A/N: After a few bad weeks, Jim knows just what his wife needs. A little getaway. Enjoy xx Mariah
Jim - 29
Melinda - 25 (pregnant with Katie)
Melinda smiled at her husband as he pulled his truck up in front of their lake house. They'd only gotten it last summer and used it a handful of times, but it was a nice little trip to go one whenever they wanted to get out of Grandview, and today had been one of those days. The entire week had been for her and Jim knew just what she needed.
"I really needed to come out here today," she said, looking over at him with a smile. "Thank you."
"I know," he replied, leaning over to kiss her temple.
After a restless night full of bad dreams from too many different ghosts that brought on terrible night terrors of losing their baby again, Jim decided that the best medicine for Melinda was a weekend getaway to their lake house. He packed their bags and went grocery shopping before he picked her up from work, surprising her completely with the plans.
"I love you," she said, tilting her head up to smile at him.
"I love you too," he said, moving to open his door. "You better wait and let me help you out."
She laughed and glanced down at her six-month pregnant belly and laughed. "Baby and I are comfy, don't worry." She said, rubbing her hands over her stomach.
He came around, helping her down from her seat and into the cabin, settling her down on the couch. "Now stay here, find something on tv. I'm gonna bring everything in," he said, grabbing the remote for her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Okay," she said, smiling at him and turning the tv on. "Hey, babe?"
He turned as he opened the front door and smiled at her. "Yeah?"
"Could you maybe make me something to eat when you get everything settled?" She asked, feeling a little peckish and knowing that was more the little one growing inside her than anything else.
He nodded, smiling all the same. "Of course. I'll hurry."
As he rushed outside she knew more than she already had that she had married one of the best men.
Later on, they sat peacefully by the lake, her head on his shoulder as he sat behind her, his fingers gently running through her long hair. "Jim?"
"Yeah?" He asked.
"How…" she began nervously, "how would you feel if I cut off some of my hair?"
"Like how much?" he asked, tugging on it and earning a rare giggle from him, who nodded and turned her head upwards to face him.
She scrunched her nose and shrugged. "I don't know," she said, sitting up to face him. "I've been thinking about it for the summer. It would be easier to take care of and then I can keep up with it when we have the baby. That way she won't be able to pull on it."
Jim nodded. "Well, it doesn't matter to me," he said with a grin, "I'll think you'll look beautiful no matter how your hair looks." She chuckled and rolled her eyes. He shook his head and kissed her cheek. "I fell in love with you, Mel, not your hair."
At this, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding, along with a single, happy tear that he promptly wiped away with this thumb. "It's the hormones," she laughed.
"I know, baby," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her head again."You do, believe me, right?" he asked.
She smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss him. She ran her hands through his own hair which was curling over his ears now and smiled through their kiss. "You know, you could probably use a haircut, too," she said. "But not too much. You know how I like it."
He laughed. "I do," he kissed her again. "I'll make a mental note to trim it the way you like it before bed."
"Mmm good," she said against his lips, running her hands through it again.
Jim looked over his hair ten times before he went into the bedroom, and hearing Melinda's little claps of joy meant he must've gotten just the way she liked.
"It looks perfect," she said, closing her book and setting it down to give it a second look once he got closer to her.
He looked in the mirror on the wall and ran his hand through it. "Good," he replied. "I'm glad I got it right." He slid into bed next to her and felt like he was a teenager again, seeing that look in her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair. " I don't think I will never live down cutting my hair too short a couple of years ago."
"That was too short," she mewled into his hair, licking and sucking at the exposed skin of his neck.
"I know. You've told me," he chuckled, running his hands up the curve of her belly. "Should we tell the munchkin how our day went?"
Melinda pulled her nightgown almost to her ribs, allowing him direct access to her plump and ever-growing stomach. He'd read that talking to the baby during pregnancy would familiarize them with their voices. So here he was, every day, lying half on top of his wife with his hands tracing gentle patterns over her belly as he told the baby about their day.
But he was slowly driving her crazy. There's only so much touching a woman can tolerate in between her second and third trimester without getting really horny. She was ensnared by the soft drag of Jim's warm fingers on her skin and her breathing hitched every time she felt his hot breaths brushing against her.
She surrendered when he pressed a firm kiss just below her belly button. Melinda trailed her fingers to his thick and newly-trimmed hair, carded them through the soft locks, then guided his face to look up at her with bemused eyes. "I want you," she breathed.
He blinked, smirking. "Right now?"
She hauled his face towards hers until he covered her body with his. "Yes. Now. Do you not want to? Am I too fat?"
He shook his head, kissing her all over her neck, cheeks, and face. "Hey, never… I always want you."
"Well, good," Melinda draped her hands around his neck, while Jim braced his body weight on his forearms. "I don't know what I'd do if you stopped finding me sexy."
He melted into her like a cat in the sunlight as he cupped her face with his palms and kissed her slowly, deeply, in well-practiced moves that set her on fire. He trailed his fingers down her neck, through the divots of her shoulder blades, over her spine, and around her waist.
Jim slipped a hand under the material of her bunched up nightgown, teasing along the curves of her full breasts before leisurely sliding down to touch her stomach. He broke their kiss then and shook his head, "I will never stop loving you or finding you to be the sexiest woman alive. You are it for me, Melinda."
Her eyes filled with tears and that wasn't hard to do nowadays, but these were happy tears. She loved her husband and he loved her, and she kissed him with everything in her soul as he pushed him and sat up. She impatiently helped him out of his shirt then went straight for his pajama pants.
"You're being quicker than usual," he chuckled.
"It's been days..." She pulled the soft elastic past his hips, letting his cock spring out and making her mouth water. He was definitely turned on by her that was very prominently shown.
Jim divested himself of his remaining clothes. "My dry spell has been exactly as long as yours, Melinda." He said as he placed his hands on her hips and leaned forward, using his height advantage against her.
She drank in the sculpted arms and shoulders and rock hard stomach she'd missed these past agonizing few days. He leaned his forehead against hers and she couldn't handle how sweet the gesture felt in conjunction with his gorgeous, naked body right in front of her.
"Stop it," he groaned.
"Stop what?" She asked, giggling.
"Being so irresistibly sexy..." He moaned, raking his eyes all over her in return.
Her cheeks were aflame. "Sorry, can't do that, at least not in a pinch." She said, teasing him. "Would it help if I got even bigger?"
"Don't talk about yourself like that," he said before he dove in to kiss her.
He held her shoulders, stroked his right hand slowly over her collarbone to tease at her shirt. He gently slid his tongue past her lips, touching it to the tip of hers before retreating and going back to dancing with her lips. She whimpered and dug her nails into him, making him break away with a gasp. Slowly, she dragged long scratches up his back, punching out those throaty moans she adored hearing.
Even desperate and trying to rush, he knew from trial and error she reveled in being teased. He reconnected their lips for just a peck then kissed his way along her jawline until he reached her ear. He took the lobe into his mouth and sucked ever so lightly, caressing it with his tongue as he eased her to lie down.
She looked beautiful in the dim light, all-porcelain skin and midnight hair and pink, swollen lips. He thought briefly she looked like a goddess. The bright blue of her eyes had all but vanished, pupils were blown wide like she could stare at him for ages. He knew the feeling.
Melinda still had her panties on, which wasn't fair, but he pressed soft kisses down her neck and covered her chest until every centimeter of skin had been kissed. As his lips focused on one breast, he traced circles on the other with his fingers, then switched before he would've reached her nipple.
She groaned and tugged at his hair in retaliation. "You fucking tease."
He stopped what he was doing and smirked up at her. "Do you think pulling my hair will help?"
"I know how you get when I do this." She massaged her fingers across his scalp, firmly grabbing his silky gold locks. His breathing was shallow and his eyes fell closed. She used her grip to push his face back to her breasts and he obligingly took her left nipple into his mouth. "Oh, yeah… just like that." She writhed underneath him.
It'd surprised Melinda originally to discover Jim liked being roughly handled. He was such a sweet guy and his own touches were gentle that she'd expected him to want the same in return; but pulling, scratching, squeezing, and biting was what riled him up into a horny mess. He especially liked it when he was underneath her, pinned down by her.
Jim pulled away from her nipple with a quiet smack and lavished his attention on the other. He pulled her panties down far enough to reach between her legs and start to tease her with his fingers. She was already very, very wet and once he pushed a finger inside, she bit her lip.
Melinda coaxed him back to her mouth by the hair. He kissed her while inserting another finger, scissoring them to get her attention and help her get ready. She grunted when he made that infamous "come hither" motion with his fingers and then a third entered the spectrum, but above and just where she needed it.
She tapped his shoulder like a surrender. "Jimmm," she dragged out the last syllable of his name as she moaned and nearly came right there. "I'm ready."
His fingers retreated and he stretched over her to open the bedside table drawer, grabbing the lube just in case. Melinda used the time to wiggle the rest of the way out of her panties before he moved so he was hovering back over her, face inches from hers. "You know what?"
"What?" She asked innocently, smiling at him.
He ran his hands down her side as he looked in her eyes. "I never want you to think that you aren't gorgeous when you're pregnant," he smiled unbelievably wide as he told her this and bent down to kiss the swell of her belly. "Never." He ran his lips across her skin and cherished her. Her eyes had fallen closed and she could only listen as she drank in the feel of his lips there. "You carry our child… my child here, and I couldn't be more grateful." His lips rose to lather over her breasts as he cupped them. "You are so… intoxicating every time I look at you. I think about you every day."
She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him. She loved this man and that he wanted to tell her that. That he'd taken the time to make sure she knew just how much she attracted him and plagued his mind every day. "Get. Inside me. Now."
He pushed forward on instinct, mesmerized by her breathy commands. Her breath panted onto his face and she leaned up to bite his lip. Jim's entire spine shuddered at the sensation because no matter how many times they did this, he always drowned in that feeling of being this close to the woman he loved and knowing she felt the same way
"Tell me when you're ready for me to move," he whispered as he looked down and took in the sight before him, his heart stuttering in his chest as he did so. He could see the roundness of her belly, one of his hands coming to rest on her stomach.
She responded by hitching her legs around his waist and locking her ankles together, trapping him. As he started to move, slowly, but then picking up the pace she canted, "Yes, yes, yes," pushing her hips down to meet him with equal force. That seemed to be her new favorite word. Melinda had never been this agreeable with him. "Right there, Jim, oh God."
That punched out moan that had just fallen from her lips was sweet as music.
Jim got into a rhythm, pounding into her, again and again, to find those beautiful noises again. Melinda felt so full and she felt him brushing against that one sweet spot.
She threw her head back against the pillow, exposing her fine, creamy neck to him. He leaned down to trace her collarbone with his tongue while he moved roughly inside her, one arm under her curved back pressing their torsos together. Melinda's wife's sweaty, writhing body consumed him. Her hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders felt like fire against his skin.
Jim felt tension coil tighter and tighter inside him and feeling every inch of her baby bump pressing into his stomach only hastened his impending orgasm. Using his hand, not underneath her, he reached between them and thumbed the hood of her center in quick circles. She tensed up as another orgasm ripped through her, crying out as she tightened around him.
Jim started increasing the pace of his hips and he could feel the pair of them approaching that impending release quickly, each dragging the other along so they finished this thing together. Miraculously she came before he did and her soft, inviting flesh against his lips as he drank in her breasts, sounds and the feel of her was his undoing.
Jim stilled and shot into her while shivers rippled down his back, and he kissed her breasts with the last shred of his presence of mind. As he came down from his high, he realized her legs were clamped firmly around him and he wasn't moving anywhere, letting out one last groan as he rested comfortably against her.
It was no more than a few minutes later, before the glow from their lovemaking even began to fade, that she pulled him in and kissed him softly. "Let's go take a quick shower," she whispered with that look in her eye that meant she was thinking naughty things.
Jim took a deep, laughing breath, wondering how in the hell he'd gotten so lucky to marry her. "God, I love you," he breathed, trying to catch his breath for what he knew was coming now that he'd awakened his wife's sex mojo again.
"I love you too," she hummed, leaning down to kiss him.
