“God, April,” he rasps, voice rough as gravel, “I need you so fucking bad.”
I pull at his shirt, yanking it up and off, needing his skin on mine. My fingers roam over his chest, all hard muscle and inked lines. The beat of his heart wild under my palm. I drop my hands to his jeans, undoing the button with urgency. He gives me that crooked grin, eyes dark as he kicks off his clothes, cock already thick and flushed between us.
He pushes my jeans down my hips, yanking my panties with them. I’m completely bare to him, his gaze burning over every inch of me…eyes lingering at the swollen curve of my belly. He kneels, pressing his mouth where our baby girl is growing.
“So, fucking perfect.”
He backs me up, till I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. From there, he begins trailing kisses down, lips soft on my inner thigh.
He grips my thighs, spreading me open until I’m exposed, bare and throbbing beneath his hungry gaze. “Beautiful,” he breathes, reverence and raw need tangled in every word. Then his mouth is on me, tongue plunging deep to taste every slick inch. He feasts on me, lips sealing over my clit, sucking hard, then teasing with slow, torturous circles that make my hips jerk helplessly. His tongue flicks and presses, I grind shamelessly against his face, desperate for more, for everything he’ll give.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling just right, finding that spot that makes me see stars. I come undone on his tongue, body shuddering, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. “Ben…Ben, please…” I sob, thighs trembling as I fall apart, soaking his mouth.
He comes up, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, eyes hooded and glazed. “Good girl. I want you just like this. Ruined for anyone else.”
He positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock gliding through my wetness, teasing me with every slow stroke. I realize I’m too close to the edge, so I scoot back on the bed,letting my legs fall open, inviting him in. He keeps rubbing along my slick folds, dragging out the anticipation.
“Look at me,” he growls, “I want to watch you while I fuck you.”
As soon as our eyes meet, he slowly begins to push inside me.
I gasp, “God, Ben. You’re so big.” The feel of him stretching me wide punches the air from my lungs. I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging as he pushes deeper, filling me completely. He bottoms out and pauses, letting me feel every thick, perfect inch.
He sets a rhythm that turns into deep, powerful thrusts that rock the bed, headboard thumping the wall. He braces himself with one hand splayed protectively over my belly, the other tangled in my hair, guiding my mouth to his.
The room instantly fills with the sound of skin slapping, our ragged breathing, and my choked moans. The world narrows to just this moment. Ben inside me, fucking me, claiming me over and over until I’m shaking, begging for more.
He shifts, angling his hips so every stroke rubs right against that spot inside. I’m close again, nerves buzzing, thighs locked around his waist.
“Touch yourself,” he orders, voice hoarse.
I obey, hand snaking between us, circling my clit as he pounds into me. The pressure builds, unbearable and electric, until I break. Coming around him, my pussy clamping down so tight he curses.
“Fuck, April.” He groans my name, burying himself as deep as he can until he’s spilling inside me, filling me. He stays there, head bowed against my shoulder, both of us gasping.
He collapses next to me, his hand never leaving my body…tracing the curve of my belly, to the Lilyes on my hip.
He pulls the blanket over us, kisses my temple, and whispers, “I love you. I want this forever. I want you, our baby, all of it.”
I turn into him, still raw, still reeling. “I love you too, Ben. I always will.”
We eventually fall asleep, our bodies entwined, hearts beating in sync, the promise of everything we’ve survived humming between us.
This is real.
This is home. The place I’m wanted.
And for the first time, I truly believe it.
Epilogue
Ben
Hospital roomsnever look like the movies. Here, it’s all blinding white and stainless steel, little stick-on monitors blinking from every corner. But none of that registers.
All I see is her.
She’s impossibly small. My hand could easily cover her whole back, and the thought of it makes my chest ache. There’s a little splash of dark hair on her forehead, more than I expected. Her skin is soft, red, a little wrinkled.
