I rolled my eyes at Colt, who still had a smile on his face.
We hung out at the house for the rest of the afternoon until we had to go to Colt’s mothers for dinner. It was always the same family atmosphere on Sunday’s. Thankfully, Conner decided to only grant us with his presence. We ended up staying over there until it was close to midnight.
By the time that Colt and I got Noah to bed I was exhausted. My gorgeous husband had other intentions. For some reason the house had been hot when we got home. I stripped down to my bra and panties and sprawled across the bed on my back, letting the ceiling fan cool off me and my giant belly.
Colt never took his eyes off of me as he unbuckled his belt and jeans and walked out of them. His strong arms pulled his shirt away from his muscular body. I watched his arm flex where the mustang tattoo sat and I bit down on my lip.
In only his boxers my sexy ass husband came crawling across the bed toward me. Now, I have to say that my choice of bra and panties were not what I would have called sexy. Aside from not being able to see past my stomach, I didn’t really wear a lot of sexy underwear to bed. I needed to be as comfortable as possible. Colt was already having to compete with my pregnancy pillow Miranda had got me. I loved that thing, but Colt said it was a CB pillow, because it always blocked him from getting any.
I heard a low grumble as he positioned himself between my legs and pressed his lips on my belly. In retrospect, I knew I wasn’t that large. I had gained fifteen pounds and it was all in my stomach. People told me every day they couldn’t tell I was pregnant from the back.
I still had about three months to go and knew my belly would soon double in size. I tried to eat right, but I always had thoughts of not being able to turn my husband on when my weight got too high. So, as Colt’s hands slowly removed my granny panties, and I heard the low groan coming from his chest, I knew that he wasn’t going to let me rest until he got some much needed attention.
“Are you hot Darlin’?”
His hands traced over my sex and I gasped at how good it felt. “Yes, plus I didn’t shave my legs today.” I was getting lazy, I knew it.
In one swift pull, I was in Colt’s arms being carried to the bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the sink and walked over to the shower, grabbing shaving cream and a razor.
“Holy Shit! Babe, what are you doing?”
Colt ignored me, getting down on his knees and wetting my legs with a rag, before putting shaving cream on the leg he propped on his shoulder. “Trust me Darlin’. I’ll never hurt you.” He kissed my foot and started spreading the cream evenly.
I gasped when I felt the razor gliding across my skin. Colt took his time licking his lips and even took quick glances at my naked crotch. It used to make me feel uncomfortable, but everything that man did now made me horny. Maybe it was my hormones, but I couldn’t get enough of him. In fact, there were times when I was home alone and had to call him, because just thinking about him naked made me wet for him.
Colt finished with one of my legs before repeating the process on the other one. I had to admit, it felt good, after I got over the initial shock of what he was doing. It tickled, especially when he got to my inner thighs and let his hands linger there. When he finished with the second leg, he used a washrag to wipe off the excess shaving cream. He glided the warm rag up and down my thighs, making sure I felt it through my whole body.
As the rag went flying back into the sink, I felt my legs being lifted as my body was shifted to be lying on the cold marble vanity top. He put his finger up to his lips when I started to say something. I felt the back of his hand rubbing me between my legs, before he began to spread the shaving cream all over my sex.
This was hot!
It was so hot that the fear of being cut was long gone. What replaced it was a sudden heat covering all of my body. As Colt continued to spread the shaving cream, for obviously way longer than it should have taken, I watched my stomach rising and falling as my breathing increased. If I thought I was hot in the bedroom, well now I was burning up.
Colt’s naked body was now standing over me, staring at his task at hand, or in hand.
“You okay Darlin’?”
I saw the razor in his hand and all I could think about was him touching me again. The absence was killing me, making me pant for more. “Yes, I love you. Please don’t stop.”
Colt spread my legs as he slowly began shaving where I could no longer see. I did a good job keeping myself hairless and had made an appointment for a waxing, unfortunately for the salon, Colt had other hair removing plans.
I could feel him moving my skin around, as well as feel every single glide of the razor against my skin. Colt used his hands to test and make sure he hadn’t missed any spots. He turned on the faucet and filled the rag with fresh water before placing it between my legs to removed the shaving cream. Every swipe of that rag made my body buck.