Twirling my finger around and around her hard little nub, I know I’m working her up. She’s close. So, I stop.
With a growl, I reach down and grasp the waistband of her pants and push them down. “Take it all off, honey.”
I stare down as she kicks off those offensive pants and let my eyes linger at her center, then down her pretty legs, then back up, ever so slowly. “You’re better than I imagined.”
A pink blush suddenly starts on her chest and moves up.
Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to my bedroom. A room I hope she’ll share with me from now on. Guiding her to sit, I lean down and kiss her. “Lie back. Open those pretty legs for me, Maggy.”
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Maggy
He slidesbetween my legs and pushes them wider, pressing my knees up closer to my chest. I’m really open to him, and I don’t know how I feel about it.
“Fucking beautiful.” Nate reaches to his left, opens his nightstand drawer, and pulls out a condom. Looking at me, he holds it up so I can see. “I’m not opposed to more kids, Maggy. Just not right away.”
And if I weren’t already lying down, I think I’d faint.
He wants more kids?With me?
The question is… Do I want more children?With him?
The answer is a resounding yes, but we’re not there. He’s right. Not yet. But I can’t decide what to say about that entire exchange, so I reach out and take the condom, remove it from its wrapper, and slide it down his thick shaft. I hope he gets what I’m saying. If not, it’s a discussion for another day. Right now, I need him to work his magic.
Nate leans down, and I squeeze my eyes shut the second I feel him drag his tongue from my center to my clit. When he gets there, he swirls his tongue around it, then he sucks. It’s a sensation I remember from the first time we were together, when he used his mouth on me, but I don’t remember it feelingthisintense.
Maybe having a baby will make this better.
If that’s even possible.
Nate has a magic tongue, for sure, so it doesn’t take me long to feel a tingle start. “Nate.” I grasp his hair and arch my back. “Please.” Sure, I’m whining, but I don’t really care. Mama needs an orgasm. Now.
“You gonna come for me, babe?” Why is he talking when he should be licking? Or sucking. Either one is fine.
“Yes.” I use my hand to press his head back down. “Get back to work.”
With his lips against me, he chuckles, which causes a vibration that is all I needed to get me over the top. The sound I make when it hits me is a tad embarrassing. It’s a cross between a mewl and scream.
“Been a while?” Nate’s smirking at me now.
“Cocky jerk.”
“You have no idea.” He moves over me until our faces are an inch apart. “You ready for me?”
“So ready.” I’ve been ready for Nate for months.
I hold my breath the second I feel him at my entrance. Part of me is worried that it’s not going to feel good for him. Will having a baby change how we feel together? What I’m saying is, did my giant baby make my lady-land giant too?
Don’t worry. Brynn is worth whatever happened to my body. She’s worth everything.
Doing my best not to think about our child in the next room, I feel him slowly push himself inside. It hurts a little at first, but it doesn’t take long for it to feel amazing. “You okay?”
“Oh, yeah. Keep going.”
Nate presses inside all the way, then stops. “So goddamn snug.” It seems like he’s holding his breath.
Okay. That’s a relief. But his face. He’s wincing. Is he in pain? “You okay?”
