A/N: I've fallen into a deep Tumblr prompt hole lol. Being that my heart is breaking right now from my own recent love tragedy it's hard to get happy about this stuff, but oh well.
This one is a kissing prompt: a gentle "I love you" whispered after a soft kiss, followed by an even stronger one.
I hope you all enjoy xx Mariah
In bed, Katie traced patterns by connecting the freckles on Ned's bare chest. "Is this one a birthmark?" she asked, tapping one on his stomach which was larger than the rest.
"I don't know, maybe?" he laughed. He began his own exploration, brushing her hair from her shoulder and pulling down the strap of her nightgown. His lips were soft against her, but his bread tickled.
She laughed softly. "How about this one?" Her hand lingered over his waist now.
He doesn't even look. "I think that's a bug bite," he said, and this time his mouth connected with her pulse point.
"I'm trying to talk," she said, pushing him away. "Isn't there anything from your family you'd like to pass along?"
His eyes narrow curiously at her question, but he played along. "I'd say the less he or she looks like me, the better. For the kid's sake."
She rolled her eyes. "I think you're pretty easy on the eyes," she whispered, licking her lips. Her hands moved up his chest and wrapped around his neck.
"What about your father's kindness," he prompted.
"Yes," she agrees. "I want our child to be strong," he rolled over her again and kissed her throat. "Like our mother's."
He hummed against her skin, his hands sliding over her swollen stomach. He pulled up to meet with her face then, his hand sliding over her cheek. "Katie..." he whispered. "I wish every day that you would see the beauty inside yourself for once."
She pressed her lips against his this time, kissing him lightly. "I love you," she whispered, smiling up at him.
It was in her eyes. Always her eyes.
He claimed her lips again, desperately, passionately. He knew he needed to slow down. A breathy moan suddenly escaped her lips against his, and his hands moved over waist, full with hunger. His throat dried hearing her— feeling her mouth open slightly, labored breaths making her breasts rise, and her gaze anticipating.
"I think we should take a minute," she said after a moment. "I kind of want a popsicle."
"Alright, good thing I got another box at the store today." He said softly, leaning back slowly to press their lips together. In a trance, he moved off the bed and toward the kitchen, his mind focused on getting the popsicle for her. "I'll be right back."
"Make sure it's a grape one!" She yelled as he jogged down the stairs.
Would it be bad to ask her if they could make love? Nothing had stopped him before during her pregnancy, but with it being the eighth month, he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable—even when he woke up more than one morning extremely uncomfortable.
Grabbing the popsicle box from the freezer, he made sure to the grab a grape one and another because she always wanted another one before finally heading back into the bedroom. He crossed the hallway and to their room, pushing the door open and nearly tripping over his feet as what he saw.
Katie had taken off her nightgown, her body on display to him underneath the bit of the moon shining through the window.
"My dress was making me too hot," she said simply. "And you were taking forever."
Katie was beautiful, ripened with their child. Her breasts were full, darkened areolas surrounding large, peaked nipples and her olive skin was smooth because of the cocoa butter that her mother had always used. Her stomach, stretched with their baby, was sheen and peeking beneath it were the cute and comfortable panties she'd been raving to him about.
"Wow," he walked toward her as his eyes graze her full hips and toned legs. "Feel free to stay like that whenever you feel like it."
She smiled shyly. "Really?"
His free hand reached to lift her chin. "I've always thought you were beautiful, Katie. And seeing you like this…" He couldn't seem to get the words out. He wanted to tell her lovely she was; how he would never forget this image of her —this vision of beauty and motherhood all at once. Lust and love intertwined, coursing through her body and causing all the blood to rush downward. "It does some pretty crazy things to me."
Her eyes briefly flit to his crotch before she plucked the water glass from him and took a sip. When she gave it back, she licked her lips and dissected him with her eyes. "Show me—clothes off."
Boldly, he kept his eyes on her as he removed his tank top and tossed it aside. His pants were swiftly discarded after he gave her the popsicle and set the extra on the nightstand.
She watched and unwrapped it quickly before her mouth wrapped around the treat. He bit back a groan at the sighed of her sucking so reverently on the popsicle. The image of her on her knees, his hand cradling the back of her head as she treated his cock with a similar attention to the popsicle, causes him to twitch.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, her lips shining purple.
He took the popsicle from her grasp, bringing it to his mouth to soothe his parched throat. "I want to try something," he started, an idea formulating in his lust-hazed mind. "Why don't you lay down?"
He could tell she was mad he'd grabbed the popsicle, but did what she asked. Their bed was king-sized and large enough to fit them both and then some. He could tell she was nervous for what he was going to do, her chest rising and falling rapidly, causing her breasts to jiggle invitingly. His mouth watered at the motion and quickly he sat next to her hips.
"Trust me," he assured her with a wink. "Now close your eyes."
She chuckled. "What made you so bossy?"
"The same thing that makes me horny," he added before schooling her expression. "Now do as I say."
She closes her eyes and he stared at her pretty features—a heart-shaped face framed by thick, dark hair, long lashes, a pert nose, and a mouth with the sweetest Cupid's bow. He sucked at the popsicle, swirling his tongue on it before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her mouth.
She allowed him in easily, his cool tongue intermingling with the hot cavern of her mouth. She laughed in surprise at the sensation before the sound falls apart in a shaky whimper. Her hands rested on his shoulders, gripping him as he invaded her in a hungry kiss, tasting sugared saliva.
They pulled apart; her brown eyes stared up at him, ardor evident as she rested a hand to the nape of her neck.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
She nodded, almost afraid that he'll stop if she spoke. Not by a long shot. The popsicle was still in my grasp and he pulled away before offering her a taste. She took it eagerly before he dragged it out of her mouth to danced it down her neck, wetting her skin. He trailed the treat down the space between her clavicle. It's melting rapidly and before it completely melts, He glazed over both her nipples in its sweet juice.
God, her looking at him, all eager and mewling, almost made him come. He wanted to savor the moment. Most of all, she wanted to savor her. Her nipples were sharp from the cold and leaned down to suck one, caressing the peak with the tip of his tongue.
"Fuck!" She cradled his head as he flicked her nipple up and down in his mouth. There's something intensely sexy in the movement of his mouth on her—that feeling of her flesh in his mouth. "I'm going to come if you keeping doing that."
"You're that wet?" His free hand traveled to the cleft between her legs, the heat emanating from her making him twist in hunger. He pulled her panties down and thrust his index and middle fingers inside her, immediately coating them in her juices, and she cried out. Sitting up, he brought them to his mouth and tasted her—heady and arousing. The essence of his wife. "You taste delicious."
She doesn't respond, her body undulating in the spiky sensations of hot and cold intermingling.
It was not even a second before he made another grab for an extra popsicle he'd brought. It had only melted a little and he got on his knees in front of her. Katie brought her own knees up, her feet on each of his sides. Their eyes remain on one another, never breaking—even when he circled the popsicle along her stiff center and then along her slick lips.
Leaning down, he breathed her in—succulent, rich, and enticing. His lips go to her slit…sucking…tasting…relishing the taste of popsicle and his wife. He was punch-drunk and inebriated, just barely aware of the nearly-painful grasp of Katie's fingers in his hair as she swiveled her hips against his face.
"Ohh…uhh…" The sounds coming out of her mouth urged him on until he was on a roll, his tongue plunging into her. "Ned…ohh…fuck yess!"
She tightened around his tongue and he sucked, drinking her up eagerly.
There wasn't any time to recover as he pushed up and kissed her lips gingerly. She met him halfway, her eyes lust-filled as she pulled him down on top of her. There weren't many comfortable positions they fit in together anymore, but they'd managed to make a few work.
He leaned his face against hers as their lips broke apart. Her hands slid his pants down and he licked his lips as she grasped his cock lightly. He leaned in to kiss her again as she worked him slowly, groaning into her mouth as he rolled her onto her side. He settled beside her and when he filled her, she'd never felt more complete.
Their lips broke again. "Oh—yes," she gasped.
He was barely conscious, dazed by the sensation of her surrounding him, hugging every nerve, causing spikes of pleasure to surge through his body. His hands move to her waist, gripping her softly so that he could begin to move.
"Katie…" He whispered, his hand running through her hair.
She met his eyes, her mouth in a beautiful, breathless smile. Her breasts bounced with every harsh thrust and his hands went to her popsicle-sticky nipples, letting his tongue graze along them. A warbled moan built at the base of Ned's throat as he felt the beginning of his wife's second climax.
"Ned!" Katie arched, her body almost folding back, as she came around him.
Hot-white light invaded his sockets and he was blinded and flying high as he thickly coated her insides. When he came back to earth, he felt her face resting against his shoulder. "Katie," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. His eyes become heavy, sinking in exhausted slumber beside her. "I love you."
But, not before he heard her whisper, "I love you…always."