Page 74 of Pieces of Us
I fucking come in my pants.
We’re both fighting for air. I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth. Our faces are close enough in the darkness that I see her watch my movements.
“If this is the only way I ever taste you again, I’ll fucking die a happy man.”
She stares as I remove my fingers, and she slams her mouth to mine. I feel her fingers tracing south, down my abs, but I grab her hand.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” It pains me that I hear disappointment in her voice. If this woman only knew. Why did my dick have to betray me when I finally had the opportunity to have her hands on me?
“Believe me, Mel, I want that more than you could possibly know. But I already got there.”
“You already came?”
“Yeah.”
“You came just from what we did?”
“It’s sort of been a long time for me.” I lightly chuckle, trying to cover up for my embarrassment. “You have no clue how much you turn me on, do you?”
“No. I don’t.” She says it in a doubt-filled whisper.
I run my hand down her side, lightly tracing her breast, moving over her stomach.
“Your body was amazing before, but now? You’re creating a life, Melonie, my child. I don’t know that I can properly put into words how much that turns me on. I look at you every day, see the changes, and it only makes you more beautiful.” I blow out a breath, trying to think of a way to tell her how I see her. “I guess all I can say is that your body is miraculous.”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I’m scared I’ve said too much. Finally, she lightly brushes her lips against mine and says, “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“You deserve all the beautiful things, Mel.”
“Thank you.”
I shift and remember I have a situation to take care of. “I need to go clean up.”
“Okay.” She yawns. “I’m going to close my eyes.”
“Go to sleep, Mama.”
I watch as her eyes shut, her head on my pillow, with the smallest grin on her face. An “I just had an orgasm” grin. I get up and head to the bathroom. I rinse off, and when I get back, I hear her soft sleeping breaths.
I grab some boxers from my dresser and cautiously crawl under the sheets. I don’t want to wake her. I want her to sleep right beside me, in my bed. I want my pillow to smell like her shampoo tomorrow.
I lay in the darkness, watching her sleep, until my eyes won’t stay open any longer.
Chapter Fifty
Melonie
Ireturned to my bed a little after the sun came up. Linc was passed out, and I didn’t want to find out what it would be like to wake up beside him, so I crept back to my room like a coward.
Just like the last time, we moved through our morning routines without any awkwardness. Though he did make a lot more food than usual for breakfast, and he kissed my shoulder while we ate. I feel like a teenager, tracking such a small gesture.
Now we’re at the baby supply store, and I stand in the bath-time aisle next to Linc, who is having the time of his life picking out various bath toys and bottles of baby wash.
“Mel, look, they even have baby bathrobes.” He turns to me with bright eyes, holding out a yellow terry-cloth robe. “This one is a duck!”
I take it out of his hand. “It’s really cute.”
“Throw it in the cart.”
