Chapter 37

B ack in our bungalow, Kendra sits on the edge of the bathtub in the en suite bathroom.

"Are you hungry at all?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "I'm still full from dinner. Feels so good to be able to eat more again." Those words are such a comfort. Now that we're in the second trimester, her appetite has been returning and the nausea is staving off. I was worried we would have to take extra measures to make sure she was getting the nutrients she needed.

"Ooh! Baby kicked!" she says, glancing up at me. I grin, loving her excitement. Soon I'll be able to feel those kicks too. Reaching into the shower, I turn the water on and let it warm up so we can wash the sand off our feet and bodies.

"Are you washing your hair tonight?"

"No, I'm leaving it."

I nod and turn a knob to redirect the water to the detachable shower head. I strip down and make a gruff noise as I take a seat in the shower on the tiled bench. My joints are killing me. The older I get, the more I feel the toll playing professional hockey has had on my body. After a day of travel and running around the beach, my knees are giving me a big fuck you . I shower the steamy water over my joints and sigh loudly. That's nice.

"You okay in there, old man?"

I chuckle at her dig. "Take your clothes off and get in here."

"Yes, Daddy."

Fuck yes. I know what that means. She's been struggling to lie on her back lately now that Bo is growing bigger. That's an easy fix.

Cocking my head to the side, I watch her strip through the glass shower door. So perfect. I'm growing harder with each article of clothing that falls at her feet. I groan when she unclasps her bra. Her eyes sparkle with mirth as she observes my reaction to her, then she tortures me with her slow striptease. When she opens the shower door and steps inside, I grab her hand and lead her in front of me. She leans down to kiss me, and I rest my palms on her sides, my thumbs rubbing circles on her hip bones, then land a strike on her ass. Her breath hitches and she pulls back, laughing, and I rub the sting away.

"What did I do to deserve a spanking?"

"Teasing me… but mostly because I wanted to." I want to smack her ass whether she deserves it or not; it's so pretty with my palm prints. She rolls her eyes, and I seal my mouth around one of her nipples, their color deeper than before. Her quiet hum sends more blood to my dick. She cradles my head to her, but I pop off and press a kiss between her breasts before moving to the other one. They're heavy, and those thoughts creep into my head again. Images of milk dripping from her tits to my cock. I learned this fetish I've developed is called a lactation kink.

I suck harder and she moans.

"Oh my god," she whispers. I glance up and love the dazed look in her eyes as she watches me. "Jesus, Sully… if you suck any harder you're going to end up with a mouthful of milk," she jokes. The thought turns me on even more, and I realize it's time to tell her about this lactation kink I've developed—I did some online research after my last fantasy about it. It was a relief to see I'm not the only dude out there getting off to their woman's breastmilk.

I release her nipple. "Would that be bad?"

She chuckles. "Huh?"

"Would you let me?"

Her eyes grow wider, and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she considers what I'm saying. She smirks, then takes my hands and brings them to her breasts, and I begin kneading them. "Does this turn you on, Sully?"

I swallow, feeling lightheaded that she's not disgusted by the thoughts I've been having. "Yeah."

"What do you think I'll taste like?"

I groan. "Like fucking candy, baby girl."

Her eyes glance down in time to see my dick flinch. She grins. "Yeah, you can taste me."

I freeze and stare at her. Is she serious? "Really?"

"It's—it's kinda hot…" She gives a nervous laugh. "Is that weird?"

Holy fuck, this woman. "Goddamn it, Kendra." I flatten my tongue and lick her nipple, relishing the gasp that escapes her. "No… You're incredible, you know that?"

I love that she's so open-minded about this need I have but can't believe she's willing to indulge and let me be a part of this when the time comes. There's nothing sexual about her breastfeeding our child, it's simply beautiful that she can provide life that way, but imagining breastmilk dripping down her body and me licking it up is a crazy turn-on.

Spinning her around, I pull her into my lap. I bite the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, and she hooks her palm behind my neck for support. Cupping under her knees, I massage the flesh. Her breathing increases the higher I go. Hooking her legs over each of mine, she's fully exposed. I could play with her for hours.

Withdrawing my hands from under her, I rest my palms on her hips, then slide them down to her calves and back up again, teasing her with my touch.

"You're such a sweet little thing," I growl in her ear. "Aren't you?"

She reaches down, grabs my quads, and holds on. The soft, desperate mewl is so fucking hot. Traveling between her legs again, I let my fingers explore and drag them up to the crease on each side of her inner thighs. I cup her there, and she twitches in my hands, all her muscles tensing.

I stop at the apex before kneading again. My fingertips become slick from her wetness, and her whimper is pathetic as her grip tightens on me.

My right hand parts her lips to brush her engorged clit. She's so coated in her arousal that I have to blink twice. I want it all over me, but this is about her.

God, she's adorable when she's like this. I'm pretty sure if I wanted her to come now, I could stuff her with two fingers, blow on her clit, and she'd explode. I pick up the showerhead and adjust the settings to misting.

"No, no, no," she whines. "I want to come."

"Aw, but it's so fun for me to watch you turn into my needy little girl." I slap her clit without warning, and her body writhes on my lap when she cries out the moniker I love.

"Good girl… Let Daddy have his fun."

I position the misting showerhead away from her clit, the tiny droplets giving her the tiniest bit of sensation. Her hips undulate as she seeks more. She exhales a shudder. The frustration building inside her. I bring it slightly closer, giving her a little more, and nudge her forward so she's sitting closer to my knees. Then I wrap my left arm around her and lay her back, exposing even more of her. I adjust the showerhead to a pulse and align it with her ass.

"Oh fuck," she sobs. Her legs part as she becomes more relaxed. Then I switch back to the mist, raining a light spray across her clit. I do a couple more rounds of this until she's grunting and wiggling all over my lap. She hoists herself to line her pussy up with my hard-as-hell cock.

After picking her up, I slowly lower her onto me, and she moans the entire way down until I'm settled inside her. Her calves are really shaking now.

"Better?"

"So fucking good…" She leans against me, and her petite hand snakes down to grip my balls, tugging on them. Damn . "You never said I couldn't play." The smile in her voice is so playful. Kendra is my kryptonite. Switching the showerhead back to pulsing, I bring it to the side of her thigh, less than an inch from her clit. "Oh my god," she whines, squeezing me so hard my eyebrows shoot up.

"Goddamn, you've got my dick in a vise."

She hums, trying not to rock back and forth.

Her shaking hands are so sexy, and the way she aches to be touched is beautiful. I set the showerhead to a powerful spray, running it up and down her legs. She mumbles something incoherent. Her sticky arousal pools at the base of my cock. So pretty.

"Mm-hm," I groan in agreement. Leaning back, I reach down and part her soaked lips, then bring the showerhead right where she craves it, sending the spray up and down her clit.

She tries to jackknife forward, but I throw an arm around her chest and haul her against me, keeping a palm at the base of her neck. "Hold still, baby. We're not done yet."

Her head rests on my shoulder as she looks at the ceiling and pants.

I cup her chin, angling myself and tilting her head to face me.

"There's my girl." My hand retreats slightly to increase the water pressure against her clit. Her brows push together as her pussy tightens. Her whole body shakes on my lap, and I grin wider as her face contorts into sweet relief. Still gripping her chin, I stroke her cheek with my thumb and force her to look me in the eye while she comes. She tries to get words out, but it's all jumbled. I nod, understanding that she's lost in pleasure. The way her pussy flutters is killing me. "Shhh, just like that. Damn it, Kendra, look at you… Absolutely stunning." I don't stop with the showerhead, and the overstimulation has her trying to bat my hands away.

"Almost, baby. Give your daddy one more…"

She twitches like mad until I feel the slow constriction of her pussy on me again. Here it comes… I press my lips to hers briefly before another orgasm barrels through her.

"That's it! Fuck, baby girl!" I praise, growling through gritted teeth as I try not to come with her. I pull the showerhead away and let her rest. Her chest heaves like she ran a marathon. "No question, you were made for me."

She nods, then climbs off my lap, leaving my cock covered in her. Damn, that looks good. Her legs wobble, and when her knees buckle, I reach out to steady her. "Whoa, easy. Just take a beat."

She shakes her head and drops down, spreading my legs wide, then taking me into her mouth. My mouth drops open.

Jesus Christ, this woman.

"Fucking hell," I groan. "Kendra."

The grasp she has around my cock is shaky, but her mouth is solid as she takes every inch. Those big gray eyes look up at me, and I shake my head in disbelief. "Unreal," I mumble, awed by the woman before me.

Her hand twists at the base as she hollows her cheeks and focuses all the suction on the tip. I roar as I all but lose it. She moans around me, and my palm finds the back of her neck where I set the pace for me to finish. I wrap my fingers over the fist she's made around my length and squeeze it three times.

"Look at me," I say.

Her gorgeous eyes find mine, and my breath gets lodged in my chest. The vision in front of me is ecstasy. This unbelievable woman who makes me feel things I never thought I could. With her belly round with my child and her mouth wrapped around my cock? She's everything I've been missing. Everything I've been waiting for but thought I'd never find.

"You're mine. Always," I tell her. "I promise."

Her eyes swell with tears, and I cradle her chin. The need to lock my lips on hers is strong, but I'm afraid what will happen if I don't come right now. I've been edging myself for way too long.

"Ready?" I ask her. She nods, and I cup her face and make eye contact. "Good girl." I drive inside her mouth, and my jaw drops as I surrender to the orgasm, shooting my cum down her throat. She swallows, and I bite my lip, groaning as I get the very last drop out.

Thank god I'm sitting, or I'd probably collapse. I find the strength to pull her into my lap and sink my fingers into her hair as I kiss her with everything I have.

"Forever, Kendra." I want her to know it wasn't an in-the-moment thing. There's no post-nut clarity bullshit. She's my everything… and I fucking love her.

She releases a small whimper. "Forever," she says, and I groan against her lips.