A 'caring' husband

Stunned, I could only watch as he carried me up the stairs. I expected him to walk over to my room like he had always done, but Dashiell, always full of surprises, carried me towards his room.

A gasp left me when he opened his door. “This isn't my room,” I whispered“I know," he responded as he stepped in and closed the door with his feet before he carried me over to his bed.

For the first time since we got married, he placed me on his bed. His room had always been off-limits to me. He warned me never to step into it, and I obeyed him.

“We are in your room,” I repeated, hoping he would realize we were in his room since he seemed not to be in his right mind.

“I know.” Smiling, he placed a kiss on my forehead. "Haven't you always desired to be brought in here?”

“I have, but….” I gulped, looking up at him as I tried to tell myself I wasn't dreaming, that this was happening.  “You haven't brought me to your room before,” I whispered, trying not to break whatever spell I had held him with.

Without responding, he reached towards me and removed the stray strands of hair from my face, his gaze gentle as he peered down at me. There was something in his case, an affection I hadn't seen before.  “As the mother of my unborn child, you are worthy of being here.”

At his murmured words, I realized why he was acting differently to me. It wasn't because of anything, but the baby. He was damned acting gentle with me because I was carrying his baby.

It hurts. It damned hell hurts. Tears prickled the side of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't let him see how much his words hurt me.

How much I wanted him to change his behaviour towards me, not because of anything but me.

I swallowed it all, the pain and everything, as I forced a smile. I had to do this for my baby. If this was the price I had to pay, to make sure I didn't separate from him, then so be it.

“I get it now.”

“You do?” He placed another kiss on my lips, smiling.  “From today on, you can come in whenever you want, Nova. The door will always be open for you.”

“Hmm.”

I nodded as I forced a smile. I wanted nothing more but to yell at him for being such a hypocrite, but I didn't do that. Deep down, I couldn't help the thrill I got at the thought of him being kind to me. Even though it was for the baby, the least I could do was bask in them.

“Don't you like it?” He murmured as he nipped on my ear lube, and I shivered involuntarily, pressing towards him a little more. Having him touch me so gently made me feel alive, unlike before.

I inhaled, looking up at him with a smile. God, he smelt so good, like always. Most of the time, after sex, I always craved to place my head on his chest and inhale his sweet scent, but he always left after, making it impossible for me to do that.

Now that he was acting so kind to me, I had this craving to reach over and wrap my hand around his neck, to bring his head down, so I could sniff all I wished, but I held that urge. There was no telling when he would flip.

“Why do you seem so lost in thoughts, Nova? Don't you want it?” He asked, sounding like he would stop should I ask him to do that.

“It's not it.” I shook my head before he could decide I'd had enough. “I just…. It's nothing.”

“Good.” He placed a kiss on my cheek as he lay his right hand on my stomach, stroking it.

As his head pushed mine to the side and his teeth once again scraped across my flesh, I shuddered. He licked a long trail on my neck before he placed a chaste kiss at the junction of my shoulder and neck.

“Do you like it when I do this?” He whispered, taking my earlobe between his teeth, and sucking.

My breath caught in my throat as a strangled sob left me when he placed his hand on the back of my head and brought my face closer.

With my eyes still closed tightly, I reached for him and pulled his lips to mine. He didn't kiss me back, choosing instead to let me ravage his mouth. He let me do as I pleased before he returned my kiss.  He didn't rush it. He twirled his tongue around me, showing me how it was done.

A shameless moan left my lips as I jolted on his lower body, crying out when I felt the tightening in my pussy. Heat pooled down there as I shamelessly rocked his body.

....

Most of the things I experienced tonight were a first for me. The shameless sounds I made. The toe-curling pleasure. The gentleness. It was all damned new.

At first, I was lost in kissing him. It was the answer to every wishful dream and unanswered prayer that I'd had since I got married to him.

I had always wished for him to be a different husband. To be more caring and gentle to me. To see me as someone and not a kept sex slave. Having it all now felt like a dream, one I was scared to wake up from because that would only bring more disappointment to me.

Then he pulled back. His breath rose and fell in harsh huffs, half breaths, half growls. He looked like he was barely keeping himself from touching me more. This was the longest he had gone without fucking me. Had this been before, he would have been through with it.

He covered every square inch of skin with his hot lips and scraped it all with his teeth, but didn't give me the bites I so desperately wanted.

He leaned close and placed a kiss on my stomach. He rubbed it, gently. His touch is feather-like.

This side of Dashiell was one that never threatened to render me incapable of keeping my heart away from him.

“Papa loves you,” he whispered to my belly before he got up from bed. I watched him, thinking he was leaving like always, but he surprised me when he carried me up.  “Time to get you cleaned up,” he explained when I gave him a puzzled expression.

I was in a daze as he bathed me before taking me back to the room. He tidied the bed before he placed me on it, and lay next to me, with his palm on my stomach.

“Sweet dreams, Nova,” he muttered.