A Bundle of Joy 2: The Baby Proposal (BWWM Interracial Romance) (8 page)

But
her earlier confidence had fled. Conflicting thoughts ran an obstacle course through her brain. What would he think of her body now? She wasn’t the same lean girl that he remembered. Her body had changed since the pregnancy. The baby bump was visible, her breasts were larger, and she had put on weight.

Would he still find her attractive?

She’d debated about whether or not she should put on a light dusting of make-up. She eventually decided to give in to her insecurities, and applied some, which would help her achieve a natural look, yet boost her confidence. Selene figured that Triston would focus more on her face and not on how different her body looked now that she was pregnant. Dressed in a sheer baby doll that barely covered her rump and a coordinating thong, she came out of the bathroom and was surprised that he wasn’t in the bedroom.

Where was he? She went looking for him. The house, a gift from his paren
ts on his return from his tours of duty, was large, spacious, and spread over two floors. She searched the bedrooms upstairs. He wasn’t there. Downstairs, she walked through the living room, dining area, bypassed the kitchen and went into the study. He was nowhere to be found. Wouldn’t he have told her if he was going out?

Finally, it occurred to her to look for him on the patio that adjoined the study. As she stepped out, she found him sitting on a large, cushioned couc
h. A cool breeze filtered in and ruffled her baby doll. The moon was a bright silver orb in the sky.

“What are you doing
out here?”

“Getting some
fresh air and…”

Selene sat
by his side. She resisted the urge to straighten his hair that had been messed up by the breeze. “Having second thoughts?”

“No. I was—
”

“
—Thinking about having sex with a pregnant woman?”

“Wil
l you let me finish?” he growled. “And damn it, yes. I was thinking about sex. It’s been a long time since we…slept together…”

“
I’m sure you’ve not forgotten the basics.” Selene wasn’t reassured. Were men put off by pregnant women? Was that the reason for his reticence?

“I doubt tha
t I’ve forgotten anything…”

“If you want, we can wait until after the baby is born,” she offered. Hopefully, her body would get back into shape soon after the birth. But what if she didn’t? Would they be one of those couples who never had sex?

“If I wait any longer, I’m going to spontaneously combust. I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands on your body and there’s no way we’re waiting. I was just sitting here planning on how I would get you in the mood.”

Selene chuckled. Now, she felt a little reassured. “I’ve been in
the mood ever since you unbuttoned my dress.”

He turned to face her with a grin on his face. “Really?”

Selene lifted her head and he swooped down for a kiss. It was warm and slow. Her lips moved under his. He gathered her in his arms as a rush of heat spiral downward to her center. It had been too long.

She’d missed this so bad.

She’d missed him.

As they pulled apart, Selene cast her mind back to their first kiss. It had been chaste and sweet
, stolen in the back of a movie theatre. Even then she’d been eager for his hands to touch her and the need had only grown in the past years. He kissed her again, his hand cupping her chin in a firm grip. He bit her bottom lip.

Sele
ne let out a groan. “That’s amazing.”

“You make it
easy,” he chuckled. And just like that, the years they hadn’t spent together disappeared as if they’d never separated.

Selene stared into his deep, dark eyes. She could feel herself drowning in their warm depths. When she raised a hand to touch his cheek, his sk
in was warm, just the way she liked it. The way he looked at her, made her feel cherished, loved, and wanted. Placing his palms on her shoulders, he took her mouth eagerly. She complied, allowing him easy access. He teased one corner of her mouth, as it lifted in a smile, and then the other. His tongue flicked at her lips and then he raised her head.

“Think you could handle me, babe? It’s been a long time I’ve been wanting you.”

“Sure am. Show me what you—”

Triston swallowed her words.

His lips devoured hers.

****

Triston’s intentions were honorable: be patient with Selene, and fuck her nice and slow. But from the moment she turned and sashayed in front him, as she made her trek towards their bedroom, his dick couldn’t wait any longer. The arch of her back, the perkiness of her fine ass, the sway of her hips, the length of her legs, was just too. Damn. Much. Triston couldn’t wait to sink his throbbing dick into her slick heat. So, he lunged after her, albeit playfully, and cradled her in his arms. Their laughter resounded through the house.

But as he reached the landing and got one step closer to having Selene in his bed, he was revived from of his temporary insanity. He slowed his strides and tried to bring his raging need under control. While taking several deep breaths, he opened the door causally,
when deep down he really wanted to bust it down, toss Selene onto the floor and have his way with her lips, her breasts, her pussy, instead.

Maybe he was in a comatose state, because he was surprised that the cherry-colored door clicked softly behind them, and didn’t just slam shut. He took another deep breath, and tried to focus on anything but ravishing her. He didn’t want to spoil the night for her by finishing too fast. After all, speed should be reserved for athletes sprinting towards 100 meter records, not for a man who wanted to make his woman’s first night as his wife to be like a stick of dynamite.

Explosive.

He took in his newly decorated surroundings, while he concentrated on getting a hold of his senses. The warm red of the wood echoed the off-white, navy blue, and mahogany décor in the bedroom. With her
clean, sweet skin and her barely-there night dress, the color of sea foam, Selene fitted right in. Allowing her to slide down against him until her feet hit the floor, was both pleasure and pain all wrapped up in one; yet he didn’t release her. He turned his head and studied her while she was still in his arms. Her eyes were closed. He flicked his tongue over an eyelid, tasting not her, but her eye-shadow.

He backed up.

“I need you.” Triston caressed her cheek. “You, babe, not your makeup. You’re beautiful and I want to see you as you’re meant to be. Natural.” He smacked her playfully on her rump. “Go wash your face, babe.” Triston pointed across the room to a door, slightly ajar. “No need to hide from me.” He chuckled to show her he was being facetious.

But he needed to buy some time.

Seriously.

He wouldn’t be able to rein in his hunger for her much longer. As
king her this favour would give him enough time to compose himself.

And to have a serious conversation with his dick.

It was behaving badly.

And it needed to be disciplined.

“I’m sure you noticed I was wearing lipstick before you sucked it off, so why make a fuss about some eye shadow.”

“Because if you stick around much longer, babe, your ass would be on the floor, my dick would be drilling holes in your pussy, and you’d be hollering my name before you could say
Jack Robinson.” He chuckled. “Any more questions?”

“When I come back, I want you naked.” She winked
and slipped away from him, tossing over her shoulder, “It’s only fair.”

He groaned. She hadn’t been such a tease at 18. Maturity had brought her confidence. A sexy-as-hell kind of confidence. As soon as the bathroom door shut, he hurriedly began to undress. Not bothering to fold anything, he tossed his pajama bottoms on the chair in the corner of the room. Shucked down to his boxer briefs, he tiptoed to the bathroom’s door. Placing an ear against the panel, he could hear her humming as she busied herself. The sound warmed his heart and pure emotion choked him.

Tonight, he would make her sing.

And that was a promise.

Triston strode back to the King-sized bed, slid off his boxer briefs and sat on the edge. Just in time. The door cracked open and the light behind Selene’s brief silhouette went dark. No ghostly white haloed her shape. She had undressed as well.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to take the thong off yourself. But I decided I didn’t want to wait while you tortured me that way. I’ve been lusting after you all afternoon.”

Triston shook his head. “Not a problem.”

He
had
wanted to undress her himself.

Had wanted to feel the tickle of the sheer material as it glided through his fingers.

Had wanted to frame her breasts above that tight thing that held them together.

Maybe he’d ask her to put it back on later.

Maybe…

Selene took a few steps closer and Triston dismissed the idea, every one of them, immediately. Framed in the soft yellow light which leaked through the gauzy sheer over the window, she was amazing. Her skin seemed to glow from within. Like glowing embers from a crackling log, she radiated warmth, sensuality, and a feeling of being home like he’d never experienced.

“Come.”

He spread his knees and invited her to join him
. She moved to settle between his thighs. The smooth skin of her legs rubbed against his own and made his nerves alight with sensation. He took one of her full globes in his hand. As he squeezed and massaged them, he pulled her even closer. He stroked down her thigh, resting a palm against the back of her knee before lifting it gently and placing her leg over one of his. Moving to the other, he did the same. She straddled his lap.

“Sit.”

She did.

Cupping her chin, he raised her face for his kiss.

A peck, really.

Then more.

He soothed the skin of her cheek. He brushed strands away, tucking them behind her ear. His tongue licked the seam of her lips and she opened on a whimper. Delving deep, he ran his hand around her neck and up to tangle his fingers in the soft curls at the nape of her neck. Holding her still, he took from her everything she had to give. She tasted sweet, like the champagne she’d sipped at the reception. He swore he could still feel the bubbles gather and burst on his tongue.

Amazing.

His other hand moved to fondle her breasts. Much fuller, already preparing for the birth of their child. Softly working the nipples, careful to bring her passion, was his immediate goal. But he didn’t want to have her coming from nothing more than a kiss and a touch. As soon as she arched and moaned, he stopped, dropping his palm to pet the incredible silk of her growing stomach.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“And you’re…” Selene tucked her head into the crook of his neck. “…hot.”

Triston relished in the heat of her skin. Pressing a kiss to her hair, he let her have his way with his neck.

For the moment.

Continuing his explorations, he traced a tender trail from her belly button to bud. She yipped when he found it. Smug satisfaction morphed her face.

He would keep his promise.

She would come first.

Flicking the nub of skin, he circled the tiny peak, then grasped it hard between his thumb and finger.

Rub, press, flick, pinch.

Again and again.

Satisfaction course through him when he saw how Selene’s breath quicken, bursts of warm air on his neck making him tremble with the effort to control his erection.

His other hand joined in, gliding up and down her slit, already coated with her honey. She began to keen, a low, perpetual cry which was music to his ears.

First one finger, then another, and another, he plunged into her sheath. Thrusting in counterpoint to his attack on her clit, he played her like a tenor pan beating to one of Chopin’s musical compositions on a tropical island. Bringing her to the edge over and over, he eased his penetration as her inner folds spasmed and gripped at his fingers.

Her body shook with the need he created. Then, all of a sudden, she froze, lifting her head and regarding him with umber-colored eyes. With a twist of her clit and a hard push of his fingers, she screamed. Her honey washed over his hands, filling the room with her essence. A scent he would never tire of. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he held her lust-filled, exhausted gaze and watched her pupils as they darkened impossibly as he sucked her juices clean.

“Mmm. Perfect.”

“Yeah?” Selene pushed him down, but not with much force. Triston saw the pleasure on her face when she watched as he lowered his back to the mattress.

Pumping his impossibly hard dick, slowly, tortuously, and the devilish glint in her eyes were enough to undo him. Make him crazy with need for this woman.

Feeling as if he needed more of her, of her hand, was enough to make him raise his hips to meet each thrust. “Yeah, that’s fucking fantastic, babe.”