THIRTY-TWO
Nevaeh
“Happy birthday, Cael,”I greet first thing in the morning. “From me and the baby.”
A drowsy grin lights up his face as he automatically reaches for me and pulls be toward his side of the bed.
“Best way to wake up on a birthday,” Caelian murmurs, his hand sliding over the curve of my swollen belly. Our baby kicks against his palm, and his smile is pure wonder. “The two most important things in my life.”
I thread my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips are warm and familiar. The kiss deepens, the familiar heat building between us despite my exhausted, pregnant body.
I’m officially thirty-eight weeks.
Yet even now we still can’t keep our hands off each other. We lay in bed in the early morning and within minutes are too turned on to resist.
“Cael,” I breathe against his mouth. “I need you.”
“Mia bella ballerina,” he groans, kissing me back. “What if I send you into labor?”
I can’t help giggling. I drag my fingers along the hard edges of his jaw as I press myself into him, round belly and all. “You won’t, Cael. Always so paranoid about the baby. You won’t hurt it.”
“I know. But…” he pulls back slightly, his hand palming my very large and protruding stomach. “We can feel his—or her—motions out here. How do we know he can’t feel it in there?”
“You are so silly sometimes, you know that?”
We come together in more kisses that soon grow deeper and impassioned.
Caelian’s hands map the changes in my body—fuller breasts, wider hips, the tight dome of my belly. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, making me shiver.
In the late stages of my pregnancy, I’m so hot through the night I’ve started sleeping naked.
It makes moments like these especially easy as Caelian’s fingers trace patterns on my skin. He cups my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. I arch into his touch with a soft gasp.
Everything feels more intense these days, every nerve ending heightened by the pregnancy hormones coursing through me.
“You’re so responsive, Nevi,” he growls, his lips finding the special spot on my throat that makes me melt. “I fucking love it.”
I pull him back to my mouth, kissing him with the fierce love burning inside my heart. His hand slides down to caress my belly again, then lower, fingers ghosting over my inner thighs.
I’m already aching for him, my body remembering every time we’ve done this, every way he knows how to make me come apart.
“Please,” I whimper. “Now.”
Caelian shifts, always mindful of my belly, and rolls me more onto my side. He arranges pillows behind my back for support, then positions himself in front of me.
We’re aligned, chest to chest with my belly in the middle. I’m cocooned between him and the pillows, propped between their softness and his strength.
His hand guides my top leg up, hooking it over his hip. The position opens me to him while keeping all the weight off my belly. His other arm slides under my head, cradling me close.
“Are you okay like this?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I moan and squirm against him. “Yes… this is good. I’m comfortable.”
He’s already rock hard, his cock rigid and dripping precum. He presses against my entrance, sliding in slowly, giving me time to adjust. I’m as wet as he is hard, so I’m ready for him. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel how his thick girth still stretches and fills me.
Pleasure tingles through every nerve in my body and makes me shudder involuntarily.
“Fuck, Nevi,” he groans against my neck. “Your pussy is so fucking wet and slick.”
