My hands went to his head and my head fell back. His hands were along my sides, up my thighs then down again. Heat was pooling between my thighs with every touch. I whimpered when his mouth found my nipple and he gave it a firm tug. Then he sucked deep. My back arched and I moaned loudly. His hands traveled up my inner thighs, his fingers finding my center. “Soaked.” His fingers were moving through the wetness he was creating, passing over my clit. I felt the heat building but it wasn’t enough.
“Asher,” I whimper. His mouth leaves my breast and he pulls my face to his. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, dragging it through his teeth. My mouth opens under his. His fingers are still slowly sliding through my wetness. Two fingers fill me. My head flies back and my nails dig into his scalp.
“Yes.” His fingers were suddenly gone. My head comes up and I watch him pull my other nipple into his mouth, bit down, and then drag it through his teeth the same way he did my lip. He kisses the tip of my nipple. Then, his fingers are again moving through the wetness. I knew I was drenched. He licks down my stomach around my navel. Finally, I could feel his breath against my clit. I spread my legs wider, not caring that I was becoming desperate.
“Asher.” I moan as I watch his tongue licking me from bottom to top then circling my clit. I was on the edge. I knew that once his mouth focused on that one spot, I was going to explode.
“Jesus, is it possible that you taste sweeter?” He groans, licking me again and circling my clit. Then, he fills me again with two fingers at the same time. He latches onto my clit. My whole body comes off the bed with the force of my orgasm. I can feel the walls of my pussy contracting, sucking his fingers deeper as he sucks my clit and I saw stars.
My thighs tighten around his shoulders and my hands hold onto his head. He kisses my inner thigh, above my pubic bone, along my stomach, up to each breast. His hands move under my arms, pulling me deeper onto the bed. One of my legs was straight, the other bent, resting on the back of his thigh. My hands go to his jaw. His hand wraps around his cock and he enters me.
“Yes!” I moan, loving the sensation of him filling me. I open my eyes to see his are closed tight. I circle my hips and his eyes fly open.
“Don’t.” His voice is firm. He grabs my hips, stopping my movement. He kisses me softly and pulls out just an inch and slides back in. I bite my lip to keep myself still. His hands move to my thighs, spreading my legs wider. He pulls out so just the tip was still in, and slams in so hard that my breathhitches. Then, he slides out and starts a slow pace while kissing me. His hands are pinching my nipples then traveling down, pressing against my clit. My hands are traveling up his back; my mouth and tongue kissing and licking whatever I can reach. Then I felt it start. It was slow and deep, and I knew that I couldn’t hold back. My mouth found his and I hold his face close to mine.
I moan against his mouth. My thighs wrap tighter around him. “Please, don’t stop.” He doesn’t. His pace increases, his strokes are deeper, and I feel him grow. I knew he was close too.
“Come with me, baby,” he grunts, one hand fisting into my hair while his other travels between us, pinching my clit and setting me off. My whole body tightens around him, pulling him deeper inside of me. I moan into his mouth as he groans into mine. I can feel his strokes start to slow and turn lazy. He kisses me all over my face and down my neck. “I get this for a lifetime,” he whispers into the skin below my ear.
I tighten my arms and legs around him. “Love you, babe,” I whisper against his shoulder. He rolls to the side, taking me with him.
“Love you, baby,” he says against my hair. Closing my eyes, I cuddled deeper into his chest and fall asleep.
My stomach growls so loud that it wakes me from my doze. I can feel Asher’s silent laughter against my cheek. “Sounds like both my babies are hungry.”
“Yeah,” I mumble. I know I need to eat, but seeing the expanse of his chest in front of me, I can’t help but want something else that has nothing to do with food.
I’m rolled to my back and Asher is hovering over me. His eyes are watching his hand travel down my throat between my breasts. “I’m excited for these to get bigger,” he says, palming both my breasts.
He smiles up at me and I shake my head and giggle. Then, his hand starts to move again and he stops gently on my stomach, which has become slightly rounder over the last few months.
“I’m going to be a dad.” He shakes his head in disbelief. His eyesfocus on his hands as he gently rubs my belly. Then, he kisses me right below my navel. His eyes meet mine and I see nothing but the same happiness I feel reflecting back at me. The mood is completely broken when my stomach gives another loud growl. We both start laughing.
“Alright, Daddy’s going to feed you,” he says into my stomach. We get out of bed and I pull on one of his shirts and a pair of panties. He pulls on a pair of baggy sweats that hang low and give the most amazing view of his abs. I hear him clear his throat. I look up and he’s smiling.
“I’m going to waddle and you’re going to walk around looking like that?” My hand moves up and down, indicating everything that is him.
“You’re carrying the life we made together inside of you. Your body growing to take care of our child is amazing. I can’t wait to see you with a big belly,” he says.
“I love you,” I blurt out. “I mean, you already know that, but I’m glad that you’re happy about this.”
“Happy is not the word I would use to describe how I feel, baby.”
“I know,” I whisper. “This is bliss.”
“Yeah,” he says, walking toward me. “This is bliss.” His hands frame my face and he softly kisses my nose then my lips.
I WAKE UP feeling the sun warm the skin of my back. Last night, after Asher fed me a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich, we lay in bed and talked about the sex of the baby. I said I wanted a girl. Asher was still stuck on having a boy first. Really, I don’t care what I have as long as he or she is healthy. I smile into my pillow, thinking about the ring on my finger, the child growing inside of me, and the man who put both of them there. I pull my hand out from under my pillow and hold it up in front of my face, watching the light reflect off the gems. The diamonds are shining so bright that I could go blind by looking at them.
“You awake, baby?”
I scream and almost fall out of bed from flipping over at the sound of his voice.
“Jesus, what the fuck?”
“You scared the crap out of me,” I say, holding the sheet to my chest. “I thought you were working today?” I look at the clock and see that it’s ten thirty.
“Took the day off so we could go to the doctor.”
