A FAVORITE SONG
SEQUEL TO "ESCAPE" AND "THE LOVE THAT YOU'VE LOOKED FOR"
RATED M
"Oh wow," Kate breathes, following her husband through the door into their balcony suite. She glances back at him, grins at the cocky smirk on his lips. "Good job," she teases.
Rick's eyes darken as he sets their suitcases to the side. "I wasn't about to let a little thing like our Maldives resort closing for renovations get in the way of spoiling my wife," he says in a low voice, closing the distance between them, the husk on the words "my wife" sending heat straight to her core.
Even after a decade of marriage, he can still make her desperate with want with just one look, one word.
She reaches out to grip his shirt when he's in front of her, and she curls her fingers in the cotton, yanks him into her, and lifts her mouth to his.
A low growl erupts from his chest, and she shoves his shirt up, whimpers when he breaks the kiss. He tears his shirt over his head, and she takes the opportunity to do the same, drops hers to the floor.
"We should unpack," he murmurs against her lips, but his hands have other plans, skim across the bottom of her bra before reaching behind her and unhooking it with expert fingers.
She gasps when he palms her breasts, pushes her chest into his touch, tears her mouth from his with a sharp cry when he pinches her nipples.
He trails his mouth down her neck, stopping to suck at the sensitive spot below her ear, and his hands trail down her waist and quickly undo the button of her capris.
She manages to clear the fog of desire long enough to unbutton his shorts and shove them down his thighs. He groans against her skin when she curls her fingers around his length, and he doesn't bother pushing her pants down, just slips his hand inside her underwear, slicks his fingers through her arousal.
"Fuck," she gasps, dropping her cheek to his shoulder, matches the pace of her strokes with his.
It doesn't take long before his fingers focus on her clit, and she gasps again and widens her stance, shoves at her pants with her free hand. "Off," she gasps.
She whimpers at the loss when Rick removes his hand, but her disappointment is short-lived when he kneels in front of her, hooks his thumbs in the waistband of her capris and underwear, and drags them down her legs.
He leans forwards, presses a soft kiss just below her navel, sending a shiver through her whole body in anticipation.
He doesn't move lower, though, instead stands up, presses a soft kiss to her mouth, and jerks his head towards the bed.
She puts a little extra sway in her hips as she saunters over, smirking when she hears his strangled groan.
His palms bracket her waist moments later, and she moans when he tugs her back into him, his erection nestling against her ass. She wiggles her hips before turning around, wraps her arms around his waist, and crashes her mouth to his.
She's so caught up in the kiss, the desperate stroke of his tongue against hers, that she doesn't realize he moves until she's lifted and dropped onto the bed.
Rick stands at the side of the bed as she scoots up, shoving the sheets out of the way as she does. She's barely settled against the pillows when he kneels over her, one hand propping himself up, the other pushing her thigh, parting her for him.
She hooks her legs around his waist, and they both moan when his cock nudges her entrance. She shifts, digs her ankles into his ass, and gasps when he slides home.
His elbows bracket her head, bracing himself as he moves, his rhythm quickly faltering.
"Kate," he groans, his mouth at her temple, drifting along her skin. "God, you feel-"
She grips his shoulders, holding him close as she climbs higher and higher. "You too," she gasps, throwing her head back into the pillows as he slides one hand down her side and grips her thigh, his strokes quickening as he holds her to him.
Her hand flies to the back of his head, and she brings his mouth to hers, moans into the kiss as her orgasm rushes through her.
Rick doesn't stop, instead speeds his thrusts, sending her headlong into another climax. He slides his hand to her clit, his fingers rubbing, drawing out her orgasm until he buries himself deep and groans with his own release.
He won't stop staring at her.
She can't blame him - she bought this dress for a reason, and that reason is that she looks really fucking hot - and, frankly, she's finding it difficult not to stare at him, too.
Apparently, they both packed clothes that drive each other a little crazy with desire.
Maybe more than a little, she thinks to herself when he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close, his hardening cock pressing against her.
"Let's skip dinner," he husks, lowering his head, his lips dusting across her cheek when she tilts her head back. He drifts his mouth towards her ear and slides one hand down to her ass. "Something else I wanna eat tonight."
She shivers in anticipation, already looking forward to it, but the elevator dings to announce their arrival at the restaurant, and she steps away from her husband, takes his hand with hers. "Later," she whispers, pouring as much promise into the one word as she can.
Besides, she doesn't want to rush her surprise.
Dinner seems to take forever, his heated looks sending fire through her body, her own gaze lingering on the open collar of his deep green shirt, fingers itching to expose more of his skin.
Eventually, they finish their entrees, and the waiter appears to offer them the dessert menu, seemingly oblivious - or ignoring - Rick shaking his head with his eyes locked on her.
Oh, he wasn't kidding about wanting to skip dinner, was he?
Jesus.
"Actually," Kate says, ignoring Rick's quiet growl of protest, "I pre-ordered dessert when I made the reservation. Could we get it to go?"
She's never been more grateful to share the elevator with a ship's employee when they head back to their room. Judging by the almost predatory look in Rick's eyes, and the way his gaze travels down and lingers on the high slit that shows off plenty of her thigh, even knowing there are security cameras everywhere might not have stopped him from making a move.
If she wasn't so determined to give him her surprise before anything else, she just might let him.
He tugs her to him as soon as their cabin door shuts, and she moans when his mouth crashes into hers. His hands slide down to her ass and pull her into him, and she tears her mouth from his with a gasp, rolls herself against his erection.
"Wait," she manages when he trails his mouth down her neck, "dessert."
"You're dessert," he growls, his hands finding her zipper and yanking it down, then tugging her strapless dress down her torso.
His hands cup her breasts, and she arches into his touch, moans his name when he rolls her nipples with his thumbs.
The dessert box starts to slip from her hand, but she catches it, steps out from between her husband and the door, and tugs her dress back up.
Rick turns to follow her, his eyes blazing with a familiar intention, and Kate somehow fights through the fog of desire blinding her to hold out the box.
"Trust me."
Rick narrows his eyes, but he takes the box from her and opens it, his whole body freezing when he sees what's inside. He looks up at her, his gaze softening, lips lifting into a smile. "Really?" he whispers, turning the box so she can see the dessert she'd worked with the cruise line to custom make: a small, onesie-shaped cake with "Congrats, Dad!" on top.
They've talked about kids, but only vaguely: whether they want any, when to try, how many they may want. They decided to wait a couple more years, when she was more settled in the practice she started last year, but obviously her birth control had other plans.
She found out just last week that their family's expanding a little sooner than anticipated, decided she needed to do something special to tell him. So she reached out to the cruise line and got connected to the right person to plan a special announcement.
Rick sets the cake box on the nearby table and moves in front of her, frames her face in his hands as he gazes at her, his eyes shimmering. He lowers his mouth to hers, tongue sweeping inside as she sighs, and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulls her body flush with his.
Gone is the heat and desperation of just a few minutes ago, replaced by tender, lazy caresses and wandering hands.
He slides one hand to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, his other hand moving across her back, where he traces the edge of her dress with his fingers.
Heat renews its slow unfurl through her body at his touch, and she lifts herself to her toes, buries her fingers in his hair as she deepens the kiss.
Her name falls from his lips when she trails her mouth down his neck, her fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt as she does. He cups her jaw and brings her lips back to his, and she loses herself in his kiss, so distracted by the wicked work of his tongue that she doesn't realize he's moved until she finds herself in his arms.
Breaking their kiss, she sifts her fingers through his hair as she gazes into his darkening eyes. "So, you're happy?" she asks, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Rick walks them to the bed and lowers her down, follows as she settles into the mattress. His hips roll against hers, and she gasps when she feels how hard he is. "Oh yeah," he husks, taking her mouth in a kiss that quickly turns into something more desperate.
"I know," she gasps, "we were gonna wait…"
Rick lifts his mouth from her neck. "Kate?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you, I can't wait to have a kid with you, now stop talking."
She laughs and palms the back of his head, brings his mouth back to hers, nudges his shoulder until he's on his back and she's straddling his waist. His hands trail up her legs, one sneaking under the slit in her dress, and she gasps when his fingers trace the edge of her underwear before dipping underneath.
Her head falls back and her legs widen as he slides a finger through her slickness, dipping inside her and curling for the briefest of moments before trailing it up and pressing against her clit.
He tugs at her dress with his other hand, and she grips the hem, shimmies as she pulls it up and over her head. She should probably hang it up, but the thought escapes her as soon as Rick sits up, curls his fingers around the back of her neck, and pulls her mouth to his.
She shoves his open shirt off his shoulders, whimpers when he moves his fingers from her so he can throw it aside. Burning with the need to feel his bare skin against hers, she climbs off him just long enough so they can rid themselves of their clothes, and then she's straddling him again, sinking down on his cock, moaning as she takes him in.
His fingers grip her thighs, and her own fingers dig into his chest, holding herself up as she moves above him.
"Fuck," he groans, sliding one hand between her legs and brushing his fingers against her clit.
"Oh my God." She throws her head back as his fingers rub, sending her rushing to an orgasm, her limbs trembling with her release.
Rick squeezes her thighs, and she slides one hand up his torso, cups his jaw as she leans down to take his mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
Something catches her eye when she sits back up, and her cheeks flush even more when she sees her own reflection in the window. They're in just the right spot on the bed so she can see her whole torso, all the way down to…
Her breath catches in her throat when Rick just slightly lifts his hips.
He rubs his palms up and down her thighs. "Something wrong?"
She tears her attention from the window and looks back down at him, a smile tugging at her lips. "No. Just that the window's right there, it's dark outside…" She lets the sentence trail off, grins when Rick smirks.
"That'll be fun," he rasps, sitting up and crashing his mouth to hers.
Her arms drape over his shoulders as she deepens the kiss, her hips resuming their slow rock as their tongues tangle.
Rick slides his hands down to her hips, grunts as he guides her quickening movements in a well-practiced dance. He tears his mouth from hers, and she gasps for breath, tilts her head as his lips trail down her neck.
The orgasm slowly unfurls through her, but before long she's gasping, moaning, her head thrown back, arms holding Rick tight to her as he groans with his release.
She dusts her lips across his temple, feels him breathing hard, his face buried in her neck. He murmurs something against her skin, and she leans back, sifts her fingers through his hair and tilts his face up to hers.
"God, you're sexy," he murmurs, brushing his lips across hers.
She chuckles and traces his jaw with her thumb. "Not so bad yourself," she husks, lowering her mouth to his again.
"Here you go."
Kate opens her eyes and tilts her head towards her husband's voice, sits up when he sets what looks like a piña colada on the small table next to her lounge chair. "Um-"
"A virgin piña colada," he adds, sitting in the chair next to her and taking a long sip of his own before leaning close. "For my not-virgin wife."
She rolls her eyes and laughs at the teasing lilt in his voice, and she puts her sunglasses back on, lays back in her chair.
They had several excursion options for their day in Cozumel, but instead of doing a more adventurous tour into the jungle, they'd opted to spend the afternoon at a beachside resort. Their already busy lives are about to become hectic, so a relaxing day in the sun and sand is just what they both need.
The sounds of the ocean lapping against the shore and other cruise-goers playing fade as she relaxes and lets herself drift off. Her eyes flutter open a short time later to Rick's voice in her ear, and she sits up when she sees the bottle of sunscreen in his hand.
"You're getting pink," he offers in explanation. "Don't want you to burn."
She is pretty warm, she realizes, taking the bottle and squirting some lotion into her hand. She lets her gaze travel down Rick's torso as he leans back into his chair. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, but even so, she can feel the heat of his gaze as she applies sunscreen to her arms and chest.
"Do my back?" she asks innocently, holding out the bottle.
Rick makes a noise that's probably meant to be him clearing his throat, but sounds more like a strangled groan. He sits up, and she hands him the lotion, smirks when she turns around, putting her back to him.
By the time they're back on the ship and making their way to their room, Kate's skin is on fire. Not from a sunburn - they both managed to avoid getting one - but from her proximity to her husband. His looks got more and more heated as the day went on, his hands lingering on her skin longer and longer every time he helped her apply sunscreen.
Of course, she wasn't exactly innocent, either, testing his resolve by dipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts every chance she got.
Now, as they get closer to the room, her need to touch him - and for him to touch her - just grows, until she almost decides she doesn't care that there are cameras everywhere and just shoves him against the wall.
"We have a few hours before dinner," Rick says once they reach the room, tapping his key card against the lock and stepping inside, holding the door for her.
Her hands go to the top of her bikini, and she quickly undoes the knot behind her neck, lets the fabric fall as he continues talking. She hears him shut the door, and she finishes untying her top and drops it to the floor, turns to face him.
"Do you want to take a nap, or…"
His words die in the air between them when he sees her, his jaw dropping as she closes the distance between them.
No, actually, she doesn't want to take a nap.
Well…not yet.
Trailing her hand down his chest, she smirks at the shiver that runs through him, his quiet yelp when her fingers slip under his shirt and splay across his skin before she pulls his shirt over his head. She tugs at the string of his shorts, and she hooks her thumbs in his waistband, lowers herself to her knees as she drags the shorts down his legs.
"Jesus Christ," he groans, his head dropping back, hitting the door with a soft thud. "Fuck, Kate, you-"
He shuts up when she takes his cock in her mouth.
She takes her time, swirling her tongue around the head, sliding her mouth down his length, dragging her tongue along him, her hand working his base with slow, languid strokes. It doesn't take long before he's moaning, her name mixed in with unintelligible mumblings.
She smiles around him as she bobs her head, caressing him with her lips and tongue, grips his thigh with her free hand as she glances up and sees his head against the door, hands balled into fists at his side as if he's holding himself back from grabbing her.
Well, that won't do.
She lets go of his thigh and reaches up to grab one of his wrists, works his fist open, laces her fingers through his.
He looks down, his lust-filled gaze meeting hers, and without taking her mouth off him, she gives him a slight, almost imperceptible nod.
His hips buck, but she's ready, moans around him as his cock goes deeper into her mouth, relaxes her throat so she doesn't choke. He squeezes her hand and lets go, bringing both hands to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and hers digging into his ass as he slowly thrusts his hips.
They quickly fall into a well-practiced rhythm, his hips and her head moving in tandem as he quickens. She moans when she feels him swell in her mouth, and his fingers tighten in her hair, a gasped warning falling from his lips moments before he groans and jerks with his release.
She continues to suck through his orgasm, ignoring the heat between her legs until she finally releases his softening cock with a satisfied moan. Leaning back on her haunches, she looks up at him, grins at the dazed look on his face.
"God, Kate," he breathes, his eyes on her, a crooked smile on his lips. He holds his hand out, curls his fingers around hers, and helps her up, bending down to take her mouth with his once she's standing.
She moans and meets his tongue with hers, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her body into his. Her arousal is almost too much to continue to ignore, but she manages to distract herself with the wicked work of his tongue against her neck, his hands that wander down her sides, around to her ass.
He tugs her into him, and she gasps when his cock begins to harden again, sends a thanks to whomever made this man for giving him such great stamina.
She cups his face in her hands and brings his mouth back to hers, hooks her leg around his, rocks her hips in what she hopes is a very obvious hint.
He fits a leg between hers, and she sinks onto his thigh, almost sobs when she - finally - has some pressure on her core.
Rick tears his mouth from hers, his curious eyes roaming her face, lips quirking in understanding for the briefest moment before he shifts and lifts her into his arms.
"What are you doing?" she asks, flicking his ear in annoyance, already missing the feeling of his hard thigh against her. All she needed was a few rocks of her hips, just a little bit of friction, and she would've finally found some relief. Instead, she yelps as she's dropped to the bed, but as soon as Rick kneels at the side of the mattress and tugs her to the edge, she flushes with understanding.
For some reason she's still wearing her bikini bottoms, she realizes in the split second before they're pulled off and thrown aside.
"My turn," Rick almost growls before pushing her legs open and lowering his mouth to her.
She's so close that just the first swipe of his tongue sends her back arching, but he moves, drags his tongue through her arousal.
He drapes her legs over his shoulders, slides one hand up her torso to cup her breast, his fingers tugging her nipple as he slicks his tongue through her folds. He groans against her, licking up to her clit, focuses on the sensitive bundle of nerves with long, slow swipes of his tongue, working her up until she's lifting her hips into him, desperate gasps falling from her lips.
He smiles against her, and she hears a soft "oh" when she feels one thick finger at her entrance, vaguely registers that the sound came from her. He circles his finger around her entrance, briefly dipping it inside, stroking her walls before he pulls it out and licks back down.
She doesn't usually mind when he takes his time, her eventual release all the more satisfying when she's had to wait for it. But right now she's too riled up from giving him pleasure, from the hours spent basically ogling him on the beach.
One hand buries itself in his hair, and he grunts when she tugs, lifts his head to look at her with his impossibly dark gaze.
"You gonna make me come, or do I have to do it myself?" she snaps, her words coming out more breathy than she intended.
Rick smirks and joins her on the bed, takes her mouth with his in a searing kiss. She tears her mouth from his with a gasp when his fingers renew their work between her legs.
He slips two fingers inside her, curling them, stroking, and she grips his shoulder, digging her fingers into his skin as his thumb presses against her clit and she breaks, stars bursting behind her eyes, her hips rolling against his hand.
"Fuck," she gasps as the trembles subside and her vision clears, but even as she comes down from her high, she feels Rick's fingers, still inside her, continuing their steady rhythm.
He drifts his mouth down her neck, sucks at the skin above her racing pulse, lifts his head to gaze at her. "God, I love watching you come," he rasps, crashing his mouth to hers again, his tongue sweeping against hers, adding a finger, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit as he speeds his thrusts.
"Oh my God, Rick" she moans, her hips continuing to lift into his touch, trying to take him in further, deeper.
Her hands fall to the bed and she grips the sheet beneath her, anchoring herself as Rick kneels on the floor again, drifting his mouth down her body as he does, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
He barely pauses when he reaches her center, simply bends his head down and takes her clit in his mouth.
She comes undone.
Her back arches, both hands flying to her breasts, tugging her own nipples as waves of pleasure rush through her, as Rick works at her with his tongue and fingers, their years together telling him exactly where to touch her, when to curl his fingers inside her and press his thumb against her clit, when to just lick and suck until she falls apart.
And fall apart she does.
She doesn't think there's a bone left in her body once Rick finally lifts his head and pulls his fingers from her, but she still manages to scoot up the bed and maneuver under the sheets, reaching for him when he climbs in behind her and pulls her into his arms.
His hard cock brushes against her ass, and she squirms, blushes at his low groan. She reaches back, tries to find him with her hand. "You want me to-"
"Mm-mm," he murmurs, his lips pressing against the back of her neck. "Tired. Sleep."
A small smile settles on her lips as she relaxes, her eyes drifting shut, following him into a restful slumber.
She should've known that feigning nausea, especially after announcing her pregnancy, wouldn't work. He insists on accompanying her back to their cabin after dinner, mentions calling the ship's doctor three times before she finally gets it through his protective, stubborn skull that she doesn't need medical attention.
"I'm going to take a shower," she tells him once they're in the room, "and then I'm just going to lay down for a bit, let it pass."
Rick eyes her with concern. "Okay. Give a shout if you need a hand, I'll be close."
She does appreciate his focus on her, she tells herself as she stands in the spray of the warm water. He's so damn observant, always has been, a trait that she's been the benefactor of on countless occasions.
She smiles, her hands trailing down her torso.
When his focus is solely on her, they both benefit.
Refusing to delay her plans anymore, she quickly finishes up and gets out of the shower. It won't take long before her hair's messed up, she knows, but she still takes her time styling it, knowing how much her husband loves burying his hands in the wavy locks.
She smirks as she slips on her new outfit.
And it's easier for him to grip.
Heat pools between her thighs already, and she runs her fingers through her hair once more, tousling it, gives herself a final look in the mirror before opening the door.
"You were in there a while, everything o-oh." Rick freezes as soon as he lifts his gaze to her, and he stands, neither of them even blinking when the book in his hands falls to the floor with a soft thump. "Holy shit," he breathes, frozen in place as she moves towards him. His eyes trail up and down her body as if he doesn't know where to look, and she smirks.
That's exactly what she was going for with this lingerie, a skimpy lace teddy that shows just enough to make him want to uncover what's hiding.
"Breathe," she teases, reaching for him, thumbing the hem of his t-shirt.
His hands bracket her waist and slide up her side, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts, before moving up to tug the straps at her shoulders. "You look incredible," he husks, trailing his fingertips down her chest, tracing the swell of her breasts along the edge of the bra.
His eyes are impossibly dark when he lifts them to hers, and the hunger she sees in them makes her shiver with anticipation. He must notice - of course he does - because one corner of his mouth lifts in what she can only describe as a leer.
"Now take it off."
She lifts a brow, challenging him. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"Since when are you in charge?" she asks, crossing her arms, her other brow joining its mate.
He levels his gaze at her. "Take it off or I'll take it off you. And I won't be gentle with it."
A quiet "oh" falls from her lips, and she takes a step back, quickly does as he says.
He strips as she does, and the moment their clothes are on the floor, his arms are around her waist and his mouth is on hers.
The kiss is messy and frantic, turns her already simmering arousal into a boil. She's glad they're already naked, or she'd be tearing his clothes off, desperate to feel his skin on hers. Instead, she claws at his back, his waist, his shoulders, pulling him towards the bed.
They fall to the mattress in a tangle of limbs, and she pulls him on top of her, grunts into his mouth when he settles between her legs, his cock brushing against her core. She reaches between them, curls her fingers around him, and guides him to her, both of them groaning when he easily sinks inside.
She tears her mouth from his with a gasp when he rocks his hips, digs her fingers into his back as he trails his mouth down her neck, panting against her shoulder as she clenches around him. She's already so close, can tell that he is too, taps his shoulder and gasps his name to try and get his attention, to get him to pause.
He does, his cock buried deep, and he drifts his mouth back up her jaw, across her cheek, to her mouth. "You good?"
"Uh huh."
"Why're we stopping?"
The corner of her mouth lifts. "You know the thing I said I wanna try?"
His eyes search hers, and she sees the realization dawn in them. "You mean-" One hand slides into her hair, and he gently grips a few strands. She nods, and his lips curl into a smile, his eyes darkening again as he pulls out and scoots back, giving her enough room to move to her hands and knees.
Trembling with anticipation, she almost jumps out of her skin when his lips press between her shoulder blades. Her breath catches in her throat when she feels his fingers between her legs, his touch light, teasing, and doing nothing but riling her up. His name comes out as a desperate moan, and she hears him chuckle, feels him drift his mouth down her back and over the swell of her ass, his teeth scraping the back of her thigh.
The mattress shifts, and she pushes back when his cock brushes against her core. He drags it through her arousal, pushing into her for the briefest moment, then withdrawing and dragging through her again and again until she's practically panting, begging for relief.
Finally he enters her fully, pausing when his cock is buried inside her. She almost threatens bodily harm if he doesn't fucking move when he lets out a low groan.
"Fuck, we look good," he husks, his voice so deep she almost doesn't recognize it.
Her body's on fire as he moves his hips, slowly at first, quickly speeding up until she feels the beginning flutters of an orgasm.
As soon as she begins to clench around him, he stops.
"Not yet."
She groans in frustration, falling to her elbows. "Fuck you," she snaps, glaring back at him.
He grins, his eyes dark as he leans forward and takes her mouth with his, his tongue sweeping against hers for the briefest moment before straightening back up and renewing the quick thrusts of his hips.
She moans when he slides one hand up her spine, gasps when he twists her hair in his fist and gently tugs. The slight pain goes straight to her core, and she curses loudly, her back arching into his touch.
"More," she gasps, and she vaguely hears a familiar low groan before his other arm is around her waist, pulling her upright, plastering her back to his front, hips moving with hard, short thrusts.
"Look," he rasps, his mouth at her ear, his grip on her hair tightening just a fraction, tilting her head to the side as his mouth drifts down her neck. When she just gasps, lost in his touch, in his embrace, he tilts her head forward. "Look at us, Kate."
She manages to open her eyes, shivers running down her spine when she catches their reflection in the window. She can only watch as he pulls almost all the way out, pausing with the head just barely inside her, and then pushes back in slowly, groaning when she clenches around him.
"Fuck," he grunts, his movements quickening, his hand on her breast. She arches her back when his thumb brushes across her nipple, and he smirks, scrapes his several-day-old stubble against her neck, tugs her nipple this time.
"Are you close?"
Her eyes snap to his in the window at his near-growl, and she recognizes the desperation in his eyes, in the erratic thrusts of his hips. She's so, so close, just needs-
"Yes," she gasps, pushing her hips back, curling her fingers around his forearm, her other arm reaching back to grip his hip as he pounds into her. "Touch me, Rick. God, fuck, touch me."
He shakes his head, releases her hair to wrap his other arm around her, palms both of her breasts. "Touch yourself," he rasps, tugging both of her nipples, his mouth open at her neck, eyes locked on hers in the window. "Touch yourself and watch."
Gasping with every hard thrust of his cock inside her, she slides her hand down her torso, her hips bucking into her own touch when her fingers brush against her clit. She's so turned on, so fucking close, that she barely has to rub herself before she rushes headlong into an orgasm. She spasms around him, losing herself to the rough tug on her nipples, her own fingers on her clit. Somehow she manages to keep her eyes on their reflection, watches as Rick's hips buck into hers, rolling his hips as he pulses inside her.
His fingers join hers as he slips out, and he bats her hand away, slicks his fingers through her release, teases her clit. Before long she peaks again, her back arching, pushing her body into his overwhelming touch. He lets go of her breast, uses that hand to grip her jaw and tilt her face towards him, crashes his mouth to hers.
She sags into him, sighing into his mouth, feeling the slow, seductive slide of his tongue against hers, his fingers slowing their work between her legs until she has to push his hand away.
Without breaking their kiss, she turns into his arms, moans when she feels his wet fingers against her ass as he holds her close. She eventually has to breathe, and she pulls back just far enough for their lips to part, nudges her nose against his.
"That…" she whispers, trailing off, unable to find any word that would remotely apply. Otherworldly, mind-blowing, life-changing; she's used them all before, but somehow they all seem insufficient to describe her pleasure, how absolutely incredible she feels.
Rick chuckles, brushing his lips across hers, and he gives her ass a quick squeeze. "Really fucking hot?" he offers, earning a pinch to his hip.
She palms the back of his head and brings his mouth to hers again. "Let's just say I wouldn't be opposed to doing that again," she husks.
His eyes darken, sending a new wave of arousal to her core. "Duly noted," he growls.
She's exhausted.
When Rick had first suggested a cruise for their anniversary trip, she'd envisioned taking in the array of activities, spending their last full day doing anything that the ship had to offer that they'd missed, possibly revisiting what they liked the most.
Instead, their five days at sea had consisted mostly of eating, sleeping, and fucking.
She is certainly not complaining, even if she's tempted to ice her entire body to help recover. She's in good shape, so is her husband, but they both can only hold a new or seldom-used position for so long before muscles begin to protest.
She hears the keypad beep, and she lifts her head from her pillow, smiles and sits up when she sees her husband shut the door behind him.
Rick's face brightens when he turns and sees her, and he goes to the bed, a tray of coffee in his hands. He sets the tray on her nightstand, leans over to press a soft kiss to her mouth. "Have a good nap?" he asks, his voice low.
She nods and curls her fingers around the back of his neck, pulls him back for another kiss. "Wish you'd been with me," she husks when she pulls away.
Rick chuckles and kisses her again. "You needed rest, and I can't seem to keep my hands off of you," he teases. "I left for your well-being."
She hums and pats the mattress next to her, leans into his side when he joins her against the headboard. "You won't hear me complain about the attention."
"Except this morning when you could barely walk."
Her whole face goes hot. "That wasn't complaining," she insists, lacing her fingers through his and pulling their joined hands onto her lap. "That was a simple observation that maybe next time, I should stretch before my leg goes that high."
He laughs and tugs her hand until she's straddling his lap. "If it's any consolation," he says in a low voice, lacing his fingers at the small of her back, "I have rug burns and bruises on both my knees."
She smirks and drapes her arms over his shoulders, lowers her mouth to his, moans when his tongue traces the seam of her lips. Fatigue and muscle aches aside, her body hums with desire, and she opens her mouth to his, welcomes the lazy stroke of his tongue against hers.
She can't stop the slow roll of her hips, or the anticipation that unfurls through her when she feels him harden beneath her. Shivers run down her spine when his hands slip under her shirt, his soft fingers gently tracing the waistband of her sleep shorts before dipping below to cup her ass.
She cups the back of his head, holding him to her as he slides one hand around to her front, slides a finger through her folds.
After just a moment his hands are out of her shorts, but she doesn't get a chance to even question it before she's on her back, looking up at her husband's hungry gaze. She tugs at his shirt, sits up long enough to tear hers off and throw it somewhere off the bed. His shirt follows, and he crashes his mouth to hers again, lowers her back down to the bed.
She pushes at his shorts next, and he chuckles against her mouth, somehow manages not to break their kiss as he shimmies them off. She sighs and arches into him when he cups her breast with one hand, his thumb rolling her nipple, his mouth trailing down her neck. He sits up before he goes any further, but her protest dies on her tongue when he drags her shorts off and stops, his hands on his thighs, hungry gaze making a slow perusal of her bare body.
Her nipples tingle when his fingertips brush across them, but his gaze softens when it drops to her belly, to his fingers feathering across her skin. It isn't the first time he's looked at her like this - with reverence, or disbelief that she's pregnant, that they're having a kid - and she already has a feeling that it'll be a common occurrence over the next several months.
Warmth spreads through her chest when she notices the shimmer of unshed tears in his eyes, and she reaches for him, pulls him back down to her for a slow kiss.
His hips settle between hers as she twines her legs around his, her own hips lifting into his as he guides his cock into her with long, slow thrusts. She whimpers, her heels digging into the back of his thighs, her teeth nipping his bottom lip, trying to encourage him, to get him to move fucking faster.
His elbows bracket her head, and he finally lifts his head, gazes at her with tenderness in his lust-darkened eyes. He props himself on one elbow and brushes her hair from her forehead, leans down to press his lips softly against hers. His hips continue to move in barely controlled thrusts, and he buries his fingers in her hair, deepens the kiss.
Her arms wrap around his neck, and she holds him to her, moans at the seductive slide of his tongue against hers, his hand traveling down her side, tripping over her ribs before finding her ass. He shifts to his knees, his grip on her ass tightening, holding her to him as his movements finally quicken.
Her hands fall to the bed, fingers curling into the sheet beneath her, hips lifting into his quickening thrusts.
"Oh God," she gasps when he grips her hips with both hands, holding her as he pounds deep into her, pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm unfurls slowly, has her arching, her head falling back to the mattress as she trembles and clenches around him.
Rick adjusts again, covering her body with his, and she curls an arm around his neck, brings his mouth to hers as his hips renew their short, rough thrusts.
She didn't think she had anything left, but she gasps into his mouth, locks her ankles at his ass, meets each of his thrusts with her own as pleasure rushes through her. He tears his mouth from hers with a groan, buries his cock deep as his climax overtakes him.
"Oh my God," he groans, his mouth at her neck, one hand curling around her thigh, still wrapped high around his hip. "I can't move."
She laughs and sifts her fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, turns her head to press her lips against his temple. "Fine with me."
After a few moments he grunts and pushes himself off her, finds her hand between them and laces his fingers through hers. "So," he says, his voice still rough, "what do you want to do tonight?"
She huffs out a laugh and squeezes his hand before getting up. "We do have to pack," she reminds him as she heads to the bathroom. He's sitting up with a mug in his hands when she emerges, and she grabs her mug from the tray, takes a long drink of her now-lukewarm coffee. She leans over and brushes a kiss to his mouth. "But maybe we can go to the pool again?"
He grins and leans in for another kiss, cups the back of her neck to keep her from moving away. When he finally pulls back, the corner of his mouth quirks. "Sounds like a plan," he husks.
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
A quiet knock on the door precedes it opening, and she manages to tear her gaze away from the tiny bundle in her arms, smiles when her husband steps into the room.
"Hey," she says in little more than a whisper, careful not to wake their sleeping son.
Rick takes his place in the chair next to her bed, and he leans over, brushes a kiss to her forehead. "Hi," he rasps, cupping the back of their son's head. "You feeling okay?"
She nods and shifts over, making more room on the bed in an invitation for him to join her. He does, and she leans her cheek on his shoulder, her lips lifting in a tired, satisfied smile. "I'm perfect, Rick," she whispers. "Everything's perfect."
-FIN-