Part Three of New Year's Resolution

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

If you missed Part I and Part II

Warning:

Adult Content. For Adults 18 years and older.

“How long have you known?” Cayley asked only to feel Bryce go still behind her.

“Known what?” he drawled, pressing a kiss against the top of her head as he gently caressed her belly in a soothing motion as whatever he gave her started making it possible to breathe again without feeling like she was about to die.

For a moment, she considered telling him, but…

“Nothing,” Cayley murmured softly, closing her eyes on a soft sigh as she lost herself to her husband’s touch and the spray of hot water making everything better.

“Better?” Bryce asked, pressing another kiss against the top of her head as he continued gently caressing her belly.

“Mmmhmm,” Cayley said, placing her hands over his as she debated how she wanted to do this.

An over-the-top pregnancy announcement, a romantic dinner, or…

“I have something to tell you,” Cayley said, allowing herself another moment of her husband’s soothing touch before she placed her hands over his.

“Do you, now?” Bryce asked as she pushed his hands aside and climbed off his lap so that she could turn around and climb back onto his lap and face him.

“I do,” she said with a nod and a heartfelt sigh as he placed his hands on her thighs.

“Are you going to tell me or make me work for it?” Bryce asked as his gaze dropped to his hands and watched as they slowly made their way up her thighs and over her hips.

“Oh, definitely work for it,” Cayley said, nodding solemnly as she reached up and grabbed the bottle of body wash off the shelf.

“I suppose I could do that,” Bryce said, running his fingertips back down her hips and over her thighs only to go still when she held the bottle of body wash out to him and gave it a pointed wiggle that had his lips twitching.

“I like to be worshipped,” Cayley reminded him as she gestured for him to get on with it.

“And what can I do to make you feel worshipped?” Bryce asked, throwing her a questioning look as he squirted body wash into his hand.

“I’m glad you asked,” Cayley said with a heartfelt sigh and a solemn nod. “First, I’m going to need you to see to my every need.”

“That does sound reasonable,” Bryce murmured as he placed the bottle on the floor.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Cayley murmured absently as she watched him rub his hands together before reaching up and-

God, that felt good, she thought, closing her eyes and dropped her head back on a soft sigh as Bryce ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms.

“That good?” Bryce murmured as she felt his lips press against her throat.

“God, yes,” Cayley whispered as Bryce ran his hands back up her arms and gently massaged her shoulders.

“What else?” Bryce asked softly against her throat as he ran his hands down her back.

“I’m afraid that I have a lot of needs that are going to need to be met first,” Cayley admitted as Bryce took his time kissing a path down her throat as his hands moved over her back.

“I see,” Bryce murmured, pausing to softly groan against her throat as his hands moved down her back, “I remember you mentioning something about being high maintenance.”

“I like to make sure that people are well-informed so that they know what they’re getting into,” Cayley said on a soft moan when his hands made their way down to her bottom and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“That’s very considerate of you,” Bryce said, kissing his way back up her throat as he gave her bottom another squeeze that had her shifting on his lap and-

“Christ, I missed this,” Bryce said on a groan as he kissed her chin before his lips met hers and she couldn’t help but moan in agreement.

After they got back from the honeymoon that they agreed never to speak of again, they’d managed to make love all night. She fell asleep in his arms only to end up waking up in the middle of the night and decided to become better acquainted with the toilet. Since then, they had to resign themselves to stolen kisses and the occasional snuggle thanks to the nausea that had been slowly destroying her will to live, but now that whatever he gave her seemed to be working…

“How much?” Cayley asked, placing her hands on his shoulders as she shifted to get more comfortable only to tear a groan from her incredibly sexy husband when the move caused her to brush against the part of him that she really missed.

“What will I get if I tell you?” Bryce asked, gently squeezing her bottom before using his hold to pull her closer and made it really difficult to think straight.

“To keep touching me,” Cayley said, dropping her hands away so that she could reach down and grab the bottle of body wash.

“What else?” Bryce asked as she squeezed body wash into her palm before placing the bottle down on the tiled floor and-

“Oh, fuck…” Bryce groaned loudly when she wrapped her body wash-coated hand around the hard, thick part of him that was straining between his legs.

“I’ll keep touching you.”

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She was fucking killing him, Bryce thought, struggling to think straight while the small woman that he couldn’t live without took her time running her hand over him.

God, that felt so fucking good…

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, struggling to bite back another groan as she stroked him from the root to the tip before giving it a gentle squeeze that had his balls pulling up tight.

“Mmmhmmm,” Cayley murmured as she continued running her hand over him.

“Should we get back to your needs?” Bryce asked, giving her incredible ass another squeeze before he released his hold and pulled his hands back over her hips, down her thighs and back up again before moving his hand over her stomach, caressing her soft skin as he went.

“That really went without saying,” she said, making his lips twitch.

“What do you want?” Bryce asked as he slid his hands over her breasts, teasing a soft moan from the woman driving him crazy.

“Besides being worshipped?” Cayley asked as she shifted closer, causing the tip of his cock to rub against her soft skin.

“Besides that,” Bryce said, tracing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs.

“In a few seconds, I’m going to run my hand over you one last time before I stand up so that you can rinse off. Then, I’m going to need you to turn the shower off so that you can dry me off before you pick me up and carry me to bed,” Cayley said, giving his cock one last gentle squeeze before she released her hold on him and stood up.

“And then…” Bryce asked, joining her so that he could rinse off before he reached past her and turned off the water.

“Then, I’m going to need you to take your time drying me off before you lay me back on the bed and do that thing that you know that I like,” Cayley said as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers before he grabbed a towel off and wrapped it around her.

“And then…”

“I’m going to do that thing that you like,” she said as he wrapped a towel around his waist before he reached for her.

“And then…”

“You’re going to tell me how long you’ve known that I was pregnant.”

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