“My body—”
“Is fucking glorious.”
“It’s changed.”
“I know.” I reach around and squeeze her luscious ass.
“Nate.”
Knowing what I need to do here, I stop squeezing the sexiest ass this side of the Mississippi and kiss her lips softly. “You make me rock-hard every single day, Maggy. Part of it’s just you, and part of it is imagining your body since you’ve had Brynn.”
She releases a little gasp.
“I remember our night together. It runs on repeat in my brain, and having you near only makes those memories stronger. I can’t wait to see how your body has changed.” I press into her a little so she can feel how hard I am for her. “This is what you do to me.”
“Okay.” She gives me a shy smile. “But you’ve been warned.”
“Sure. Now, take off that offensive T-shirt.” I slide my hands beneath the hem again.
I guess I’m funny, because she giggles. “Offensive? It’s got a sparkly unicorn on the front.”
“It’s covering those tits. It’s offensive.”
She slaps my arm, then laughs. “You’re offensive.”
“I’m dying over here.” I know she feels me. “Please, babe. Strip.”
“If you take off those offensive shorts first.”
I’m instantly out of my shorts, standing in front of her with a dick so hard it could cut glass. She stares down at it. Him.
“Wow. I’d forgotten….”
“Well, let me help you remember.” Grasping the bottom edge of her shirt, we work together to slowly lift it up until all that remains is her maternity bra. I look at her for a second. “You okay to take that off?”
She could need to nurse soon, and I know it can be painful if she needs to feed Brynn. “She just ate. She’s sound asleep.”
Assisting her with the front hook of her bra, I can’t help but stare. I carefully touch her. She releases a little moan, and I smile. “Feel good?”
“Yeah.”
I play a bit more and watch her head fall back. “That feels nice.”
They sure do.
Wrapping my arms around her, I bend down and kiss her again, this time less frantically. I need to savor this moment. She kisses back with as much passion as I’m feeling right now. I run my palms up her back and down into her leggings. “Your skin is so soft.” I’m whispering now.
“Thanks. I hydrate.”
It makes me chuckle into her neck. “Well, here’s to hydrating.”
I slide my hand to the front of her and down until I’m cupping her pussy. “Wet,” I say as I taste the skin right below her ear.
“I know.”
Playing with her clit, I feel her body move with my hand, pressing into it. “Feel good.”
“Uh-huh.”
