Loving Lily(22)

Gazing at her with pure adulation, I smirked, giving her a look that made her blush. “Don’t blush like that, Lily, ‘cause my cock won’t ever go down if you keep blushing that way.”

She glared at me, reprimanding. “Oh shush. No sex, remember? Doctor’s orders.”

Oh fuck!

“Shit! I totally forgot about that for a second.”

“I’m sure you did.”

“I so fucking did. What the hell!” My dick needed to go down, or I would be in big trouble. Besides, jerking off in the shower was not a feasible option when I had a wife I couldn’t take my eyes off of. “Distract me, babe. Talk to me about something else, please.”

She was laughing at me; I couldn’t believe it. Her small laughs turned into a string of hiccupping, deep bellied ones that made me only more frustrated that I couldn’t feast on her on this table like we used to.

“Jesus, Drake, you’re going to suffer, aren’t you?” Her eyes twinkled of mischief, as if the wheels in her brain just started turning, wickedly concocting how to prolong my suffering.

“Nice of you to point that out. Well, unless you offer to remedy it, I’ll suffer for a while.” One could dream, I supposed.

“Not happening tonight,” she said, giving me a stern look. “Pregnant woman here, too tired to move.”

I was sure she was worn out by too much resting. From where I was sitting, she looked too good to be drained of energy. I could already see her using that as an excuse for everything.

“This better not be your go-to line whenever you’re trying to ditch your wifely duties.”

She audaciously winked at me before taking a small bite of a cherry tomato. “I’m going to milk this opportunity, and you know it.”

“We shall see, dear wife. We shall see,” I murmured at her, challenging and teasing at the same time.

We could turn this into a wicked game that could turn into something that had a gratifying outcome. That surely would sweeten the deal, wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t mind the sufferance as long as she delivered the bargain in the end.

Our night was spent quietly in the safe confines of our bedroom. Lily opted to continue her reading, looking cozy with Skull on her lap on the chaise lounge, while I sat across from her on the sofa, working on my laptop. It was moments like these that I loved about our marriage—the quiet solitude that was shared between us that could go on for hours, focusing with our minds on the tasks at hand, yet our hearts remained in touch with each other. I hated being a sentimental fool, but fuck, those moments didn’t come often in my relationships before Lily. Though she had similar traits to my exes—the neediness and all that jazz—she also had her limits. She knew how to value herself, and she also knew when to stop and make me work hard for it.

I must admit, the times she made me work hard for it only got me even more determined to get back in her good graces. Sometimes, it was good to remind men they had to strive and to keep on striving, even though they had the woman of their dreams. Men loved to be challenged, to be provoked and stimulated. As much as we loved to be aroused and rock hard by the sight of our women, it was a double threat when a woman could rouse our minds. It simply gave that extra boost, that extra kick we all enjoyed so much, that smell of challenge, the chase of wanting to capture her once more and the sweet taste of success at seeing her beg and submit to her man, , loving her man the way he loved to be treated. That was the high I got from Lily and our marriage. It was hard to top that with anything else, because not a lot of women could stir me.

It wasn’t such a hardship to understand that I wouldn’t want for anything when it came to relationships and my kind of marriage with Lily. Not only did we have equality, but when it came to certain things, she knew when to be subdued and when to bring out her prowess. She knew when to fight back or when to submit. We were a perfect match, and I had never been so completely happy nor satisfied in my life. People would never comprehend why I had settled so young when there was still a lot of women to sample.

I admit that there was a point in the beginning when I was contemplating, but thinking back, I was glad I hadn’t strayed. I could imagine what might have gone down if I didn’t follow my gut instinct. Another man could tell when there was wife material in a woman, and Lily would have been snapped up by that man named Jared. What would I have had then? More women to sample? I thought not. Sometimes, a person should know when they’d had enough fun. I’d had my fair share, and never a day went by that I was not grateful I had that out of my system.

Gazing across at my partner, my chest constricted at the sight. When my eyes dropped to her stomach, I felt something funny inside me. My wife and growing baby, I thought smiling, feeling blessed for having a family. Someday soon, we would officially be parents.