Sam smiled and leaned in to kiss her tenderly. “Why?” he whispered against her temple as he nuzzled her face lovingly.
“Because my body is so different,” she whispered, holding him against her so he couldn’t look down at her nakedness.
He reached up and caressed her face gently. Taking her hand that held his hip so tightly, he pulled it gently away so he could ease her back onto the bed to open her to his gaze.
“Rachel, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, running his hand lightly down her neck, across her shoulder, and down her side to cup the soft cheeks of her bottom. “You can’t imagine how much I want to touch every part of you.”
“Really?” she whispered, looking up at him with searching eyes.
“Baby, you have no idea how much you make me want you,” he told her seriously. He saw the question on her face and smiled, leaning down to kiss her gently, deepening its intensity as he ran his hand over her body. He caressed her belly lovingly before reaching for her hand and pulling it toward him to press it against his groin.
He smiled at the gasp Rachel released against his mouth as she felt the huge bulge of his erection through the confines of his jeans. He pushed her hand against him, rubbing it against him erotically, and moaning into her mouth at the contact. He pulled back to look down at her and fought to control his breathing. He released his hold on her hand, smiling as she continued to hold him intimately, closing his eyes in pleasure as she rubbed and squeezed his hardness. He opened his eyes and reached out to her. He traced the areola of one breast, smiling at the way it was darkening due to her pregnancy. He was careful not to hurt her as he tightened his grasp on her breast and leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth and suck tenderly at it.
“Are your breasts sore?” he asked her, pulling away from the sweetness of her to look down into her face worriedly.
She smiled up at him, taking her hand from his body to reach up and replace his hand over her breast once again. “Not so much anymore,” she told him honestly. “And I miss falling asleep with your hand here.”
Sam smiled and squeezed the fullness of her breast very gently. “Oh, honey,” he told her, his voice hoarse with passion. “I have no intention of falling asleep right now.”
His intense look of pure desire took her breath away. “That’s good,” she whispered. “I would really like to make love with you.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he teased her, laughing softly as she smiled brightly. He trailed his hand down her arms and swallowed almost convulsively at the incredible feeling of happiness he felt as he touched his wife’s naked body.
Sam’s mouth blazed a trail from her temple, down her face, into the crevice of her throat, to the swell of her full breasts. He hesitated at the gold chain that rested between the beautiful mounds and leaned back to touch the blue stone before looking up to gaze into his wife’s eyes. He smiled in pleasure at the sight of the necklace that once belonged to his mother still worn securely around her neck.
“I’m glad you’re still wearing this,” he whispered, kissing her temple lightly as he hugged her to him tightly.
“I never take it off,” she told him quietly, taking his hand in hers and bringing it to her lips to kiss it slowly.
He closed his eyes in total joy at the feel of her after being parted from her for so long and sighed contentedly when he felt her run her hands across his chest. Her eyes never left his as she reached down to tug at his belt, trying to release the buckle.
“Help me get you out of these jeans,” she told him huskily.
He released his hold on her to back off the bed and stand beside it. Reaching down, he slowly unbuckled his belt, pulled at the button at the waist and lowered the zipper. He smiled as he saw how Rachel watched his progress and remembered how wonderful it was to watch her undress before him not so long ago in the camper every time she drove him wild with desire. He was determined to create the same frenzy in her tonight. He needed her to want him as much as he wanted her.
He pushed the jeans down his long legs, stepping out of them and standing before her with just his black boxer briefs on. He reached down and cupped the bulge that was evident beneath the thin cotton, squeezing slightly and moaning at the jolts of pleasure that shot through him.
He smiled at the needy noise that escaped Rachel as she watched him and reveled in the look of pure passion that filled her eyes as he pushed the briefs down his body, freeing his thick, fully engorged shaft. He stood before her, erect and throbbing, liquid leaking from the tip of his cock. When Rachel sat up, reached out and gently lifted the drop of moisture with her index finger and drew her finger to her mouth to slowly suck the moisture from it, he nearly exploded at her erotic action. Before he could regain his breath, Rachel moved onto her knees and came to him, grabbing his hips to steady herself as she took him into her mouth and slowly eased him into the warmth and wetness that awaited him.
“Oh, God,” Sam moaned, reaching to hold her head in his hands, gently caressing her hair as she moved him in and out of her mouth, alternately sucking and swirling her tongue around his shaft.
The feel of her hand reaching out to encircle his sack, squeeze and pull at it gently, was almost too good to bear. He sucked in a breath and groaned with pure pleasure. He knew that if he allowed her to continue he would lose control. He wanted, no he needed, to bury himself deep inside her and claim her once again.
He pulled her from him gently, drawing her up into his arms and surrounding her in his embrace before crushing her to him and kissing her deeply. He gasped at the sheer pleasure of their naked bodies touching. She reached her arms around him to gently stroke the muscles of his shoulders, pulling him tighter against her as her lips crushed his, passion and desire evident in her kiss.
He smiled, relieved, and met her passion with his own. “I want to make love to my wife,” he whispered, his breathing ragged, his voice a deep growl.
Rachel kissed his chest and smiled, happy and contented that her life was finally filled with such tenderness and love. Sam crushed her to him and kissed her deeply.
“I need you to lie down,” he told her with a shaky voice. When she looked up at him and smiled, he closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath.
“Are you okay, Sam?” she asked him quietly.
“Rachel, honey,” he whispered. “If we don’t lie down soon my legs are going to give out. It’s taking all the strength I have to hold back.”
Rachel smiled and leaned away from him, letting go to back away from him and lie down on the bed. She opened her arms to him and waited, her face filled with desire and love. Sam leaned down into her embrace and smiled, breathing heavily as their bodies met, gasping at the sheer pleasure of the joining.
“Baby, I don’t think I’ll be able to wait,” he whispered against her neck.
Rachel smiled and kissed his forehead lightly. “We’ll take our time next time, Sam,” she told him seductively, licking the sensitive skin below his ear and biting into his neck lightly, sending shivers throughout his body.
Sam covered her mouth with his and kissed her with such passion Rachel could barely breathe. She met his intensity with her own, sucking on his tongue as it ravished her mouth. When he reached down to touch the intimate folds of her body, she opened her legs and helped guide his hand to the wetness that awaited him, gasping when his finger entered her and sank into her depths.
“Rachel,” he moaned against her mouth. “You’re so wet.”
“Just for you, Sam,” she whispered, pulling at his hips until he was settled intimately between her legs, his erection pressing against the wet curls of her body. She reached down and took him gently into her hand and guided him into her, moaning as he buried himself slowly inside of her.
He pushed in gently, leaning back to watch her face as her body took in every inch of him until his hips were pressed tightly against her core. Her eyes closed in the pure pleasure of him filling her completely.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispered, his movements stilled as he looked down at her, his brow covered with perspiration from the effort.
“Yes,” she told him quietly, her face a mirror of the pure joy she was feeling.
“Rachel,” he whispered, waiting until she opened her eyes to look up at him. “You belong to me.”
The intensity with which he looked down at her made her stop breathing. “What?” she whispered.
“You’re mine,” he nearly growled. “You’ll always be mine.”
Rachel looked up at him in silence. The seriousness with which he had spoken those words of possession made her heart pound. His vehement claim of her matched exactly how she felt about him. It was beyond possession. It was a binding of two destined souls.
“If any woman ever tries to come near you ever again, I’ll kick her ass,” Rachel told him seriously.
Sam laughed with pure joy. He hugged her to him and rubbed her back gently. Leaning back, he reached up to tenderly trace her jaw with his index finger.
“Rachel, I love you with my whole heart and soul. Never doubt that,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled up at him and reached up to touch the black curl that fell across his forehead. “I love you,” she whispered, pulling his head down so that she could reach his lips to kiss them lightly.
Very gently, she reached down to pull his hips toward her, opening her legs further and angling her hips slightly to pull him even deeper inside of her. Her inner muscles clenched, and she pulled on him with such intensity, he gasped with surprise and moaned with sheer pleasure.
He leaned up on his arms, careful not to crush her then slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her. Looking directly into her eyes, he pushed to sink back into the warm, wet depths of her. His heart was racing and his body reacted when he felt Rachel wrap her legs around him and pull him tighter against her body.
His need for her broke his resolve. He pumped into her then, unable to hold back any longer, needing to complete this act of love that claimed his wife and his child forever.
Rachel called out his name, biting into his shoulder as the excitement coiled from deep within her to explode with shards of colors behind her eyes.
He knew only the happiness of her orgasm, and the total joy of giving her the release she needed. The tightness in his body intensified until the tension exploded in a release that burst from him, sending the warmth of his seed deep into his wife’s body in agonizing, sweet, torturous spurts.
“Are you okay,” he whispered after a moment, careful not to crush her with his weight as he kissed her temple as he fought to control his breathing.
“I’m wonderful,” Rachel answered, smiling, petting his arm languidly.
He stayed seated deep within her, not wanting to leave her body. He kissed her lips lightly, then her chin, nuzzling into the crook of her neck below her right ear to breathe in the scent of her soft hair.
He withdrew slowly from her body, smiling at the moan that escaped her, and lay down beside her to gather her into his arms. He wiped the perspiration from her brow and smiled as he looked down at her. Very slowly, he reached down and covered his baby with his hand and caressed Rachel’s body tenderly.
“I love you, Rachel,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“Take off your wedding ring,” Rachel told him quietly as she sighed contentedly.
“Why?” he asked.
“Read the inscription,” she told him.
Sam pulled the ring from his finger and angled it toward the light of the bedside table lamp to read the inscription.
My One and Only Love
was beautifully etched in the yellow gold.
Sam felt his throat tighten with emotion. He placed the ring back on his finger and leaned over to kiss his wife with aching tenderness. When he pulled back and looked down at her, she was smiling up at him with tears in her own eyes.
“Baby, I love you,” he whispered, kissing her lips lightly.
“I love you, Sam,” she whispered back.
He pulled her into his arms and settled his hand on her breast. Rachel smiled in contentment at the familiar embrace and leaned into his chest. She settled her hand on the bulging muscle of his bicep, breathing in the wonderful scent of him as she slipped into a contented sleep for the first time in months.
Just before sleep overtook them both, Rachel realized just how lucky she was. She had it all. A successful career. A baby on the way. And, most important of all, Sam’s love.
There was a bounce to Sam’s step as he walked up the front steps of the big white house that he and Rachel called home. It had been a hectic day at the office, but the beautiful spring weather had lifted his spirits, and the thought of coming home to Rachel made him take the front steps two at a time. The past four months with Rachel had been the best of his life. He loved his wife and the life that they had together.
He opened the front door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The house was quiet. He didn’t see Rachel anywhere. Passing by the living room, he looked in quickly to see if she was lying down on one of the overstuffed couches that had once occupied his apartment in Denver. The room was empty.