“And sturdy.” He grinned. “I made sure the headboard wasn’t too close to the wall like in the trailer.”
“In a house this size it’s not like the boys will hear the headboard banging anyway.”
Then that sexy, heavy-lidded look darkened her eyes and his dick instantly went hard. “What?”
“Let’s break the mattress in.”
“Now?”
“Right now. Before we get too busy unloading boxes and we’re too tired later.”
“Damn, woman, I love how you think.” His lips teased hers as he undressed her. His hands mapped every naked curve, the heavy weight of her br**sts, the swell of her abdomen, and the curve of her ass, hips and thighs. Then he explored her with his mouth. Sucking her ni**les as he kneaded the flesh surrounding them. Since she’d nursed three babies she’d lost sensitivity in them, which was why he used his teeth.
Her soft gasp indicated she liked that a lot.
Carson kissed his way down that beautiful bump in her belly. He rubbed his razor-stubbled cheeks and jaw across the firm flesh, amazed as always that a new life had taken seed inside her. “You’re so damn sexy when you’re carryin’ my child.”
“I’m sure it increases my appeal that I’m also very horny when I’m pregnant.”
He chuckled against her belly button. “There is that too.” His hands circled her hips. “Sit and spread your legs for me. I want my mouth on you.” He dropped to his knees and inserted himself between her thighs. She had to lean back on her elbows so her belly didn’t block his access to that slice of heaven.
Her entire body twitched at the first long stroke of his tongue.
“Goddamn do I love the way you taste. Sweet and hot. Sticky. But when you’re pregnant, it’s a darker flavor.” He suckled her pu**y lips and dipped his tongue into her opening, lapping up all that sweet, rich juice. Pulling that soft, fragrant flesh open wider with his fingers, he licked and sucked every inch of her swollen sex. Nibbling on her clit. Licking her slit up and down in a light tease and then plunging his tongue in as deep as it’d go.
She came hard, those pu**y muscles spasming around his tongue while he rubbed her clit with the tip of his nose. That set off another orgasm and he slid his mouth up her hot and slick skin, fastening his mouth around her clit, lashing that pulsing nub with his tongue.
As Carolyn came down from back to back orgasms, he nuzzled the bottom of her belly and the tops of her thighs. He had to reach down and unbuckle his belt and unzip his Wranglers since the denim was strangling his cock.
She pushed upright, a dazed smile on her face. “How is it you seem to get better at that every time?”
“Lots of practice on you, sugar.”
She laughed. “Get nekkid, cowboy, and let’s mess up this new bed.”
“Yee-haw.”
After he shed his clothes, he bounced in the middle of the mattress. “Hey, it is springy.”
Carolyn crawled across his body. “You didn’t test it first?”
Greedily, he cupped those luscious swinging br**sts in his hands. “Nope. I just bought the top of the line model. And I don’t mind tellin’ you, I hope we wear this bed out fast.”
Her fingers circled his c**k and she swirled the tip around her pu**y, getting it wet with her juices before she filled herself with his hardness.
They groaned in unison.
She leaned as far forward as her belly allowed and locked her gaze to his. “Thank you for buying us a new bed, Carson. But I’d be happy sleeping on a sack of straw as long as it was with you.”
“That pretty much describes our old bed.” He pushed a long strand of hair over her shoulder. “Lots of good memories in that bed. And in that house.”
“You gonna miss it?”
“Some.”
“Me too.” She smiled that secret smile and started to move on him. “But I am looking forward to all the different places we can make memories in this house.”
“Good. ’Cause I was thinkin’ the next memory I’d like to have is bending you over the counter in our bathroom and f**kin’ you in front of the mirror.” He slapped her ass. “So get movin’ and ride me hard, sugar; time’s a’wastin’.”
A loud caw startled him out of the memory.
Carson shook himself, grabbed the pile of mail and headed inside.
They’d made a lot of changes to this house over the years. Kids had come and gone; now grandkids wreaked havoc whenever they came over. Carolyn loved the chaos. Since the moment they’d moved in, she’d said a house this size should be filled with kids. He’d done his best to make that dream come true for her, for both of them.
Now it was quiet most days. Never more so than in that moment he walked into Carolyn’s kitchen and noticed the baking goods she’d laid out the morning of her accident. Cocoa, sugar, flour, chocolate chips, a bag of wrapped caramels, and the dark pan she swore was the reason her brownies were always so good.
His gaze landed on the dishes in the sink. It’d drive the woman nuts if she knew they’d been sitting there stinking for three days. His steps faltered when he saw her coffee cup, half full, pink lipstick stain on the edge, sitting in the same spot in the kitchen where she read the paper and planned her day.
Why seeing that lone coffee cup hit him like a mule kick in the gut, he had no idea. Why he placed his lips over that lipstick mark, hoping for a taste of her when he downed her three-day old coffee, made no sense either, but he found himself doing it anyway.