“God, Greg.  You can’t go all Beast mode on me when you know there isn’t anything we can do about it for hours!  Hours, Greg.  My hormones are going insane right now.”

“Someone isn’t being very patient.”  I can feel his lips tipping up against my neck before he presses small, hot kisses against my skin.  “Does my woman want my dick?  Huh?  Do you want me to take it slow, letting each one of my piercings rub against you, rub inside of that wet pussy until it hits that spot that always makes you fly through the roof?  Hmm?”  His lips keep kissing.  Tiny, wet, closed-mouth kisses against my shoulder and neck.  With each word he speaks, I feel as if my body were being set on fire.  My clit is throbbing against my soaked panties.  “Or do you want me to take you hard, letting my balls slap against that perfect ass of yours?”

When his hands snake around my body and roughly squeeze my cheeks, I swear I come.  Right then and there, with just his words, I feel the waves of my orgasm crashing over me.  His head shoots up and his eyes question, but the cocky smile on his face tells me that he knows exactly what his words caused.

“Or maybe we should just pour some tea and talk?”

Arrogant jerk.

I playfully smack his chest before I drop my forehead to his chest.  Yeah, those pregnancy hormones I mentioned also turn me into a complete basket case.  I don’t do embarrassed, but with flushed cheeks and desire still racing through my veins, I start bawling.  Not cute tears and soft sniffles.  No, these are body-shaking, breath-gasping, puffy-face, and snotty-nose emotions.

“Hey, what the hell, baby?”  His hands cup my cheeks and bring my head up so that my eyes meet his.  “Melissa?  What’s this all about?”

“I’m… so sor—sorry.”  I hiccup. 

“Why on earth are you apologizing?”

I can tell he’s worried.  His eyes are almost panicked from trying to figure out what set his crazy, hormonal wife off this time.  He pulls me away just far enough so that he can look down my body and check for some visible reason for me to be losing my mind.

“I wah-wah-was hoping yo-you would take me.”

His thumbs wipe my tears away, the worried look still very much present.  “Take you where, Beauty?”

“Tay-tay-take me… on the car!” I wail.  Oh, God.  He’s going to think I’m some sexy-crazed loon.

With wide eyes, I watch the fear bleed from his face and his cocky smile returns.  “You need me, Beauty?”  That voice.  That full-on Beast-mode voice.  That is exactly what makes me go from zero to ready to be taken hard.

“Every second…of every day.”

His smile grows at my words, and then his lips press roughly against mine and his arms wrap around my body, pulling me as close as he can without pushing too hard against my belly.

Just like always, he knows how to deliver every promise to come in just one kiss.  A kiss that is so powerful and all-consuming that I’m climbing right back up that peak and about to tumble over into another orgasm.

“Ew!  Daddy!  Mommy is touching your butt!”

I groan against Greg’s lips when Cohen’s voice comes from the doorway to the house.  I pull my lips away, give Greg a heated look, and then step around my husband to wrap my arms around Cohen.

“Shh, C-Man.  He had ants in his pants, and I had to make sure I got them all.”

He giggles, kisses my cheek, and then presses two kisses against my stomach before running back into the house.  “Come on, Mommy!  We’re having sketty!”

Hours later, I am just coming down from my third orgasm in a row.  My body is slick with sweat, and my heart is still racing.  My toes may be permanently curled.

“I’m pretty sure I can’t move my legs.” 

Greg laughs from where he is lying—or more like collapsed—next to me.  “I’m pretty sure I can’t move anything.”

I turn to my side to relieve the pressure my growing belly is putting on my back. I look over at his profile.  His are eyes closed, hair wet with perspiration, and his chest is still moving rapidly.

“Thank you,” I whisper so softly I didn’t even think he would be able to hear me.

His eyes open and he turns towards me giving me all of his attention.  “For what?”

My cheeks heat briefly before I answer.  “For loving me.”

“Hey, that is one thing you never need to thank me for.  Beauty, do you even have a clue to how much I love you?”  He shifts, moving so that he can pull me against his side.  I rest my head against his chest while one of his hands wraps around my shoulders, holding me close and his hand resting against my belly.  “Melissa, I tell you daily—many times—how much I love you.  Knowing that you’re my wife, that the perfect little boy asleep down the hall is my son because of you, and these little angels are a gift our love made… Those are just some of the things you have given me that makes my life worth living.”  He pauses, removing his hand from my stomach long enough to lift my chin up so he can look into my eyes.  “You never need to thank me for loving you, Melissa.  You make it effortless.”