“You are not.” I smiled over at her as I hung my sword up on a nearby wall. “You could never interrupt me, my love.”
“I don’t know if that’s true.” Rachel chuckled before she moved even closer to me. “I just wanted to check up on you. Aldvirion said your training was going better—”
“But you just wanted to make sure?” I smirked. “I am no longer a wounded creature, my little warrior. I assure you, I am healed.”
“You can’t blame me for wanting to make sure.” She frowned, still clearly unsure about the situation. A second later, Rachel was lightly trailing her fingertips along the fresh scar on my abdomen, the one I’d technically given myself by letting my brother strike the spot.
“I still don’t know what you were thinking,” Rachel murmured.
“I was thinking that I wanted to live,” I replied. “I was thinking that I wanted to make my way home to you and our child eventually.”
I then placed my palm across Rachel’s stomach, a warmth going through me as I thought about the life that we’d created that was growing inside her.
And Rachel placed her palm on top of hand on top of my own. “He’s coming along nicely, at least according to Aldvirion. He thinks that he…”
“What?” I murmured. “What is it?”
“He thinks that he’ll look a lot more like you than me.” Rachel lightly chuckled. “Although, I’m not sure how scientific that is. I have a feeling that Aldvirion suspects that I have less than superior genes.”
“What makes you think a thing like that?”
“Probably because he just said it to my face a few minutes ago.” Rachel now laughed even harder. “He’s a sweet man, but God. He has an awful bedside manner.”
“I know.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with Rachel. “Do you know what he told me when he first realized that I’d woken up from my injury?”
“What?”
“He told me that my chance of dying was still higher than my chance of recovery.” I chuckled as I recounted the story. “Could you imagine? A warrior comes back to life and you tell them that they’re really on the verge of death?”
“Oh my God. Aldvirion is the most ridiculous person I think I’ve ever met.” Rachel’s laughter was still mingling with my own, the sound twinkling and sweet to my ears.
And as another laugh escaped her lips, I brought my mouth down to meet her own, capturing the sound between us. Rachel’s hands then moved up toward my shoulders, her fingers pressing down against my skin, her hips rolling toward mine, too.
She then broke off her kiss, her cheeks going red as she spoke. “I…that might’ve been a little too much. Sorry. It’s just that we haven’t…in a long time.”
“Of course, we haven’t. I needed my time to recover.” I smiled down at her. “Although, as I just told you, I’m finished with my recovery now.”
“Wexxon, wait—”
“Oh, I think we are both very tired of waiting,” I murmured before I angled Rachel down toward the ground. I then shifted our positions, making sure that her frame was hovering over my own, my hands resting on either side of her waist.
“Wexxon—”
“Take off your clothes,” I instructed as I stared up at my wife, my cock stirring between us. “Let me show you just how much I’ve recovered.”
And Rachel flashed me a mischievous grin as her fingers went toward the bottom of her dress, soon lifting the fabric over her head. It took everything in me to not groan at the sight of her naked body, her slightly swollen stomach, her heavier breasts, her shapely hips.
“…What?” Rachel stared down at me, a concerned look on her face. She then brought her hands down over her stomach, covering it from my view. “You probably shouldn’t think too hard about it…It’s just, I remember reading about how guys back on Earth sometimes have performance anxiety if they focus on the pregnancy too much during sex—”
“I’m not going to have performance anxiety,” I replied, my hands gently running along her sides. “I love the way you look right now, Rachel. You have no idea how beautiful you look when you’re carrying my child. You have no idea how much you glow.”
“Wexxon…” Rachel smiled before she turned back toward the door. “Fuck. Wait. Shouldn’t we take this to the bedroom?”
“I don’t have enough patience to make it to the bedroom,” I admitted. “I want you now, my love.”
“But what if someone sees?”
“If someone were to walk in on us making love on the training room floor, I would hope they do us the courtesy of walking right back out the door.” I smirked. “Or at least offer to bring us some refreshments as we enjoy each other’s bodies.”
“Wexxon, I’m serious—”
“I’m serious, too,” I replied, my fingertips heading right for Rachel’s thighs, parting them even further against my waist. She moaned once her legs were on either side of my abdomen, the space between her thighs emanating so much warmth I knew that she’d run out of patience, too.
“Wexxon…” Rachel reached for my hands before she pulled them toward her chest, shamelessly placing my fingers against her nipples. “Please.”
“Whatever you want, my little warrior.” I kept my voice low as I followed her unspoken instruction, my fingers soon pulling and twisting her sensitive nubs.
“Wait,” Rachel said as she moved slightly up my frame, soon leaning her chest right over my open mouth. “There. Better.”
And I grinned, my cock twitching at how my Rachel had gone from being more reserved about what she wanted, to telling me exactly how she wanted me to make love to her. I then took one of her nipples into my mouth, curling my tongue around the nub, loving the way she whimpered when she seemed to be overwhelmed with pleasure.
And as I kept my mouth on her chest, I slid a hand around the back of her thigh, not stopping until my fingers located the other sensitive nub between her legs, the one that so often made her shudder when my cock was buried inside her.
“Inside me…” Rachel whimpered, her waist moving back toward my hand. “Put your fingers inside me…”
“My little warrior might be growing into a full-grown warrior soon.” I lightly chuckled, happy to follow my Rachel’s demands. I then slid my fingers inside her, her pussy easily taking the digits, squeezing around my fingertips as she shamelessly rocked against my palm.
“Wexxon…Wexxon…” Rachel moaned, her hips moving in circles around my hand, her chest resting against my mouth. A few seconds later she was shivering with an orgasm, whimpering my name into my chest, her wetness now coating my fingers with her excitement.
When she was finished, I slid my fingers out of her. I brought them toward my lips, always eager to sample how she tasted. I then licked her wetness off my fingertips, one by one, as she kept her eyes trained on mine, her nipples seeming to perk up even more as she watched me taste her off my hand.
And then, when I was done tasting my wife’s delicious pussy, I gently pushed her hips back toward my own, positioning her right over my shaft. Rachel instinctively lifted her waist away from me, giving me just enough space to free my cock from the fabric of my clothes, just enough space to align the head of my cock with her soaking wet pussy.