When my kisses move down her jaw and to her neck, she moans and arches her back. My hand slides down her back, gripping her ass hard and pulling her closer to me.
Her chuckle makes me stop for a second.
“Sorry, sorry. My bump is getting in the way.”
“Never,” I murmur, my lips still moving across her skin. “I love the feel of it. Knowing that I did this to you.”
“That’s very”—she gasps as I grind against her—“caveman of you.”
“You like it.”
“I actually do.”
I jolt up, realizing where we are. “Bed. We need the bed.” I scramble up before I turn back and pick up my woman.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Claire grumbles.
“Say that again, and I’m putting you on all fours and spanking the shit out of you. I can carry my woman, even when she’spregnant.” I have no clue where this version of me has come from, but I can’t care about it right now.
Now, I get to worship the woman I’m gone for, the mother of my child, and the woman I want to live a better life for.
“Holy shit, you’re very hot right now,” Claire says, eyes wide.
I have no other words. My mind is overwhelmed by having Claire in my bed. I didn’t think I’d get her back, let alone have a baby with her.
My shirt comes off within seconds. My pants take a second to actually get off before I kick them to the side and strip out of my boxer briefs. Standing in front of Claire naked, I don’t feel exposed.
I feelwanted. Like for the first time in my life, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m not chasing anything. I’m not running from anything.
Her hands move to lift her shirt, but I shake my head.
“No, Claire baby. I get to undress you.” Her head shakes, but I stop her as my hand drags up her leg. “Please. Let me do this. Let me show you exactly how I feel about you.”
Her legs rub together as she squirms.
My hand unbuttons her jeans and slowly slides them down her legs. I leave her panties on because I’m afraid I’ll just attack her immediately if I don’t, and I need to take my time with her.
Next, while my hands never leave her soft skin, I push up her T-shirt over the bump I still can’t get over. My hand strokes over the stretched skin. It’s so perfect, so overwhelmingly incredible, that I can barely handle it.
“I’m going to get stretch marks,” Claire murmurs.
“I’ll kiss every single one. They make you stronger. They show how fucking incredible it is that you grew our baby.” My voice cracks.
Framing her bump with my hands, I lean forward and kiss right where her belly button is.
A wobble of her bump makes me look up to see tears running down the sides of her face.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Happy tears.” She hiccups through her smile.
“Good. I’m in awe of you, Claire Daniels. I’m so damn lucky to have found you, however it happened.” My hands continue up, lifting her shirt up. Her breasts are practically falling out of her bra, giving me my next target.
I help her sit up, tossing her T-shirt to the side once it’s finally off. Her bra is next. Once she’s only in her panties, I have to sit back onto my heels and squeeze the base of my cock so I don’t blow immediately.
“You okay?” Claire asks with a grin.
“I’ll be okay if I can actually hold off my orgasm.Shit, Claire.I didn’t realize how much your body had changed. I’m dying to get inside of you.”
