“How can you question if I’m attracted to you when you do things like that? You’re the most gorgeous… most sexy… most incredible woman I’ve ever seen.”
I thrust my hips forward, matching her loud moan as I fill her. Soft and warm, she stretches around my cock, taking all of me so fucking well.
I might not be good enough for her, but she’s perfectly made for me.
I stroke her thigh as my cock pumps in and out. For the first time, I wish she didn’t have a pregnant stomach in the way. Because I want her to see the way her tight pussy fits around me. See that our bodies are made to be connected this way. But, more than that, I want to kiss her while we make love.
The movement’s so relaxed and natural, it feels like I’m dreaming in slow motion. The world’s hazy and disorienting, and it’s hard to remind myself not to tell her I love her right now. Our bodies rock together, making her gasp with each thrust. She grabs my thighs, urging me deeper, closer.
“Can you… hold me?” she asks breathlessly. A request I didn’t expect but definitely won’t say no to.
“Lie on your side, sweetheart.” My entire body’s falling apart the moment I’m not inside her, like a piece of me has been torn away. I move to press my lips to hers with a slow, explorative kiss. Letting our tongues brush, holding her bottom lip hostage between my teeth, feeling her whimper travel down my throat.
She can’t roll to her side fast enough before I’m cuddling in behind her and slipping my cock back into its warm, safe home. And now, without her stomach between us, I can hold her. I can love her properly. With my hands caressing her boobs, my lips on her neck, and my chest pressed to her back. The fiery glow illuminates her soft curves. The smell of her shampoo fills my nostrils, and there’s only the sound of crackling fire in the room. With unhurried, effortless thrusts, I hope this is as magical for her as it is for me. Because,fuck me,I love her with every part of my soul.
She looks back at me with a small smile, and I’m smiling back like a love-drunk idiot when I feel her muscles tense around my cock. Her fingers work her clit in a frenzy to draw out an orgasm. The tingling starts in my balls, engulfing me with an intensity that makes my legs numb and my breathing weak. I gasp when I crash into her for one final time. Falling apart together, my cum fills her completely. Leaking out around the edges of my cock, which I refuse to pull out. As far as I’m concerned, we can stay exactly like this forever.
“You’re so good to me.” Her fingers weave between mine. “I’m sorry for pushing you away.”
“Shush. I’m the one who fucked this all up.” I push her hair away from my face and kiss the smattering of freckles on the back of her neck. One upside to the variety of sex positions we’ve been in is learning every intimate detail of her body. The freckles she doesn’t even know she has. The small scar on her left inner thigh. The soft blonde hair on her lower back, which I’m sure she would hate to find out I’ve noticed. “And, despite me being a huge idiot, you came back. If I had to lose sleep over something for the last month, I’m glad it was you.”
She’s quiet for a moment, scratching her nails up and down my forearm that’s draped across her. “I’m done being scared of this. I want to be with you, if the offer still stands.”
“What if I let you down again?”
“Then we talk about it. Which is something we clearly both need to work on.” She rocks her hips so I regrettably slip out of her. Then rolls onto her back, a sated smile appearing on her lips. Blue eyes shining in the dim fire glow. “Speaking of talking, I want us to have dinner with Dad. I need things to be good between you two.”
I seriously doubt anything I do will make him think I’m better than my dad. But if Cass wants me to be her man, I’ll die trying to prove myself. As long as she thinks I’m worthy, the rest of the world can go to hell.
“You’re right. I need to apologize to him, too. I’ll cook?”
She kisses me, pulling my hand down between her legs. Gripping my middle finger and guiding it gently over her clit. Drawing teasing lines up and down.
“You’re incredible, you know that? Now…” Her sentence trails off with a moan as she increases the pressure. “Slow and intimate was amazing. But it’s been a month, and Ineedyou to fuck me.Please.”
Jesus Christ. I love her.
“You should probably be punished for driving me so goddamn crazy for the last month, shouldn’t you?”
She grins. “Definitely. Do whatever you want to me—I’m all yours.”
“Guess fucking you until you’re so sore you can’t do anything tomorrow without thinking of me will work. Are you still full of my cum, baby?”
Her nose twitches, eyebrows lowered in confusion. “I assume so.”
“Squeeze your pussy, sweetheart. Use those tight muscles you love to grab my cock with. I want to see how good of a job I did marking you as mine, watch my cum drip out of you.”
I push up to my hands and knees, eyes racing from her blushing face to the perfect V between her legs. Her hands clenching her thick thighs, spread wide in front of me. And when my cum flows out and down the crease of her ass, I swipe it with my fingers and spread it over my rock-hard shaft. Shoving my cock inside her with a strangled, feral moan. Then I fuck the ever-loving hell out of my girl until our muscles are too fatigued to carry on and we fall asleep tangled on top of the bed.
29
Cassidy
33 weeks (baby is the size of a bag of Ketchup chips)
Sun beaming in through the frosty window wakes me up from thebestdream. Until I look around, seeing the forest-green quilt barely covering Chase’s naked body and the glowing red embers and small flames crackling in the fireplace. This is the dream. A fairy tale. Nothing that happened last night feels real—like a blurry, pieced-together memory after a night of drinking.
I fell in love with him.
