Redemption(62)

“Where are you going, Lissa? Your house is in worse shape than mine. You can’t even eat there.”

I glanced around the kitchen and pointed out that we couldn’t eat here either.

“You look exhausted.” He didn’t know it was the wear and tear of concealing my past and hiding my emotions. “Let me go finish what I’m doing, and we can grab some dinner. I don’t want you going home.”

“How about I go run feed the cat and scratch his head for a little while. When you’re done, you can come pick me up.” I had to have some time alone. This would give me about an hour and would have to do.

He eyed me carefully. I waited for him to probe about my mood, but it didn’t come. “Sure.” He kissed me and let me leave with a promise to be careful.



*

I glanced around our new home, grateful the stars had aligned, and we’d both sold our houses quickly. We were fortunate not to have to make extra mortgage payments or wait for a buyer on either property. It would take me days to unpack and get everything situated, but Dan and I managed to put the master bedroom together, complete with sheets on the bed and everything that night. I knew he was tired when we finally collapsed on the bed together, but I also saw the lust in his eyes. He’d been hesitant to have sex while I’d been pregnant. We hadn’t abstained, but it hadn’t been nearly as frequent as before we started all this and certainly not as energetic.

He sat up long enough to strip himself of his shirt, then laid back and lifted his hips to take off his basketball shorts. “I want to feel your skin on mine the first night in our house.”

I obliged his request and repeated his actions although my movements weren’t quite as graceful as his had been. He had to help me sit up, and when I lifted my hips, he removed my pajama bottoms. There was nothing sexy about the state of my body…at least not in my opinion. But Dan disagreed. He loved my larger breasts, the firmness, the volume, and he got just as turned on by the sight of my round belly that kept him a foot away from me.

He was much gentler with me pregnant than when I wasn’t but dominant all the same. The way he approached my pleasure was still with great passion, it just also held a tinge of caution. He couldn’t flip me around the way he liked to or put me on my stomach to take me from behind, but he found ways to accommodate my ever-changing size.

Every bit of pleasure was heightened by the hormones, and he loved being able to get me off multiple times. I was limited in movement, but Dan wasn’t, and he got creative. But tonight, he was after my pleasure. On his knees between my legs, he pushed my thighs apart to make love to me with his mouth. I couldn’t see him over the top of my stomach, but I felt every move he made. The way he sucked on my clit, and how he nipped at my lips playfully. He teased my slit with his fingers and tongue, driving me wild with need. I reached over my head and grabbed the headboard with a firm grip. I needed leverage to ride his face that I hadn’t been able to get from the sheets I’d been fisting. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to erupt on his tongue.

He gave me seconds to recover before encouraging me to my hands and knees so he could take me from behind. I loved the way his hands felt on my hips, just beneath my round stomach, as he pulled me back to meet his thrusts. I wanted it harder, but I knew I’d have to fight him. It was far easier to gain control by changing positions.

“I want to ride you, Dan.” He was easy to manipulate when he was aroused.

He pulled out and flopped over to his back. When I moved to straddle his waist, he held my hand and steadied my hips. With my back to his front, I slid down on his length in a reverse cowgirl. It was easier to rock back and forth at the pace I preferred, and I could drop myself down on him for a hard penetration. It didn’t take me long to reach my peak, and Dan quickly followed me over. He sat up to embrace me, and I leaned back into him. When my breathing returned to normal, he eased me off his lap. I felt his come run down my thigh but was too tired to get up. I had no clue where a washcloth was and didn’t care.

Dan slipped from the bed and returned with a dish towel, although I had no idea where it had come from. He cleaned me up carefully, tossed the towel to the bathroom floor before he tucked himself back in bed, and pulled me to him.

We spent the next two days unpacking and organizing our house. I’d expected resistance about what went where, but Dan had been overly accommodating. The only thing he’d cared anything about was where the glasses went in the kitchen. He didn’t care which closet he got in the bedroom or what side of the bathroom I wanted. Nothing. Just the cups in the cabinet closest to the refrigerator. I didn’t care anything about where things went in the kitchen as long as it was tidy and organized. We found a place for everything the two of us had wanted to join in one household. The remainder of our things were currently in the garage until we were sure it all needed to go to storage. I think Dan believed I’d want far more of those things than I had and didn’t want to have to make multiple trips to the storage unit. But I didn’t want to bring clutter in the house and never touched a single thing out there. Now he was tasked with loading and moving all of those boxes for a second time.

He called Brett to get him to come help him move the stuff. When he hung up the phone, I couldn’t help but think how weird life would be when I resumed normal tasks like lifting.

“I’m going to be sad when this pregnancy is over.” The thought slipped out without the surrounding internal commentary.