know what emotion is coming next. I blink back the tears and pray that I don’t lose it right now.
He walks over and grabs my hand, pulling me into the bathroom. He turns on the water in the bathtub and tosses my favorite bath salts in, the lavender scent filling the room. I don’t even question how he knew I liked it. He’s surprised me a few times this week with different things.
He lays a towel out and comes over to me. “You’re exhausted. Take a bath, rest up. I’m going to go shower and lock up the house.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He kisses the top of my head and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Nervousness fills me and I have a good talk with myself. I am going to refrain from sex. Right now, it will only complicate things.
I bathe quickly, thinking I want to be in bed before he gets there. I dress quickly and climb into bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.
Terry
I sit down in the chair across the room. I’m angled so I have a perfect view of her face. She’s already kicked off the blanket and her curvy body is covered head to toe in her pajamas. I know what she’s thinking. She’s hiding from me. But what she doesn’t know is that even fully dressed, I can still remember exactly what she looks like. Her curvy body is forever engrained on my mind. I dream about it. About her, and my cock buried deep in her hot channel.
She’s like an addicting drug. I’ve had her once and damn, but I’m jonesing for her. She’s all I think about and I won’t stop until I have her… body, heart and soul.
She rolls onto her back and her shirt raises, showing me just the briefest glimpse of the creamy white skin of her belly. I grab on to my hard dick and stroke it, once, twice before I release it and squeeze my hands onto my knees. I could jerk off right here, right now and she’d never know it. But I don’t want that. I don’t want to come until I’m seated so deep inside her that she doesn’t know where she starts and I end.
I climb into my side of the bed and watch her sleep. I try to fight it, but I can’t. I made a promise to her and I plan to keep it, but damn, it’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I reach for her and pull her body over to mine. She snuggles into me and it’s only when our legs are intertwined and her hand is in mine that I’m able to succumb to sleep.
7
April
5 Months Later
I’m a beached whale. Hell, I’m bigger than a beached whale. I reach in the top cabinet, trying to grab the plates and my stomach won’t let me. I turn to the side, I turn every which way, and I just can’t grab it.
Terry comes up behind me and presses the front of his body to the back of mine to bring down two plates. With his body pressed against mine, I hold my breath, afraid that any movement on my part will make him pull away.
He sets the plates on the counter and his hands go to my hips. I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping. His grip tightens before he releases me and steps back.
He’s completely unaffected while my heart is racing like I just ran a marathon. He’s talking about something at work and although usually I love his stories, today I could completely care less.
I drop the plates on the table and tell him, “I’ll be back, go ahead and start without me.”
I walk, or I guess I should say waddle as quick as I can to the bedroom. I fall to the bed and I can’t stop the tears from rolling down my face.
Terry has been perfect. He’s the most attentive man I’ve ever met in my life. He’s constantly doing things for me… always worried about how I’m feeling and what I need. He cleans up after himself, and if he’s off work, he’s doing stuff around here to help me out. I honestly couldn’t ask for a better husband – well, except for the fact that he’s not attracted to me – that puts a little damper on it. Every night we fall