Alexis takes in a sharp breath and her chest rises, pushing out her full luscious tits, taunting me. I’m desperate to press my lips to them, take her soft perked nipples into my mouth and lavish them with my tongue. Fuck! I have a hard-on right now just contemplating it, wondering that if I try would she wake. Should I? Of course I should. Then again, her threats of late are becoming quite believable, so a rethink of that course of action is probably wise.
Last week, Alexis made it very clear that her nipples were no longer allowed to find their way into my mouth. She told me they were now ‘off limits’ because colostrum had appeared. I was no longer allowed to lavish them with my tongue...well, at least until our son was drinking from a bottle.
Much to my disappointment, I had to admit this news did seem fair to me...until she told me that he would more than likely start to drink from a bottle when he reaches the age of one. One...really? Fucking bullshit age one, there’s no way in hell I’m waiting that long to suck her nipples. He can drink from a bottle long before his first birthday.
I shake my head at the absurd thought and lean in closer to Alexis’ tummy to have a one-on-one discussion with my boy. I do this often, especially when his mother is asleep—secret daddy’s business.
“I know you are awake in there,” I whisper. “I can see you moving around. Listen, you know I love you and will do absolutely anything for you, give you anything you need, right?” I wait for him to acknowledge with further movement.
He does.
“Good, because I need you to understand that your lease over the use of your mother’s nipples is for a term of six months and no longer,” I inform him.
Glancing up at Alexis, I confirm that her eyes are still closed then return my attention back to her stomach. “You might think the duration of your lease is unfair, but I can tell you I am being very reasonable. So, that being said, do we have a deal, baby boy?” I lightly fist bump Alexis’ tummy. “Good boy,” I whisper with a satisfied smile on my face and gently nuzzle her skin with my nose. God, she smells good.
“I can’t believe you just waged a deal with our son over his use of my breasts,” Alexis says quite casually without opening her eyes. Shit! I could’ve sworn she was still asleep.
“He needs to know who’s boss,” I defensively answer while shuffling closer to her face.
She opens her gorgeous eyes and rolls onto her side, facing me. “I think you are the one that needs to know who’s boss, and I can confirm, Mr. Clark, that it is not you,” she says with a content, cocky smirk on her face.
“Hunny, you know that is not true. Technically, I am still your boss,” I imply, as I caress her tummy.
She growls, filling me with a devious happiness.
“I need to get up and have a shower,” she adds, now snotty at my correctness.
I raise my eyebrow at her then get up on my knees, resting back on my heels and giving her full sight of my morning glory. “A shower...now? Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says with a faux yawn while trying to keep her obvious want for me at bay as she begins her practised shuffling to the edge of the bed.
Smiling to myself, I take a hold of my cock and slowly drag my clenched hand along its length, prompting her to swallow heavily.
She stares at me and licks her lips.
I’ve come to realise over the past year that this action of hers is involuntary. I love it, it reveals her uncontrollable surrender.
“Alexis,” I say, in a low predatory tone as I crawl over her body, stopping her from getting away and placing myself in a spoon position behind her back. “Are you saying you don’t want this?” I ask, continuing to tease her while pressing my cock onto the soft apex of her arse.
Instinctively, she pushes into me but refuses to look over her shoulder in my direction.
“Uh huh,” she moans, giving me a lazy rub with the rotation of her hips.
I lean forward and lick the skin just below her ear. “You’re lying.”
“I am,” she giggles, then tilts her head back and welcomes my mouth to hers, my tongue to caress her own. My God, she tastes wonderful. I could fucking kiss this woman till I run out of breath, and I’m positive there have been moments when I nearly have.
Slowly, I trail my hand down her front and slide two fingers inside her amazing pussy, enjoying the warm wet softness as I penetrate.
“Fuck, Bryce,” she moans, as I swirl them around inside her.
My cock twitches, indicating he too wants a piece of her inner sanctum, so I pull my fingers out and take hold of her thigh, opening her wide and placing her foot on the bed behind my legs. I position the head of my dick at her entrance and slowly push into her. Jesus, she feels good. How is it that she always feels this fucking good?
Alexis reaches behind us and grips the back of my head, making me groan and flex my fingers into her hip. Bloody Hell! I know she likes it controlled and torturous in the beginning, so I rock my pelvis deeper and harder but keep my rhythm slow before building my pace.
“Oh, God,” she moans, reassuring me of my thoughts.
Her hand moves away from my head and is transferred to my arse, her nails digging into my now tense cheek—a clear indication of her climbing orgasm.
“I love you so fucking much,” I growl out loud, my momentum picking up with a passionate vigour.
“I love you, too,” she replies breathlessly.
I can never get enough of hearing her say that to me, those three words making me the happiest man alive and surging me with adrenalin every time.
Moving my cock in and out of her quickly and relentlessly, I feel the pressure start to build in my shaft. She pants heavier now, and her inner muscles clench around me, assisting my release and tipping me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I growl into the crook of her neck, drowning out her cries of gratification.
I trail kisses along the tops of her shoulders and down her arm as I rub out the end of our climax, taking my time and enjoying her body. When both our breathing returns to a normal level, I straddle her lower thighs and hover over her.
“Do you still want your shower?” I say seductively, arrogance in my tone.
“Yes,” she counteracts. “As a matter of fact I do.”
I chuckle, shake my head, and launch myself off the end of the bed, now primed for the rest of my day. Sex with Lex in the mornin’ always has that effect on me.
“Here,” I reach out my hands as I stand in front of her, offering to pull her up. She accepts and slowly rises to her feet while letting out an uncomfortable grumble. I’m about to mock her cuteness when suddenly, I feel a warm, wet, sensation on the tops my feet. “What the fuc—”
“Oh, God,” Alexis gasps, letting go of both my hands and clutching her stomach. “My waters just broke.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
I’m not sure how long I stood statued to that very spot, staring at my wet feet. I’d like to think it was only a split second, but to me it felt like an eternity. Eventually, realisation of what was occurring right before my eyes, smacked me across the face.
“Shit! Shit! Come on,” I go to grab her arm and gently drag her out of the room.
“Bryce, where are you going?” she asks while pulling against the direction I wish to go.
“To the bloody hospital, where else?”
“I’m naked and so are you.”
I look at her superb, mouth-watering body that has transformed into a sexy as hell protective house for our son, then, I look at my own bare form. “Fuck! We need clothes.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” she mocks. “But I’m having a shower first.”