Dalia turns around in surprise, pinning the back of her dress shut with her hands. “What are you doing in here? It's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony.” She sniffles, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, and wiping her eyes.
“What's wrong, Baby?” I ask. “Today isn't a day for sad tears, and those look like sad tears.” Taking her face in my hands, I run my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the black streaks.
She lifts her hands to my wrists and holds them tight. “It's just my hormones.” She tries to smile, but I know her well enough to see right through her fake smile. “I'm just having trouble getting the buttons.”
My eyes scan behind her, and I see the floor length mirror. Dalia looks back over her shoulder at herself in the mirror. “Ugh, I don't want to look anymore.”
“Baby, don't,” I say, pulling her in close. “You look so beautiful. You know that, right? I don't think you've ever been more gorgeous than you are right now.”
“Yeah, right. You're just saying that because I'm as huge as a cow. I can't even button my dress by myself.” Pushing off my chest, she holds out her arms. “I mean look at me.” Her eyes draw down her front, then back up to mine.
“I am looking at you, I haven't stopped, and I never will.” Closing the gap between us with a small step, I cup her stomach. “There's nothing more beautiful than seeing you carrying our child.”
“Really?” she asks, her eyes red and puffy, and shiny like glass.
“Really,” I say with confidence. There's no falsity to my tone. I'm not lying to her or just telling her what she wants to hear to make her stop crying.
I mean every word.
“I love you, Dalia, and I'll never stop loving you.”
Her head tilts a hair as she licks her lips, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth between her teeth. Her lashes are thick, long, and sweeping across her eyes like a wave. There's a rose colored glow to her skin, and it's fucking gorgeous.
I love her belly. That bump is mine. That bump is our baby. And just seeing it drives me fucking crazy.
Growling, I grab her face, digging my fingers into the base of her neck, and I kiss her. I kiss her like she's my everything. Because that's exactly what she is. She is my world.
Her lips part easily, giving my tongue full access. Our kiss is a tangled web of lust, need, and love. My hands sweep down her back, tracing every dip and curve. Her skin is soft and smooth.
She shivers with my touch, drawing out a soft moan as she folds into my arms. Her dress is still open, so I slip it down her arms, and it falls to the floor in a white puddle around her ankles.
Holding her hand, I help her step out of the dress. I take a step back to look at her, to truly look at her and I'm left speechless.
This beautiful goddess standing before me is mine. She's all mine.
“Wow,” I say, as I look her up and down.
Her breasts are full and swollen, her stomach is boldly round, her hourglass shape now enhanced by the beauty of our child.
Dalia giggles, coyly looking to the floor as her cheeks redden. Stalking forward, I grip her hips and back her up to the bed. Her legs hit the mattress, and she plops down with a gentle bounce.
“You know we're getting married in an hour, right?”
“And you know I'm never letting you go, right?”
“I know that.”
Pressing her back, I roll her onto her side and climb up behind her. Kissing the back of her neck, she giggles softly with a sexy little coo. It's her sweet spot, the one I know drives her wild.
Her back arches into me, ass pressing against my bulging erection. My hand follows the curve of her body, moving down her ribs and over her ass, dipping between her legs. Her pussy is wet, soaked, and she rolls her hips the second I hit her clit.
“You're so fucking wet,” I say, whispering the words into her ear.
“You make me wet.” Wrapping her arm around my neck, she twists to look up at me. “You turn me on, this is all you.”
“I fucking love that.” Running my finger up and down, I spread her juice all over her clit. “Making you this wet is what I live for.”
Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my cock out. I'm painfully hard, my crown glistening in precum as I grab my shaft and rub it up and down her ass.
Dalia reaches back, taking my cock in her hands, and stroking from tip to base. She moves back up, making my stomach clench and balls tingle. Up and down, up and down, she squeezes my head each time she hits the ridge.
Peering up at me, she bites the inside of her cheek as her lids lower. “You want to be in there?” she asks, teasing my dick at her entrance.
“You know I do,” I say, jerking my hips so my cock bumps her pussy.
Dalia guides my dick to her entrance and pushes the tip inside. Rolling her ass, her hips kick back and my cock glides easily inside. Her pussy clenches down, holding me tight, and as I pull back, I can feel her body not wanting to let me go.Moving my hips, I thrust slowly, but with no intention other than to make my woman scream. In and out, in and out, I slam my cock deep inside her. Her ass jiggles with each thrust, and I fucking love it.
Wrapping my arm around her belly, I pull her as close as I can to my chest. I don't want to fuck her, I want to make love to her. I want her to feel how beautiful she is, to know that being inside her is my pleasure, but
