Page 197 of Debts and Desires
The bar had been decked out in white tulle, streamers, and balloons. A banner that said, “Congrats Mr. & Mrs. Black” hung from the rafters. All the tables had white cloths on them and little yellow flowers in the vases.
“Buttercups,” Carter leaned in and whispered. The applause died down and the music came on. Both Mia and Cass came rushing over to me, Cal and Tyler not far behind.
Mimi placed a veil on my head, Cass helping her secure it. They gushed over my dress, my ring, and how Carter had pulled everything off.
“I knew she’d say yes,” Carter said matter-of-factly. They all laughed, eventually dissipating. Once I knew they were out of earshot, I leaned over.
“What if I didn’t?” I challenged. He looked at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“I’d have hog-tied you and dragged you in there.” He paused, leaning in. “Then I would’ve fucked you on the bed of the truck for everyone to see as I claimed what was mine.” I’dnever understand how he still managed to make me instantly wet every time.
It seemed like the whole town was there, congratulating us left and right. The food was incredible; the music was perfect for dancing.
“And dancing is perfect for moving labor along,” Mia grinned, wriggling her eyebrows.
“That and doin’ what got baby in there in the first place,” Cass added.
“Oh, no worries, ladies,” Carter said. “I plan to.” My cheeks were so hot, I was sure they’d singe my brows. Both my friends laughed while they enjoyed teasing me some more.
We were there for a while, but eventually headed home. My feet felt swollen and Carter had made a promise to massage them.
When we got to the front porch, he pushed the door open. I went to take a step when he stopped me, picking me up. He carried me over the threshold, kicking the door closed behind him before heading upstairs. Once in our room, he kicked off his shoes.
I thought he’d set me on the bed, but he carried me to the bathroom instead. My husband sat me on the tub so carefully, taking off one flip-flop, then the other before running the faucet, turning the shower on. I watched as he stripped out of his shirt, his pants, and his boxers. I would never tire at the sight of him. Slowly, he helped me stand, supporting my belly some. Then he peeled me from my dress and undergarments.
He helped me over the lip of the tub, then joined me under the water. He wrapped his arm around me, kissing my neck. The water was perfectly warm, not hot, but it still eased my aches.
When he lathered up his hands and washed my hair, I melted into him. He washed and rinsed every part of me.
I eventually found myself back on the bed, propped up with pillows, while Carter kissed every part of my body until I was trembling with need.
He started at my neck, then moved all the way down to my ankles and back up, his lips kissing and sucking.
“Carter,” I begged, but his agonizing pace remained the same.
When he was between my legs, he went even slower, starting on my thighs and working his way in.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his mouth descended onto my pussy. He was relentless, tongue stroking me and lips pulling gently on my clit. All that did was increase my desperation for an orgasm, which only fed the pleasure for him. He loved making me squirm. I bucked and thrashed against him, desperately seeking that release.
“That’s it,” he crooned against my skin. “Who’s the best husband?”
“You are!”
“Damn right I am. Now beg for it. Beg your husband to let you come.”
“Please, Carter. Please!”
“Anything for you, Mrs. Black.”
When he slid two fingers into me and curled them, it was game over. I fell over the cliff and everything around me disappeared.
Carter moved me so that I was on my hands and knees, our current favorite position since my watermelon-sized belly made it difficult for any other way.
His hands gripped my hips as he pushed into me, stretching and filling me completely. I cried out, burying my face in the pillows. He stayed that way for a moment, letting me adjust before he withdrew. He slammed back into me and I screamed out in bliss.
After a few shallow thrusts, he slammed all the way into me, driving me forward on the bed. My husband fucked me like an animal, slamming into me over and over.
“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he said, snapping his hips forward, driving himself deeper. I whined, pushing back against him. “I willneverget tired of fuckin’ this pussy, tastin’ this pussy,or ownin’ this pussy.” He slipped his fingers between us, swirling them around my clit as he pumped in and out of me. “You aremine, Emogen. And I ain’teverlettin’ you go.” His words spurred me on as I matched his rhythm and drove him even faster, harder into me.
