her. She doesn’t have to pretend to be anyone but who she is with me. Just like I don’t have to pretend with her.
Pulling my mouth from her nipple, I move to her other one. She once again arches into my touch. Moving my hand between our bodies, I rub and pinch her clit. While I want to take my time with her body, we don’t have a lot of time. The girls have the entire day planned out for her. She’ll need to get in the shower in the next few minutes. If it were up to me, I’d spend the day in bed with her, worshipping every single inch of her body.
Gwen’s body begins to tighten up around me. She’s quivering under my touch as I continue to rub and pinch her clit while sliding in and out of her body. Her moans are becoming louder as I feel her nails digging into my back. Our hands that are connected tighten as I feel the familiar tingling up my spine alerting me that I’m getting close to my own orgasm. My movements speed up as Gwen yells out.
“Tristan!” she yells, flying over the edge.
I immediately follow her as I begin to pound into her. Our bodies are covered in sweat as I slow my movements down before pulling out of her. Rolling to my side, I pull her into my arms and rub my hands up and down her back. Gwen brushes her finger tips up and down my chest as we each try to get our breathing under control. As soon as we can, I get out of bed and lift Gwen into my arms. She lays her head against my chest while wrapping her arms around my neck.
Turning on the water in the shower, I let it heat up before stepping in with her. Gwen slides down my body and I’m instantly hard once more. It’s always the case whenever my girl is anywhere near me. I’m not going to complain one bit about it though. We each shower and make our way back to the bedroom after drying off. Once we’re dressed, we head out to get breakfast before it’s all gone. The men staying at the clubhouse eat a ton of food and if you don’t get out there early, your shit out of luck.
Gwen and I load our plates with eggs, home fries, and sausage. Along with coffee for me and orange juice for Gwen. Coffee hasn’t been agreeing with her so she’s been sticking to juice, milk, or water. I make sure it’s always stocked and don’t let anyone else drink it. Unless it’s one of the babies. They always trump anyone in the clubhouse. It’s how it should be as far as I’m concerned. Gwen feels the same way and is always sharing her juice with the kids.
As we’re sitting down to eat, Sam comes into the kitchen. Gwen takes Carson in her arms. She smiles down at him as he gazes up at her with wonder in his eyes. My woman is going to be one of his favorites, I can already tell. Carson and Dylan both love their aunt Gwen, but Carson is the main one who wants her. Especially if he’s having a cranky day. Sam always picks on my girl about it.
Today, I’m looking at Gwen different. She looks so good holding a baby. I can’t wait for her to be holding our own children. No matter what Gwen thinks, she’s going to make an amazing mother. The love shinning from her eyes as she nuzzles Carson shows exactly what kind of mother she’ll be. One who loves with everything in her and gives her all to any children brought into this world.
“When you’re done eating, we got places to be and things to do,” Sam informs Gwen. “It’s your birthday bitch and you’re getting pampered.”
“Oh, I don’t need all that done,” Gwen states, her face blushing as she looks back down at the baby in her arms.
“Not happenin’, Sparrow. Today is all about you and you’re gonna get pampered and taken care of today,” I state, letting her know there’s no room for arguments right now.
She huffs her annoyance at me as I chuckle under my breath. Gwen is getting sassy with each passing day. Every time her confidence grows, her sassiness grows too. I love seeing her come out of her shell more and more. When she’s done eating, I grab her plate and take