"Oh god," I cry out, my hips bucking against his face. My hands tangle in his hair, holding him against me as the pressure builds. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I can feel myself tightening around him, my body climbing toward release.
"Grant, I'm going to—" I can't even finish the sentence before the orgasm crashes over me. Pleasure pulses through my body as I shatter beneath his touch. My thighs tremble and I cry out his name.
His tongue continues to relentlessly work against my sensitive flesh. The orgasm ripples outward, my body trembling as he prolongs the sensation with gentle, persistent strokes. My fingers remain tangled in his hair, holding him close as I ride out the waves of pleasure.
When I finally collapse back against the cushions, breathless and trembling, Grant slowly begins to move up my body. He leaves a trail of kisses along the way—my inner thighs, the curve of my hip, the swell of my belly. Each touch of his lips against my skin feels like worship, like he's memorizing every inch of me.
His mouth finds my breasts again, giving each tender attention before continuing his journey upward. When his lips finally claim mine, I taste myself on his tongue. I kiss him deeply, my hands framing his face, holding him to me as if he might disappear.
"I love you," I whisper against his mouth. "I will always love you. And I’m so sorry."
"Shh," he says, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. His gaze is intense, pupils dilated with desire. "You're here now. That's all that matters.”
I look into his eyes, so grateful that he’s willing to forgive me. “I need you inside me. Right this second.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, giving me that sexy smile I love so much.
I feel his cock pressing against my thigh as he shifts above me. He unfastens his pants and pushes them down along with his boxers, his erection springing free. I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his length, feeling him pulse beneath my touch.
Grant positions himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against my wetness. Our eyes lock as he pushes forward, slowly filling me inch by delicious inch. I gasp at the exquisite stretch, my body welcoming him home after our separation.
"Oh my god," he whispers, his voice strained with emotion and desire. He stays perfectly still for a moment, both of us savoring the connection.
Then he begins to move, establishing a gentle rhythm that feels so fucking good. Each thrust is deliberate and measured, his gaze never leaving mine. The intimacy of it—of being joined like this while looking into each other's eyes—brings tears to my eyes.
His pace remains unhurried, each stroke deep and thorough. One hand cradles my face while the other supports his weight, careful of my pregnant belly between us. The tenderness in his expression undoes me completely.
"You're everything to me, baby," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "Everything."
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle slightly, and we both moan at the sensation.
The angle shift sends a jolt of pleasure so intense that I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. Grant speeds up his rhythm, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent. Each movement hits exactly where I need him.
"Right there," I breathe, feeling the tension building again. "Oh god, Grant, right there."
His breathing grows ragged, his movements more urgent as we both chase our release. The couch creaks beneath us, the leather sticking to my heated skin.
"Emma," he groans, and the raw need in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. "I can feel you tightening around me."
My second orgasm builds faster than the first, a white-hot pressure coiling tighter with each thrust. Grant slides his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it in time with his movements inside me. The dual sensation is overwhelming.
"I'm close," I gasp, my body arching beneath him. "I'm so close?—"
The orgasm crashes through me, even more intense than the first. My inner walls clench around him rhythmically, and I feel him stiffen above me.
"Fuck," he groans, his hips jerking against mine as he follows me over the edge. I feel his release, hot and pulsing, filling me completely.
He moves to the side of me, so as to not squash my belly. Thank goodness the couch is super-deep and we both fit easily. He grabs a throw that drapes over the back of the couch and covers us both up.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen out here. Taking you to the bedroom would have made more sense. But I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally.”
We both laugh and I snuggle closer to him, resting my head against his chest.
"I have something to tell you," I say, tracing circles on his skin with my fingertips. "Something happened yesterday, and I'm still processing it."
Grant shifts slightly to look at me, his expression attentive. "What is it?"
