn if I can hold back my release much longer. My performance has been shit. How the hell can my dick compete when Justice clenches around me like that?
I grab her hips and roll into her center. It lacks the force of piston thrusts, but it’s enough to hit her spot. Call me a pansy, but I’m nervous I’ll hurt her.
“That’s it. Yes. Give it to me.Harder.”
I hesitate but don’t want her to grab my dick like she did last time. This woman has a death grip.
“Justice.”
Her head snaps back to meet my eyes with a gaze that makes me jump. “Terrence,” she says as calmly as possible. “We went over this, thousands of times. We spoke to the doctor, honey. I’ll be okay. The babies will be okay. We’ll be okay. Nowfuckme,please.”
