We pull into the house I’ve been living in, but neither of us moves to go inside.
I decide to take a chance.
“Take me inside, Adam, and show me how all in you are,” I murmur.
The air around us gets heavy, like we’ve both stopped breathing and there’s nothing but sexual tension left to cloud the space.
“You’re sure?”
“So sure,” I breathe.
Adam scrambles out his door and races around to mine. He rips the door open, unbuckles me, and helps me out before sweeping his arm under my legs and carrying me inside the house. Once he sets me down on the bed, I start to undress before he stops me with his hand.
“Please, let me do it. I just … God, Claire, I want to devour you and worship you all at the same time. But I need to go slow with you. I need to savor this.”
My heart pounds in my chest; I’m unsure of how to respond.
“Yes,” I murmur, staring at the intensity in his eyes. I didn’t realize how much I missed this, missedhim.
Adam’s gentle touch slides up my legs, and he hooks his fingers into my waistband, pulling it down just over my bump. He takes his time, his hands spanning the width of my belly before he presses a kiss to it. “I’m so in love with this tiny human already.”
I can’t help it; I grip his hair, keeping him close to me.
“I never thought I’d be so lucky.” He presses another kiss when he feels a kick. When his eyes meet mine, I can tell immediately whatever he says next will break me. “Thank you for giving me this incredible gift. I will show you every single day just how grateful I am for you and this baby, if you let me.”
No words happen after that. My leggings are slowly slid down the rest of my legs and thrown off to the side. The same goes for my shirt. When I’m lying there in nothing but my utilitarian boy shorts and comfortable bra, he moves to quickly strip himself of everything except his boxer briefs.
“I’m not going to lie. Pregnancy has done really good things to your breasts.”
His words make me laugh.
“They are so fucking huge. I’m over it.” I shake my head, still laughing as he takes my bra off.
“Are they super sensitive?” His hands travel up my torso, gently cupping my breasts.
My back arches at how good it feels. “In a good way.” I moan.
“Fuck.” He blows out a steadying breath.
When his fingers roll my nipples, I know I’m screwed. It’s been too long, and everything is different since the last time we had sex. It all feels like too much yet somehow not enough.
“More.” I moan, squirming to get more.
Adam straddles my pelvis then turns his whole focus on my breasts. He kisses, nips, rolls, and tweaks them until I’m trying to move my hips against his. My hands grab his thighs in an attempt to hold onto something. When the pleasure crashes through my body like a wave, I barely hold back my scream.
“Holy shit.” I pant, trying to figure out what just happened.
That’s when Adam shifts down, throwing my legs over his thighs and grinding into my still-covered pussy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants as he comes apart.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as powerful as I do right this minute. That is until he yanks down my panties, shifting to his knees and licking me damn near ass to clit. He moans against my neck, making me clench tight.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He stands up, dropping his sticky boxer briefs and not bothering to clean up at all, before hekneels in front of me again. He’s still hard, which might be the most shocking thing about this whole day. “Jesus, Claire, you’re making me crazy.” He taps my clit with his dick before he notches at my entrance and smoothly slides fully inside of me. It’s slow, powerful, and all-consuming at the same time.
All I can do is hold on andfeel.
My head goes blank for the first time in years.
I allow Adam to show me how a woman is supposed to feel with a man she’s falling for. Because that’s what I’m doing, right? I’ve been falling for him ever since I met him. Regardless of how everything started for us, I know without a doubt that he’s a good man. He’s what I hoped for in a partner but never realized I could actually have.
