Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part seventy-three

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SOFIA'S POV

"You're okay that I'm pregnant?" I ask him.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Of course I am," he says.

"Really? I thought you didn't want kids," I tell him.

"That was before I realized I was in love with you. Now I want to see more versions of you in the world with me. I want a little baby with your beautiful eyes running around."

I can't help but smile. "I was so worried. I had been thinking about adoption before you came over here."

"No one is adopting my baby," he says possessively. "When did you find out you were pregnant?"

"Just yesterday. I went to the doctor because I wasn't feeling well, and that's when I found out."

"You haven't been eating enough," he tells me. "You've lose so much weight. That can't be good for the baby. Promise me you'll eat more. Let me take you out for food now."

I kiss his chest. "I'll eat. I just keep throwing up whatever I manage to get down," I tell him.

James spanks my butt, and then slowly begins to knead my round globes. "I can't wait to meet our baby," he says. I bite down gently on his neck while he massages my ass.

"Your parents will be thrilled," I tell James.

He laughs. "Mom is going to throw us a party."

"I love you," I tell him, kissing the stubble of his jaw.

"I love you more," he whispers, rubbing up and down the backs of my thighs. "We should get out of bed. I need to talk to your dad."

We get out of bed, and James tries to reconcile with my dad. It doesn't work though because words have already been exchanged between those two.

"Dad, you should know that James never cheated on me," I tell him.

"Lies! He's just telling you that to get you back in his clutches!"

"He's not a supervillain dad. He's not getting me into his clutches. He loves me," I say, my eyes softening as I look at my husband. James wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek. His hands come to rest on my belly, rubbing slow circles.

"Don't come crying to me again when he breaks your heart," dad says.

Tears spring to my eyes. That stings. Why is dad so sure that James is going to hurt me? If anything, my dad has been the one to hurt me time and time again. He's the one that's been using me for money, and now he's acting like he cares.

Why can't they just get along now? And why does my dad have to be such an ass? I rush out the door, and James follows me. When I sit in the car, I can't stop the tears from spilling my cheeks.

"Sofia, I'm so sorry," James starts.

"Don't be," I say bitterly. "Let's just go home. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."

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JAMES' POV

I spend the rest of the day in bed with Sofia. She's exhausted and emotionally drained, so she falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow. I pull her into me and cuddle her body, kissing her hair.

When she wakes up, it's seven thirty in the evening. I order us Chinese food, and Sofia reads to me while we wait.

"Who's your favorite character in the series so far?" Sofia asks me.

"I think I like Ron," I say. "What about you?"

"Hermoine," she says easily.

"Figures," I snort.

"How does that figure?" She asks.

"You're both insanely smart in that know-it-all sort of way," I say.

"I'll take smart," she says.

"You can take incredibly sexy too," he says.

She laughs. "Why thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

"Not bad, huh?" I quirk an eyebrow at her. "That's it? I'm just not bad?"

She giggles, and I pin her down to the bed. "I'll show you not bad," I smirk, kissing her softly. Sofia melts against my mouth, and I revel in the taste of her. She smells like that rich Chanel perfume I love on her so much.

My mouth finds her neck, and I hit all her sensitive spots, leaving her gasping for breath and squirming underneath me. My pants feel tighter as I grow more turned on, and our kisses grow feverish as I grope her body.

"I love you," I tell her, grinding my pelvis against hers.

"I love you," she pants, gasping as my erection rubs against her core.

I rock against her hard, listening to the sounds of her moaning. My hands lift up the dress she's wearing, tossing it aside. Then my fingers hook into the lace of her underwear, pulling it down her legs.

I kiss her pussy, spreading her apart with my fingers and letting my tongue dive into her slick folds. She thrashes with pleasure, and I chuckle, listening to her gasp as I lap at her wetness. I swirl my tongue around her tight hole, licking at her clit with even pressure. Then I take a break to open the front clasp of her bra. She has to help me open it, and then her perky breasts spill forward out of the cups. My mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking tight while one of my fingers dives into her needy crevice.

I begin to pump in and out of her while gently biting down on her nipple. She screams, and I kiss my way down to her pussy, sucking her clit now while pumping her with my fingers. It isn't long before she's coming hard, and I slurp up her juices while she cries out my name.

"Taste yourself," I rasp, moving up to her lips. She sucks on my lip, tasting herself. I swallow the sounds of her moans, grinning against her lips when she breaks the kiss to breathe.

"That was incredible," she pants. "I think I almost blacked out."

"Anything for my beautiful wife."

And we begin to make love again, rocking into each other and taking our time. We make love all night, until I learn all the different ways to make Sofia come undone.