Warning! Explicit Material
Lying in bed Peta is in one of my t-shirts, something that I have grown accustomed to seeing every night. Curling up beside her in just my boxer shorts I instantly put my hand on her small bump that grows little by little every day. With her being pregnant it is truly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life.
Looking up at my wife she has that mother-to-be glow that could light up the entire world. Giving me a smile she puts her hand over mine and says, "You do realize we have to thank our samba dance?"
Raising my eyebrow I asked, "Huh? THANK our samba?"
She is laughing so hard that her belly shakes underneath my hand but she manages to say, "Yeah. The red lingerie from the dance that I got to keep......"
"Jesus that outfit did a number on me." I say as I recall how phenomenal my wife looked in it.
She was giggling while looking at my facial expression knowing that I was picturing it in my head. Playfully smacking my arm, as she did on a regular basis, she got my attention and focus back.
"Yeah well it did a number on you not once but twice if I do recall." Peta said rubbing my hand back and forth across her belly.
Finally putting two and two together I realized that we had conceived the night I walked through the front door to a wonderful surprise........
**James' flashback begins in his head**
'Air conditioning. Thank God.' I remember saying to myself as I opened the door and felt the cool breeze hit my bare chest that was covered in sweat.
With my favorite overalls hung down on my pelvic bones I started to kick off my boots after a long day of working on one of my newest "old" cars. Even though I had quite the collection of cars already, Peta still let me buy this last one knowing how much I loved fixing them up as a hobby.
The house was silent and dark, only lit by a flickering light that I could see looking up the stairs. Glancing over I saw a few bottles of wine and food, still warm, lying on the kitchen counter top. Not sure why she wasn't eagerly waiting for me at the kitchen table I hurried up the stairs, skipping every other step, following the light that led me to our master bedroom.
"Hey Petaaaaaa......" I said dragging out her name as I opened the door to a stunning surprise.
My jaw dropped to the floor and my eyes fixated on my wife dressed in her red lingerie outfit from our samba dance we did together on Dancing With The Stars. They let us keep a few of our favorite costumes and much to my liking she had picked an outfit that made my head spin and tongue wag.
Licking my lips I said sarcastically, "I see you have dinner made."
Walking towards me slowly I could see every curve of her body move and sway with grace and sexiness. She had a fierce look in her eye letting me know she was on a mission. I couldn't help but grin, liking the view that stood only a few inches in front of me.
Running her index finger down my sweaty chest she gave me two options. "Option 1? You can have the dinner downstairs that I made for you. Option 2? I can be your meal. So what's it's gonna be Mr. Mechanic?"
I honestly stood there a few seconds in silence just loving her gentle touch that was working its way down to my abs sending a shiver down my body. Stopping her finger near my happy trail that was slightly exposed I got sucked back into reality and realized she was still waiting for an answer.
"Option 2. Every damn day. Option 2." I said with a slight groan leaning into my stunning wife as she giggled feeling my lips on her exposed neck.
Moaning as she enjoyed the parade of kisses she muttered, "But you'll starve if you pick option 2 every day."
I stood up straight instantly and with deep passion in my voice I made my point clear. "I'll starve if I can't have your love."
As they so often did when I said something romantic to her, Peta's eyes teared up but those tears soon disappeared when I picked her up in my arms and placed her ever so gently beside our bed. It was then that I noticed candles were the reason I had seen the flickering light from downstairs and then my ears picked up the sound of one of our favorite songs, Feels Like Home, playing softly on the surround sound system.
Just like the song said Peta was my home. She was where I belonged. Never had a woman made me feel completely lost when I looked into her eyes until I met my wife for the first time that February night in 2014. Even when I looked deep in her eyes, some 3 years later, she still had the same effect on me. In red lingerie or fully clothed, I was the luckiest man alive. It was time I showed her just how lucky I felt.
Cupping her head in my hands I wasted no time giving her the love she deserved. Lightly kissing her lips I could feel her body quiver instantly at my touch. My fingers felt goosebumps form on her skin from anticipation and intensity so I slowly lied her on the down feather comforter watching her abs constrict seeing me crawl in between her legs, still covered by red hose. Taking my time on purpose her heels were the first thing to go then one leg at a time her legs were finally bare, cleanly shaven and already wrapped loosely around my thighs.
Her body would shift every so often, wanting, needing more, knowing it was going to happen, being impatient. Giving her a little grin I stood up, dropped my overalls and boxers to the floor and gave her a moment to give me once over from head to toe. Licking her glossy lips as she stared at me I grabbed a hold of her underwear and tossed them aside quickly where they landed in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Biting her bottom lip she tried to hold back a smile but once I got started on her bra straps it was end game.
Her breathing become erratic as she watched me intently, never glancing away from my eyes that were locked onto hers. I could feel her hips thrusting upward ever so slightly while she pulled at my muscular arms finally getting our lips to touch at last. A sigh of relief then a moan came from my wife as I entered her for the first time that night. Smiling as I continued to kiss her, she tried to practically consume me, not able to get enough of the phenomenal and intense feeling we were creating with one another.
At a steady pace I moved in and out, out and in as we both filled our bedroom with moans. Body sweat spread all around us as the temperature in the room rose. In all honesty the sweatier the better. Her fingernails dug into my back the harder I would thrust then move down to my ass as I held my position inside of her, relishing in the moment. Watching her cheeks turn red and her eyes and facial expressions I knew I had hit her sweet spot finally feeling her warmth spread around me.
Breathing heavily I didn't want to stop but soon I was joining her and we both let out a yell in unison. Still lying on top of her naked body Peta's arms wrapped around me as we continued to kiss with her toes playing with mine.
"I love you." I whispered softly to my wife making her smile from ear to ear.
Rubbing my facial hair with her fingertip she reciprocated, "I love you too."
Wiping my sweaty forehead on her chest Peta let out a loud squeal and tried to push me off of her but I held her down and soon round 2 was underway.
**Back to present day**
"James! Earth to James! Hello!? Come in James!?" Peta said louder and louder noticing I had begun daydreaming.
Giving her a big grin I said, "That was a great night huh?"
"Best decision I ever made, brining home that red lingerie outfit." Peta said quite proud of herself.
Moving quickly I straddled her, being careful of her belly, and placed her hands up above her head. "BEST decision you ever made?"
Laughing at me she shook her head, "Okay. Okay. Maybe not the BEST decision I ever made but hey it did get us this little one right here."
I bent down and kissed her skin that was already starting to get stretch marks. "My best decision was marrying you because on that day you became mine I became yours."
"And this became ours." My glowing wife said with great pride and joy, rubbing her belly, as I cradled the two most important people to me in my arms.
