“I’m not sure exactly,” she said doing the math in her head for the twelfth or thirteenth time. “I took some antibiotics while we were apart. I think that might be what messed with the effectiveness of the pill so maybe February or March.”
She felt him go still behind her. “Will taking the pill while you were pregnant hurt the baby?”
“It shouldn’t. I looked it up online. Apparently it happens more often than you realize.”
“What about the wine we had?”
“It shouldn’t matter. Don’t worry, Masters. I’m sure everything is fine.”
She could tell he wasn’t sure whether to believe her, but she felt his body relax behind hers. He stroked small circles over the still flat plane of her stomach, and she arched into his touch. Her skin felt hot and his hands felt so good. His fingertips trailed to the underside of her breasts, caressing her aching flesh beneath the soft cotton of her T-shirt. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, and she raised her arms over her head, linking her fingers behind his neck, hoping the position would encourage him to touch her.
“Mmm,” he murmured, taking her hint and running the backs of his fingers in soft slow strokes over her stomach and up the sides of her breasts.
She arched into his touch, practically purring at how good it felt. Behind her, she felt his cock thicken and swell, pressing against the small of her back. She wriggled a little and was rewarded with his groan against her temple. Reaching for the hem of her T-shirt, he nudged her forward just enough to peel the cotton form her body. He unclasped her bra, freeing her heavy breasts before tugging her back to lean against his chest.
For a moment, he simply let his hands rest on her, his palms spanning her stomach, and she tipped her head back to kiss his neck, warm and rough with the day’s stubble. His tenderness when he sheltered the place in her body that held their baby, had tears pricking her already red eyes. Achingly slowly, he moved his hands up her ribcage, stroking her skin with feather light touches until his fingertips reached the undersides of her breasts. He started again, stroking over her stomach and up her ribcage, this time letting his fingers move further up her breasts.
She felt her nipples tighten in anticipation of his fingertips on her skin, and by the time he repeated the process again, she was pressing her breasts toward his hands, silently begging him to touch her. Cupping her aching flesh, he brushed his thumbs over the tight points of her nipples, and her breath hitched at the so close but not quite enough caress.
“More, please.” She breathed the words, tightening her hands around his neck and pressing her breasts forward.
“In a minute, sweetheart,” he murmured against the delicate shell of her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth and tugging. He stroked circles around her nipples, narrowing his path to draw him closer to her areolas. “First I’m going to tease you a bit, and then we’re going to see if you can come just by having my mouth on your gorgeous nipples.”
She gasped, sucking in her breath as his pinched and rolled her tight aching nipples between his fingers and thumbs, stretching them gently before letting go. He started again with slow deliberate teasing caresses that narrowed with every pass until his fingertips brushed the puckered edge of her areolas, and her focus narrowed to the feeling of his hands on her skin and the anticipation of his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples. Over and over, each time a little harder, he drove her on until her back bowed and her breath came in shallow gasps. When he tugged on her nipples the final time, she moaned and begged for him to give her more. To touch her with his mouth.
“Please,” she said breathless.
“Lean forward.”
His voice sounded strained, and she could tell by the press of his hard thick cock against the small of her back that he wasn’t immune to what he was doing. He slid out from behind her, guiding her gently until she lay back on the sofa, a pillow supporting the arch of her back. When he repeated the path his fingertips had taken with gentle kisses, she thought she’d lose her mind with the delicious teasing caresses, and then he reached her nipple, drawing the tight aching peak into his mouth and suckling her.
The world fractured and narrowed to the place where his lips touched her. Everything else fell away in the wake of his demanding mouth. It was as if he’d forged a link between her nipple and clit, and her empty sex throbbed in time with the rhythm of his mouth. Shifting her hips, she pressed her legs together, trying to alleviate the fire he was stoking with each pull of his mouth on her tender flesh. She’d always loved it when he touched her breasts, but they were more sensitive than normal, and every brush of his fingers or touch of his mouth added to the heat.
She was so close. The pull of his mouth took her right to the edge and held her there, but it wasn’t quite enough. Popping the button of her jeans, he slid his hand inside her panties and she felt his groan against her nipple.
“Fuck, Claire,” he said, his lips still pressed to her breast. “You are so fucking wet, sweetheart. Can you come for me?”
Wrapping his lips around her nipple, he suckled her as he slipped two thick fingers inside her and started to stroke. He kept his thumb on her clit, and in moments her desire wound tight, whipping through her as the orgasm overwhelmed her. Her sex tightened on the intrusion of his fingers, and he continued to stroke, drawing out every last bit of her climax. When she was spent and flushed with pleasure, she reached for him, griping him through the fabric of his slacks, desperate to give him back a fraction of the pleasure he’d given her.
LUKE WAS NEVER going to get used to the feeling of Claire coming apart under his hands and mouth. Having a woman as strong as she was surrender in his arms because she trusted him to hold her was an overwhelming feeling and a fucking privilege. Knowing his baby was growing inside her knocked him on his ass and stole his breath.
He wanted to be inside her, needed to feel close to her, but he wasn’t about to take chances with their child. He didn’t think sex was dangerous during pregnancy, but what the hell did he know. It wasn’t like he’d had a lot – or any – experience in the matter. He’d been a devout condom user until Claire. Brushing a quick kiss over her parted lips, he helped her sit up.
“Climb on my lap and ride me, sweetheart,” he said, slipping off his dress shirt and shucking off his slacks.
He sat on the sofa, his throbbing cock pointing toward her like the needle on a compass seeking north. As he watched, she stepped out of her jeans and panties and then straddled him, positioning his cock at her slick opening. He wanted her desperately, but thinking about their baby, sheltered and growing inside her, kept him from driving up and into her the way he wanted to, the way he was dying to. He felt the muscles of his neck bunch with the effort of holding back.
“It’s okay, Masters. I won’t break,” she said, her lips a breath from his temple, but he still couldn’t make himself move.
And then she sat, taking him into her hot, wet heat in one smooth movement, settling herself on him and rocking her hips to seat him more firmly inside her. He clutched at her back, bending to draw one of her red, swollen nipples into his mouth. He suckled her, and she rocked on him, sliding up and down the long thick length of him until he didn’t think he could take another minute. She felt so good, so slick and tight, so right.
Reaching between them, he found her clit and stroked in time with the slide of her body on his. He felt the moment her orgasm started, her sex tightening and pulsing around him. That was the only permission he needed. Gritting his teeth to keep from surging up into her, he gripped her hips and held her in place while he emptied himself inside her.
“I love you, Claire. God, you and our baby. I love you both so fucking much,” he said when he could breathe again. Blinking hard to stop the stinging in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face against her neck, holding his world in his arms.
“I love you, too.” She whispered the words against the top of his head and he felt them reverberate through him to his soul.
