GABRIELLA’S POV
His words sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation.
Nicklaus pulled me closer, his grip tight on my waist, sending delightful shivers down my spine. The intensity of his touch never failed to ignite a fire within me, a longing that only he could fulfill.
I couldn’t help but smile at his request, my heart racing in sync with the growing desire between us. “You can go to Margaret,” I added playfully. I wanted Estella to understand the importance of privacy between a husband and wife, even though she was too young to grasp its implications fully.
“Oh, please,” Estella huffed, her playful expression turning into a pout. “I want to spend time with you both,” she whined, her eyes pleading for inclusion.
Nicklaus chuckled, the sound of his laughter resonating deeply within me.
It was a melody that could ease any worry or tension, a reminder of the joy we found in each other’s company. His voice, deep and low, was like the perfect harmony in my favorite song.
“You sent us on an errand, and now you want to watch us do it?” Nicklaus teased, his eyebrows raised playfully. “How is that possible, darling? How?”
Estella’s confusion was evident on her face as she furrowed her brow. “Uhm? Dad, what are you even saying?” she asked, clearly puzzled by his words.
Nicklaus, never one to miss an opportunity for amusement, decided to break it down for her, using her own terms. “Well, what I was trying to say is that you asked us to make you a baby, and now you still want to watch us do it,” he explained, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
Embarrassment washed over Estella, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She closed her eyes and blocked her ears, playfully protesting. “Dad, stop it already! Fine, fine, I’ll leave you both to it,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
As she headed towards the door, a mischievous smile spread across Nicklaus’s face. “Tell Margaret we said hi!” he called after her, taunting her playfully.
Estella turned back, her laughter filling the room. “Make me a fine baby! I want a girl, preferably. Bye! You have my blessings with you,” she exclaimed with contagious joy, holding the doorknob as if ready to escape the scene.
A quiet moment lingered after she left, the air heavy with unspoken desires. As my mind wandered, I couldn’t help but contemplate our daughter’s wish for a girl. I found myself silently yearning for a boy, envisioning the joy of having a son to share our lives with.
Lost in my thoughts, I met Nicklaus’s gaze, and there was a silent understanding between us.
It felt as though he could feel the intense desire burning within me, igniting a flame that only he could extinguish.
The room seemed to crackle with anticipation as he closed the distance between us, his every movement deliberate and calculated.
His presence enveloped me, wrapping me in a cocoon of passion and longing. As his lips brushed against my ear, his words seeped into my very core, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. “I heard you,” he whispered in a low, seductive tone that sent my heart racing.
Confusion mingled with desire as I looked at him; my voice was barely a whisper. “What?” I managed to utter, my mind reeling from the revelation that he had overheard my secret yearning for a baby boy.
A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he pulled me even closer, his touch setting my skin ablaze. Trailing kisses down my neck, he lingered at my earlobes, his breath teasing and sensual. “Baby, I listen to everything you say,” he confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of tenderness and seduction.
I gasped, disbelief mingling with a surge of excitement. How could he have been so attuned to my unspoken desires?
The realization that he had not only heard my longing but was also prepared to fulfill it sent a surge of electricity coursing through my veins.
Nicklaus pulled back slightly, his eyes locked with mine, holding me captive in their depths.
Caressing my cheeks slowly, his touch gentle and tender, he whispered, “Can I?” His voice held an irresistible vulnerability, as if he sought my permission to delve deeper into the depths of our desires.
Caught in the intensity of the moment, my voice failed me, and I nodded my head in silent affirmation.
The trust and love we shared washed over me, overwhelming any lingering doubts or inhibitions. I surrendered myself to the passion that pulsed between us, knowing he would lead me to unparalleled heights of pleasure.
Without hesitation, Nicklaus’s lips captured mine in a hungry, devouring kiss. The world around us faded into insignificance as our bodies melted into each other.
His lips were soft and warm, their touch both gentle and demanding, setting every nerve ending ablaze with burning desire.
The room seemed to spin around us, time losing all meaning as we explored the depths of our connection.
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, their language speaking of love, longing, and an insatiable hunger that could only be satisfied by one another.
In that passionate embrace, our souls intertwined, fueling the flames of desire that consumed us.
The intensity of our love blossomed and bloomed, filling every corner of the room with raw emotions and unspoken promises.
In that moment, there was no past or future, only the exquisite present, where our bodies and hearts danced to the rhythm of love.
As our kisses deepened, our bodies pressed closer, the intensity of our emotions threatening to overwhelm us.
Every touch, every caress, was laden with the weight of our desires, driving us further into the realm of ecstasy. The outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us entangled in a web of passion and longing.
I was consumed by a mixture of anticipation and desire as Nicklaus gently pushed me onto the bed, his presence overpowering and commanding.
His hands moved with urgency, swiftly removing my gown and exposing my bare skin to the heated air of the room. His voice, laden with longing, filled the space as he muttered, “Gabrielle, you’re so beautiful.”
Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation as he focused his attention on my breasts.
With a purposeful touch, he firmly grasped my right breast, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. His tongue traced delicate circles around my sensitive nipple, teasing me mercilessly. The combination of his gentle touch and the denial of full contact left me gasping for more, my body yearning for his mouth to envelop me completely.
My mind was clouded with desire, and I shamelessly pleaded for his touch. “N… Nicklaus, please,” I managed to choke out, my voice thick with need. I couldn’t bear the exquisite torture any longer. I longed for the sensation of his lips on my skin, craving the ecstasy that only he could provide.