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“Sure it is,” I tell her, reaching for Clarice’s hand. “We’re all out here together, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” she gripes. “But I’m hungry, and nothing’s happening, so we might as well go in.”
Clarice raises an eyebrow at her and she rephrases it as a question, without the sassy tone. As we paddle in, I catch Clarice’s furrowed brow and her eyes are troubled as we lean our boards against the fence.
After a lot of conversations, we compromised on making a small swathe of her beach private, so there’s a narrow strip that’s just for us, with a row of palm trees on one side and the jetty separating our house from the condos on the other. It’s mostly a private beach in name only, since Ava’s friends are always running around on the sand with her, and we always have barbecues for our neighbors and friends. But we can stay awayfrom the crowds and still have a perfect view of the newly rebuilt bandshell when there’s a concert.
Before we get inside, Clarice tucks her hand in mine, the look of uncharacteristic worry still etched onto her face. My stomach clenches. Is something wrong? Is our life not as perfect as I imagined? Have I missed something important?
“Ava, why don’t you run to Kelly’s and get breakfast tacos?” she suggests.
Ava jumps up and down at the treat and hurries inside to grab Clarice’s purse. She returns with shorts and flip flops on and Clarice gives her some cash, then grips her phone in her hand as Ava skips down the short block to the bakery.
“Is something wrong?” I ask. “Who are you texting?”
She leans against the bamboo wall that surrounds our big patio where we eat most of our meals when the weather is nice. “I’m messaging Kelly to keep Ava there for a few minutes so I can tell you something.”
My stomach twists in a tighter knot and I stand in front of her, but her chin is on her chest. I tip it up, one hand on the wall beside her, and look beseechingly into her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
She shakes her head and tears glisten in her eyes. “I’m not sure that anything is wrong, but when you said our life is perfect just the way it is…”
“It is,” I say. “Why is that upsetting you?”
“I work while Ava’s in school, and then pick her up. You get home shortly after and we do family things…”
“I’m not seeing a problem.”
“What if… what if something changed that little rhythm we have?”
I lay my palm on the side of her cheek. “You’re scaring the hell out of me.” I’m desperate to make her smile. “Do you need a spanking for that?”
Her cheeks turn red, even after all these years. Years of exploring each other, building this life together. She grabs my shoulders and kisses me deeply.
“I’m pregnant,” she says, pulling away, her eyes searching mine for any hint of anything other than pure joy.
She’s not going to find it because I’m thrilled. And relieved. I sweep her into my arms and turn us in circles until we’re dizzy. I set her down and she leans against the wall, breathless with giggles.
“You really do need a spanking if you thought for one second this news wouldn’t make our lives more perfect,” I tell her, kissing her again until she melts against me.
Her arms tighten around my waist and she sighs when I begin kissing down her neck to her bare shoulder, already pushing her bathing suit out of the way.
“Wait,” she breathes, pushing me away and grabbing her phone. “Let me ask Kelly to stall Ava some more.” She stares at her phone until she gets a reply. “Okay, we have ten minutes.”
I rest my hand against her still flat belly. “No more surfing.”
She holds her hand over mine. “Don’t be silly. I’ll be careful. You know I went out until I was tipping over too much when I was pregnant with Ava.”
I forget to argue when she guides my hand between her thighs. I press her against the wall as I nudge aside her bathing suit to sink my fingers into her wet heat. I will never get tired of my wife’s body, of making her tremble with my touch.
“I need to see your tits,” I tell her. “Show me your beautiful body.”
She moans as I find her clit and undoes the top of her suit, shoving it down so each ripe globe bounces free. I lean down to take one in my mouth, dragging my teeth across her nipples.I want to savor every inch of her, but there’s a ticking clock hanging over my head.
Her legs are already shaking as I work her swollen clit, easing my fingers in and out of her. She grabs my hard cock through my trunks, and with a feral noise, rips them open to curl her hand around my shaft.
“How do you do this to me?” she says, pushing her body against mine. “Make me so wild in just seconds. With just a look.”
“You know how.”
