Chapter 115: Taran

I've been trying to seduce my husband for almost fifteen full minutes without so much as a single hint that he's interested. I'm starting to think that the hit he took to the head injured more than his skull. He's never once hesitated when it comes to sex. Granted, he's almost always been the one to initiate things, but I didn't think it would be this difficult to catch his attention.
I try to calm the insecure part of me that asks if maybe he's not attracted to me when my body is heavy with the baby and my bellybutton has been missing for weeks now. Then the reasonable voice jumps in to assure me he's just tired. After all, retaking a city, taking revenge on his enemy, settling refugees and figuring out how to head off a potential nuclear meltdown might be preoccupying him.
I'm wearing nothing but one of his new shirts. It lands about mid-thigh on me and I've left the collar open to well below my breasts. I sit down at my new vanity table and brush my hair, pulling the thick red strands out straight and then letting them bounce back into smooth waves. He loves watching me brush my hair, and he enjoys touching it, running his fingers through the freshly untangled strands.
I twist around on my seat and glance back at where he's sprawled out on the bed, propped up against the headboard, long muscular legs spread in front of him. He's opened the buttons of his shirt and kicked his boots off next to the bed. His gaze is focused completely on the paperwork in front of him, detailed turn-of-the-century plans for a nuclear power plant. He's trying to learn as much as he can before going in to shut it down.
I sigh and drop my hairbrush on the vanity with a clatter. Diogo's eyebrow barely twitches and he doesn't look up. I'm not trying to be pouty or detract his attention from an extremely important project... oh wait, that's exactly what I'm doing. But damn it, I'm horny.
Pregnancy has pushed my hormones into overdrive. The excitement of the rebellion and the imminent threat of nuclear disaster had pushed those hormones to the back burner, but now that I'm settling in my new home and building a baby room, I'm feeling them again. I want sex when I wake up, I want it when I'm folding clothes and planning our meals. I even want it when I really, really shouldn't. Like when we have a house full of soldiers meeting with my husband.
I feel like I'll burst if I don't get some Diogo cock, right, fucking, now.
I push myself to my feet, going for graceful and sexy, but landing on ungainly and a little tippy. I clutch the vanity desk until I'm completely upright. Then I make my way over to Diogo, trying not to look too much like I'm waddling. I stop next to the bed where his leg is crooked over the edge and nudge his knee with mine.
He reaches out absently and grips my hand, running his thumb down the inside of my palm. Fire sizzles right through me at the contact of his skin on mine. Am I the only one that feels that instant and undeniable attraction from even this small touch? My nipples peak and I know I'm wet and ready for him.
He doesn't look up.
Alright then... drastic times call for drastic measures. I thank god that the only lighting in the room are the candles that Diogo lit for his reading. It's after dark and Diogo tries to preserve electricity produced by our generator as much as he can. I walk my fingers down the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one at a time. Not really trying to be sexy since he's not even watching, but going nice and slow in case he clues in.
Once my shirt, his shirt, is hanging open, I shrug it off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms, shivering at the contact as it brushes my over-sensitized skin. I stand proudly naked next to the bed, my newly full breasts jutting forward, the nipples peaked from the cool evening air. Finally, he looks up, his eyes lighting with surprise and pleasure as they take in my unexpected nudity.
"Taran, what are you...?" he trails off, his voice deepening before it drops away.
I smile at him and lift a knee onto the bed, then very carefully crawl over top of him. He's such a big man that I have to climb him like a mini mountain, careful not to stick a knee somewhere that might end this little interlude. Finally, he gets a clue, tosses his papers off the side of the bed and then wraps his big hands around my arms and helps ease the burden as I put the pressure of my pregnant body on my hands.
"Baby, you look so good," he murmurs his gaze taking in all the nudity climbing around on top of him. "So fucking beautiful."
I grin at him. He's saying exactly what I need to hear. It's not easy feeling attractive when your body goes haywire on you. But Diogo has assured me over and over that he loves the way I look, loves that I'm growing rounder and lusher by the day. Hopefully that includes the inevitable stretch marks.
I finally reach his head, take his face in my hands and lean low to whisper against his lips, "I need you, husband."
He groans and reaches for me, one arm wrapping around my neck and the other around my waist. He turns us, picking me up with his ridiculous strength and gently placing me on my back on the mattress. He covers me with his body, careful not to put too much weight on my middle.
"I've wanted nothing more than to take you and fuck you silly, little wife. You've been teasing and taunting me with this gorgeous body, but I knew you weren't doing it on purpose, knew I had to give you time to recover from the fire and everything else that's happened."
I wrap my arms around his neck and force his head down to mine. "Very noble, Warlord," I say huskily against his lips. "I think I'm done waiting."
"Me too," he growls against me and then takes my mouth in a heated kiss.
Every particle in my body surges to the surface, clambering for him. I moan in protest when he breaks our kiss to trail his lips down my body. His face is rough with a few days grown of whiskers and the sensation of scraping along my skin nearly drives me crazy. I moan again and squirm as he plays gently with my breasts, taking each nipple deep into his mouth and lavishing it with attention.
The breath catches in my lungs then huffs out impatiently. I'm growing wetter and wetter by the second. If he doesn't continue his journey downwards, I may have to disgrace myself by begging for that most intimate kiss that he's teasing me with.
He lingers over my swollen belly, trailing wet kisses across it as he continues his torturous path lower. When he finally reaches my pussy, I nearly scream out at the first touch of his tongue lapping through my folds. It has been six long weeks since we were last together as husband and wife. And now I want nothing more than to make up for lost time.
He licks and sucks until I'm grabbing the blankets beneath me and crying out in a long continuous wail. My legs are shaking and my knuckles hurt from gripping so hard. Finally, that sweet, wonderful, crazy rush of orgasm washes through me. I keen my pleasure for the world to hear, any sense of time or space gone as I float with the best feeling in the world.
I barely notice as Diogo lifts me and turns me over onto my hands and knees. I twist around to look at him, watch as he quickly drags his clothes off his body. I giggle when he throws them around the bedroom, a sock landing on top of my vanity mirror. He climbs onto the bed behind me and I suck my breath in, waiting for that breathtaking full sensation when he finally enters me; the sweet pinch as my body stretches to accept his length.
He's so tall as he kneels behind me that he has to drag my legs up his thighs before he can thrust into me. I squeal, my body stretching to accommodate him. It's definitely been awhile, my passage has become more snug over the past weeks.
He runs a broad hand over my ass and up my back. "Okay, baby?" he asks. I can hear the strain in his voice as he holds himself still, waiting for my body to accept him.
"Wonderful," I reply with a grin.
And I mean it. I haven't felt this good in months. Every part of me is lit up with pleasure as happy hormones rush through me.
"Good," he grunts.
Then he retreats and thrusts back in. I gasp at the sensations engulfing me and press myself back onto him. I lay my front down on the bed, easing the pressure on my arms and sticking my ass up even further. He runs his hands all over me as I lay beneath him taking his cock and basking in the warm glow of another orgasm building inside me.
He takes his time, helping me build toward another incredible crest. I'm amazed at his ability to hold his own orgasm back. The husband I'd become used to was anything but gentle. Yet, he's giving me time, flowing with my body's needs instead of dominating me and forcing my orgasm.
"Diogo!" I cry out as I come again, a rush of exquisite sensation bolting through me, then softening into an amazing afterglow.
He follows me over the edge this time, his motions becoming jerkier with each thrust, though he continues to hold me gently, easing in and out, prolonging his own pleasure. Finally, he pushes in one last time, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he grunts his release. I feel the heated wetness of his seed bathing me.
He eases out and helps me lay on my side, then curls around me, his big body blanketing mine in a protective curve.
"How are you, baby, I didn't hurt you?" he asks huskily in my ear, kissing the sensitive spot behind it.
I shake my head and tilt my chin so he can see the grin stretching my lips. "I've never felt better."
He kisses me, lingering against my mouth, our breaths mingling for a moment. Then he drags the blanket up our bodies, tucking it around and between us. He holds me as I drift peacefully into sleep, my last thought that I want to capture this moment and hold onto it forever.