Page 62 of In His World

“I don’t want to poke the lil nigga in the forehead or something.”

“Are you serious?!” I smacked him in the head, falling out laughing as I headed to the bathroom.

“What, Si?” He asked, trailing behind me into the bathroom.

“You are not going to poke the baby in the head!”

Turning the shower water on, I dropped my robe then got inside. Steam gathered quickly around the stone walls while warm water rolled down my skin in slow streams.

“Are you horny Mrs. Stone?”

“Gone, baby. I don’t want you in here if you’re gonna tease me.”

“You sure?” He asked.

Kier stepped fully beneath the water behind me, his chest warm against my back while droplets slid down the muscles of his stomach.

My nipples perked up when he planted a kiss on my shoulder. I felt his member poking my thigh while it hardened and rose.

”I love you,” he whispered into my ear, gently taking my earlobe into his mouth.

Lifting me from the ground, Kier pressed my back against the stone. The cold stone shocked my skin briefly before Kier’s body covered mine completely. His forearms tightened beneath my thighs while water sprayed across both of us from overhead.

We both froze for half a second after he entered me, adjusting to the feeling slowly. Kier dropped his forehead against mine while my fingers tightened around his shoulders instinctively.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth while his grip flexed tighter around me.

“You still worried about the baby?” I teased him while he stroked me slowly.

“He’ll be aight.”

Kier sank his teeth into my shoulders while stroking me into oblivion. My fingers dug deeper into his shoulders while my body trembled against his.

I glanced down between us briefly. My stomach fluttered at the sight of Kier holding me so carefully while our child rested safely between everything we’d become.

Water slid down Kier’s back while his pace slowed, every stroke deliberate enough to make me feel it everywhere.

In and out.

Slower.

Deeper.

Kier held me in place, kissing me deeply as I pulsated around him.

“I love you, too.” I finally replied, looking into his eyes.

He traced his tongue to my breasts as he gently placed me back on the shower floor. Kier turned me around, entering me from behind. Steam thickened around us while water rolled down the wall beneath my palms, making everything feel slippery and overheated all at once. Every stroke elicited another strained whimper from my throat while Kier’s grip tightened possessively against my hips.

Making love in Jamaica with my husband looking at me like I was still his favorite impulse, I realized something else too. I would choose him all over again. I stopped trying to be In His World once I realized I was his world.

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