Mute

Celebrating

        “All right, let’s be clear. You are telling me that you are pregnant?” Sam nodded, “with my kid?” She nodded with the biggest smile he had ever seen. “When did you know?”

        “This morning.” She pulled the test from her back pocket and gave it to him. He took it, sure enough two blue lines jumped up at him. He was going to be a father!

        “Jace, son you haven’t said what you think of it.” Jason asked after watching Sam watch Jace for his reaction.

        “I can’t believe it. I am excited and scared as hell all at the same time. I mean I want kids, I just didn’t expect it this soon.”

        “Not mad?” Sam asked finally, her eyes pleading up at him. He smiled softly as he pulled her into his chest. He kissed her hair as he held her tight.

        “Never mad, kitten.” He sighed, “I’m proud as hell to have kids with you.”

        “I am going to be a pop-pop.” Jason clapped his hands together and gave an impromptu Irish jig right there in the kitchen. “Hot d***! I am a pop-pop!”

        “Sam, kitten, what do you think about being pregnant?” Jace asked her, lifting her chin to gaze down into her face. “Are you upset?”

        ‘No. I am excited, and scared, and nervous.’

        ‘So am I.’ He kissed her softly, quickly getting lost in her as he wrapped her in his arms.

        “I think I will go let the horses out to pasture, and check the fence lines.” Jason cleared his throat as he slowly turned and slipped out the back door.

        Jace easily lifted her up bridal style and back up the stairs he stormed. He kicked their door shut behind him and sat her down on the bed softly. He spread her legs wide open, kneeling in the floor and buried his face in her belly. Deep in her womb somewhere there was a tiny little being just beginning to form. And He was deeply, and madly in love with it already.

        Her fingers running through his hair brought his eyes up to meet hers. Her gentle hand under his chin pulled him up from his knees, she met him once up on his feet. He was confused, she was holding what ever it was close to the vest.

        She fisted his shirt in both hands and spun them around, and forced him to sit down on the edge of the bed. His eye brow rose in surprise when she strattled his legs, well this was something new for her. He wrapped his arms around her back as she squashed their chests together in earnest.

        “Sam,” He moaned her name as she kissed down his throat. Her hands were pulling his t-shirt from his pants, her lips attacked his pec muscle once his shirt went flying. “Kitten, are you hungry for something?”

        “I want you.” She returned to his mouth, deep throating him with her tongue. He clawed at her jeans waistband, cursing the stubborn button when it resisted him. He forced it open with a growl and she rolled her hips to help him push them down her hips.

        “Samantha,” He started to grasp her hips to turn and lay her down and she stopped him. She pushed him down to the flat of his back and shook her head. “Kitten.”

        “No.” She then signed, ‘I am the boss right now.’

        He grew hard; this was no kitten on his lap, this was a tigress on the hunt. He reached up to pull her closer, she stopped his hands and pinned them down next to his head, he swallowed hard and licked his lips. She bent down and torched his lips with a scalding kiss.

        “Stay.” She commanded against his lips, he nodded as he gripped the blanket in both fists. She seemed happy enough, her eyes drifting south of his lips, she paused over his adams apple. She cupped the bulge with her lips and gently grazed it with the tip of her tongue. He felt her smile when he groaned, shifting around against her p****s holding him down.

        She sucked on the mound, determined to leave a mark on him. When she was satisfied she continued down the valley between his pec muscles, her fingers pinching and twisting is darkened n******. He growled as he dearly wanted to grab her and fill her p**** but stayed still as she asked. She diverted suddenly, kissing the base of the scar on his side from Sand’s knife. The soft touch made him shiver clear to his toes.

        She continued lower, coming to his jeans and belt. Her eyes rose to his, his neck craning to see her. She worked his belt open, their eyes never breaking from each other. She only broke his stare when she eased his zipper open and eased the band of his underwear down. She hummed in approval at the sight of his ‘v’ tensing under her fingertips.

        “Lift up,” she commanded, sliding his clothing down to his ankles when he complied. She slid her fingers down both sides of his ‘v’ raising goosebumps all over his body. He let his head fall back against the bed as his g***n tingled under her feather light touch.

        “Sam!” His c*** jumped at her close proximity. “Sweetheart, this is torture.”

        She simply shrugged. He shivered at the wicked grin now curling her lips as she bent even lower, her eyes flickering to his as she barely brushed his tip with her tongue. He growled as the tingles shot through him.

        “D*** baby,” He couldn’t take holding the blanket anymore. He rose up to take control but she wasn’t going to have any of that. He was stopped cold when she took him deep into her mouth. “Sam!”

        He gripped her hair in both hands as she worked him like a kid with their first sucker. He lost his mind, this woman was more than he could ever have dreamed of. She was picking up speed, his c*** aching now for a release soon. Before he could do anything to help her out, she palmed his n** sack in one hand and circled the base of him with the other.

        “S***! Oh s***, baby!” He yelled out, his c** flying from him to flow down her throat. She used him for all he was worth, literally. His hands fell from her hair in defeat onto the bed when the flow of c** stopped. “Sam.” His voice was a hoarse groan now after screaming his head off.

        She wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand as she rose back over him. He took her face in his hands and was finally able to pin her down to the blanket under him. He lost no time in claiming her mouth now that he had control. He forced her thighs wide, his c*** already ready to take its turn.

        “Kitten, you are going to moan my name over and over.” He kissed her hard, “that was so hot. You are amazing when you take control like that.”

        He wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up into her making her gasp. Hard, and raw, and nothing between them but sweat. She felt amazing, but she always did, now she would be his forever.

“Say it kitten, say my name.” He growled near her ear as he pumped her steadily. “Come on Sam, let me hear it?”

        “Jace!” She cried his name as her p**** clenched tight around his fast moving c***. “Jace, more!”

        “F*** me!” He groaned as her voice induced a shiver clean through to his b***s. He piled up into her even faster then, words lost as they both moaned and gasped in unison. “F*** me, Kitten.” He clung to her as tight as she sank her fingernails into his back, their O exploded together. He couldn’t hear his groans as he flexed and released over her own cries.

        “Jace,” she was calling him. He blinked a time or two to clear the haze. He was in fact nearly crushing her as he had collapsed down onto her. “You okay?”

        “Yeah, that was…” He realized he was crushing her, “S***. The baby.” He jumped back, falling back off the bed into the floor.

        ‘Why did you jump like that? Did I do something wrong?’

        “No, no kitten. No.” He was on one knee at the edge of the bed where she met him, he kissed her lips softly. “I thought I had hurt the baby, I was laying right on top of you.”

        “No. I am okay. Baby is fine.” She insisted, pulling him up onto the bed to lay next to her.

        “Oh Sam, this has been the most amazing year of my life. Hands down, bar none.” He sighed as he pulled her close under his arm and lay back against the pillow. “I just never thought I would ever get to be a dad.”

        “I am afraid.” She said softly, cutting the after s*x glow. He immediately shifted around to see her face. “What if I am no good.”

        “No good at what kitten?” He brushed wild hair from her face. After s** like that, what in the world could she possible be no good at?

        “Being a mother.” When she glanced up at him a tear fell down her cheek.

        “D***, kitten.” He wiped the tear away before pulling her to him, folding her into his chest with his arms. “Don’t cry. You will be an amazing mother, and you won’t do this alone. I will be there every step of the way, and your father too.”

        ‘I wish I had a mother to talk to about the baby.’ She signed, he knew she was still getting used to talking and couldn’t get out what she wanted to say right away.

        “You need another woman or two around then don’t you?” He asked gently, she looked up at him confused. “I can make one call and I guarantee that there will be at least two women here within the next twenty-four hours.”

        “Who?”

        “My mother, and my Nonna.” He said with a soft smile, “besides. I need to introduce them to my beautiful wife.” He grinned as she slowly smiled, “I guarantee that they will be more than happy to talk baby stuff with you.”

        “Will they accept me?”

        “Why wouldn’t they?” He asked, his brows knitting in confusion.

        “I don’t talk good.” She said, her gaze dropping along with her face. He lifted her chin with a finger.

        ‘Enough of that. Shame on you.’ He scolded with his fingers, over emphasizing the frown on his face as he shook his head.

        ‘What?’

        ‘You are perfect. Wither you sign,’ he paused, “or you talk. You are perfect. This baby is perfect. They will love you just like I do. No matter what.”

        “Okay.” She smiled, he leaned down and kissed her gently before settling her back down against his chest. “I love you Jace.”

        “Samantha,” he sighed in contentment. “I really need to get up and get things done.” She mumbled an uh-hu against his chest, “but I will say that you held me down and wouldn’t let me up.”

        “Okay.” She snuggled tighter into his chest, he was barely able to hook the blanket and pull it up over them. They soon fell asleep spooned against each other. Jace woke an hour later, his hand instinctively reaching for Sam but her side of the bed was empty.