"I don't know what I'd do without you," I whisper, the words catching in my throat.
Her smile is tender as her hand moves down my chest, fingers trailing slowly and deliberately. She pauses at my stomach, and the anticipation makes my breath hitch. Then her hand slides lower, cupping me through my boxers, and I groan softly.
I moan as her fingers trace the outline of my erection.
"I want to make you come," she whispers, her eyes never leaving mine.
I watch her face as her hand slips inside my boxers and wraps around me, and I have to close my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sensation.
"Look at me," she says.
I open my eyes to find her watching me with such intensity. This isn't just physical—this feels like she’s reclaiming something. Choosing us despite everything Victoria and Samantha tried to destroy.
Her hand moves up and down my shaft slowly, deliberately, and I fight to keep my eyes open, to stay present with her in this moment. To let her see what she does to me.
Her lips find mine again, her tongue teasing at the seam of my mouth as her hand continues its torturous rhythm. I'm already straining against her touch, desperate for more. She breaks the kiss, her mouth moving to my jaw, then my neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touches.
"Oh my god, I need you," I groan as she nips at my collarbone.
She doesn't respond with words. Instead, she looks deeply into my eyes as she shifts lower, her lips pressing against my chest. And she continues to stroke me.
"You're killing me," I whisper, watching as she moves down my body.
Her eyes flick up to meet mine again, dark with desire but also something deeper.
She tugs my boxers down further, freeing me completely. Her breath is warm against my skin as she hovers just above where I need her most. The anticipation is exquisite torture.
"Baby, please." I'm not above begging.
She takes me in her mouth then, and my world narrows to the wet heat of her lips, the soft movements of her tongue. My hand finds her hair, and I dig it into the exquisite silkiness.
My hips buck involuntarily as she takes me deeper, her mouth working me with growing confidence. She holds my gaze the entire time, and there's something profoundly intimate about watching her like this.
"Emma," I warn, my voice strained as the sensation builds. "I'm close..."
She doesn't pull away. Instead, she increases her pace, her hand wrapping around the base of my shaft while her tongue swirls around the head. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a groan, my fingers tightening in her hair.
She takes everything, swallowing as her eyes remain locked with mine.
When she's finished, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and begins to crawl up my body, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes never leave mine as she moves, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"You're incredible," I breathe as she settles on top of me, her face hovering inches from mine.
"I just wanted to show you how much I love you," she whispers, her breath warm against my lips. "I don't want you to doubt it, not for a second."
I reach up to brush hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I don’t.”
She leans in, capturing my lips again in a kiss that's hungrier than before. Her weight shifts as she leans against my body, andI feel the soft cotton of her shirt against my skin. I reach for the hem, needing to feel her without barriers.
"Let me see you," I whisper against her mouth.
She sits up, straddling my hips, and pulls her shirt over her head in one fluid motion. The sight of her surprisingly makes my just-spent cock twitch—her breasts fuller now with pregnancy, nipples darker and more sensitive. When I reach up to cup them, she arches into my touch with a soft gasp.
"Come here," I urge, guiding her higher until she's positioned above my chest.
I take one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently. Emma moans, her hands bracing against the headboard as she hovers over me. I can feel her thighs trembling on either side of me.
I move to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. She's wet already, so ready for me, and I groan against her skin as my fingers find her center. I begin circling her clit with deliberate, gentle pressure, knowing exactly how she likes to be touched. Her hips rock against my hand as she searches for more pressure.
