“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his eyes looking up at me under long lashes.
I bite my lip and nod. “Maybe. They’ve been tender, but I love feeling your mouth on me.”
He gives me a wicked grin. “There’s plenty more, Kitty Kat, for my mouth to explore. If we need to avoid your perfect boobs for now, we will.”
Featherlight, he brushes his lips over my skin, and it pebbles underneath him. I gasp and arch, because instead of the pain I expected, I feel only pleasure.
“Again.”
He makes a second pass, slightly harder this time, his tongue darting out to swirl around my nipple.
“Yes,” I groan, threading my hands through his hair.
I assume he’s going to stay there a while, but Hunter surprises me again. With one final stroke of his tongue, he slides down, pressing open kisses all over my stomach as his hands come up to stroke across it again.
There’s none of his usual dirty talk, no directing me into crazy positions or any of the other borderline kinky things we’ve explored in the past. Tonight his every touch, his every movement, speaks of love.
It’s perfect. And yet, I want more. Which is why I reach down and grab his arms, attempting to tug him up my body. He comes willingly but holds himself up instead of blanketing me with his weight like I want him to.
“I need you, Hunter,” I whine.
“And I need to taste you.” His eyes flash with pent-up need, then he’s breaking free from my hold and settling his wide chest between my legs. “Your body is creating life. A fucking miracle. And I’m going to make damn sure I worship the fuck out of every inch of you.”
He punctuates his statement with a strong sweep of his tongue up my slit and I cry out his name. My hands grip his hair as he devours me like a starving man would a feast. He doesn’t let up, licking and sucking me until my head is thrashing on the pillow and my legs are shaking.
“Give it to me, Kitty Kat. Come for me.”
The heavy growl of his voice pushes me over the edge, and I scream my way through the most powerful orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced.
He stays with me, gently stroking my sex as I come down from the high. I’m so out of it, I don’t even realize he’s stretched out beside me until he shifts, and his rigid cock nudges my leg. Reaching one hand down, I wrap my fingers around it, earning a groan as his forehead hits mine.
“Is it safe?” he asks quietly, a hesitant vulnerability filling the space between us. I know better than to tease him for a question I’m sure a lot of men wonder about when their partners get pregnant.
“Completely safe,” I whisper back, then pushing myself up to sit, I give him another stroke up and down his length, swirling the pre-cum leaking from him around the tip. Lifting one leg, I swing it over his legs so I’m straddling him, placing my hands on his chest. I can feel the thump-thump-thump of his heart, beating just as fast as mine. Shifting forward, I reach down and line him up with my entrance. Then slowly, painfully slow, I ease back as we both groan quietly.
My hips begin to rock back and forth. Hunter’s hands grip my hips tightly, his eyes sweeping up and down my body as if he’s trying to memorize the sight of me.
“It still blows my mind that you love me,” he says hoarsely. I bend down and kiss his lips softly.
“You deserve all the love in the world. I’m the lucky one who gets to give it to you.”
We continue to whisper sweet things to each other as I leisurely move my hips. The urgency I felt before is gone, and now I want to stay here, full of Hunter, forever.
But he’s got other plans, judging by how his hips are starting to thrust up to meet mine. “I can’t hold on, babe. You feel too good. It’s been too long.”
I can’t hold back my whimper because I’m still chasing after my own orgasm. Granted, it’s my second, but still. Hunter hears what I’m not saying out loud and slows down his own movements before slipping one hand around to my front and landing his thumb on my clit. He strums back and forth expertly, and the combined sensations are exactly what I need.
“Oh God, Hunter. I’m coming. Keep going, please.”
He grunts and pulses up into me once, twice, then shudders into his own climax seconds before my body tightens and releases, waves of heat crashing over me as I clench around him. I can’t hold myself up any longer, I’m so drained in the most perfect way, so I let go and collapse onto his chest, his strong arms coming around to hold me, never letting go, even after we clean up and drift off to sleep.
He’ll never let me go.
Chapter eight
Hunter
Finding out we’re having a baby did temporarily make me forget the anxiety I feel about standing up in front of a whole lot of people on Sunday. But now that I’ve started to wrap my head around the idea of being a dad, all those nerves come roaring back. I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll do something or say something stupid and embarrass myself, or I’ll be too emotional, or not emotional enough.
