I lave her needy heat, lapping at her juices while siphoning out soft cries with each drive of my fingers.
It’s right when her walls give a quick flutter and I know she’s close that I drag my fingers out of her, sucking them clean so as to not waste a drop of her juices. I climb onto the bed, chuckling when she whines.
She’s not a fan of me edging her, but she knows there’s a silent promise there to make it good for her when it happens.
I hover over her on a forearm, rubbing her slit before rolling my fingers at her opening. “You doing okay?”
She nods with an exhale. “Yes.”
“You’ll tell me if anything doesn’t feel good?”
“Yes, I promise.”
My eyes skim her features, lingering on the way her mouth falls open when I dip my fingers inside her once more. She is exquisite and has only gotten more beautiful over time.
“Good. Then open up wide for me, baby. I need to fuck you.”
With her legs spread wide, Nisha takes me in, her slick heat clenching around my cock as I push in deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. The sound of her pleasure rips a groan out of me. And when my eyes find hers and our hard breaths mingle, the mood shifts between us.
Gone is the playfulness from a few moments ago, replaced by the declarations we made today, the vows we made seven years ago, and the promises our bodies are making now.
My thumb sweeps back a strand of hair clinging to her forehead, and I drive in slow and deep, savoring the way herbody yields to me. I dip my nose to her hairline, trying to fill my lungs with her scent as I breathe her in.
“Show me how much you love me, Patton.”
As if her whispered words strike a match inside me, I thrust deeper, but keep my pace unhurried, drawing out her pleasure without overwhelming her. She’s carrying my child, so I move with intention, grinding into her just right, making sure every roll of my hip is deliberate without being painful. And though I know she loves a little pain with her pleasure, we both agreed there will be time for that after the baby is here, safe and sound with us.
My teeth graze her jaw before my mouth trails over her shoulder, leaving love bites in its wake. With every thrust into her and every blemish I leave over her skin, I plan to make her feel me inside her all the way to next week.
My hand clamps the back of her thigh, lifting and anchoring her as I drive inside. The slight change in position makes her gasp, and my control dangles by a thread.
I glide through her only to draw back and drive forward with precision and a goal in mind—to nudge that spot deep inside her that always has her shattering around me so beautifully.
Her eyes glisten as her hands come up to cradle my face. It feels like she’s holding a lot more than me physically. Like she’s holding my heart and soul, my entire damn existence in her cupped hands.
“Nisha . . .” My voice sounds raspy even to my own ears. “Fuck, baby. I love you so much. I’ll never stop. Not in this life and not in the next.”
“I know,” she whispers, her nails gently dragging down my back, sparking heat inside me even as she squeezes her lids shut. A single tear slips free before she peppers kisses along my collarbone. “I know you won’t . . . just like I could never stop loving you.”
I find her lips again, our kiss pulling us into a binding spell, making me moan into her mouth. My hand trails down to her belly reverently, protectively, as I grind deep inside her, brushing that spot that has her entire body contracting.
Her fingernails bite my flesh as her hips come up to meet mine. Her voice shakes as she throws her head back, revealing the length of her neck. “I’m going to come, Patton.”
I chase my own orgasm as I roll my hips, each thrust inside her making my vision blur. “Come for me, baby.”
Two seconds later, she’s screaming my name, her body clenching as her walls flutter around me, pulling me in deeper and milking me for everything I’ve got.
I hold her flush against me, burying myself in her like I’m trying to brand her. And then my entire body is tensing, a spark igniting at the bottom of my spine and zipping through me like lightning.
In what feels like a succession of explosions, I shatter inside her, spilling into the woman who owns every molecule in my body.
I fall onto the mattress, pulling her with me in a tangle of arms and legs, holding her until our breaths even out. Minutes go by as we stare at each other, her fingernails gently tracing paths down my back while my fingers glide down the inked lines of her tattoos. Neither of us says a word until my eyes find something I hadn’t noticed before—two pairs of angel wings hidden between the stars and flowers.
My hand halts.How did I miss this?
“I got them soon after each one . . .” she whispers, reading my thoughts.
Each miscarriage, she means.
