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Breaking our connection, I pull away and glance down between us. The tight skin over her abdomen swells and undulates as the baby rolls. This is the first time I’ve seen my child move, and I’m instantly mesmerized. Placing a hand tenderly onto her belly, I wait, hoping to feel it under my palm. The baby kicks, and I laugh out loud. “Is he always this active?”
“Nighttime is the worst.”
I raise my eyes and catch her looking down at where my hand lays.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not hurt, exactly, unless he’s sitting on my bladder. But some of the kicks are hard.”
“We don’t need to do this.”
“Do what? Have a baby. A little late for that I think,” she teases.
“I mean make love.”
“I want you as much as you want me, Tristan. I’ve been lying here every night for weeks wondering how to get you back into my bed.”
I stare into her eyes. “All you had to do was ask.”
She bites her lower lip. Her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “I’m asking.”
I gently ease onto her back and spend the next ten minutes giving her breasts all my attention. They’re large, full, and heavy. Her nipples are darker too. And sensitive. Every pull on them has her squirming under me. A shiver rolls through her body every time I swipe my tongue over them.
Holding myself up on my right hand, I suck on one while tugging the other with my left, rolling it between my fingers. Seeing how sensitive she is, I keep it gentle, not wanting to hurt her. It takes little before she’s writhing in frenzy beneath me.
“Oh, God, Tristan. I can’t believe how good that feels. It’s never been like this before.”
I shift to the side and slide a hand between her widened legs. She’s already so wet when I touch her. I ease a finger inside and pump it in and out a few times. Add a second finger.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
Using my fingers in her pussy and my thumb rubbing circles over her slick clit, I let her ride my hand until she’s clenching down on me, her fingers digging into my biceps, shaking and moaning through an intense orgasm.
Her limbs fall to the side like wet noodles when she’s done. With each breath, she takes a sharp inhale, and a whoosh of an exhale.
“It’s okay if you just want to go to sleep now.” My cock doesn’t agree, but I can deal with that in the shower.
“No, no. I want you. I need you.”
With my body moving into position over hers, I press my lips to her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulders. Everywhere I touch, it feels like a drug, a blissful high that swims through my veins. With each caress and taste of her skin, I know there’s no turning back.
I trace the curves of Laurel’s body with my hands as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer to her. I feel her heart beating against mine, and I know she feels it, too; this connection between us defies all logic and explanation.
I kiss her again, my hands exploring her body, feeling the softness of her curves while my tongue twists around hers. My desire for this woman is so damn intense, flooding my senses and overwhelming my better judgment. I reach down between us to line my cock up to enter her, the bulge of our baby between us, reminding me to take care. But as soon as I sink into her warm flesh, I can’t help but lose myself in the pleasure coursing through me. Her pussy pulls at me, drawing me back in when I pull out.
Soon, we’re rocking together, lost in each other, moving as one. The urge to drive into her hard is powerful.
She peers up at me, her eyes deep, dark pools of desire. “I won’t break.”
“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby.” I’m clenching my teeth, working to keep myself in check.
“I want you to fuck me, Tristan.”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
“Yes, but I want you tofuckme.”
I pause, squinting as I look down at her. “Are you sure?”