“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I breathed.
Even after carrying our son, even with the tiny changes that pregnancy and motherhood brought, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Hell, she was more beautiful now than she was at seventeen. There was a confidence in her now, this happiness that made her glow from the inside out.
“So are you,” she said softly, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my chest.
I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it aside. “These are gonna get bigger,” I said, cupping her breasts.
Her eyes twinkled. “Is that all you think about?”
“When it comes to you? Yeah, pretty much.” I leaned down and took one hard peak into my mouth, and she arched beneath me with a soft moan.
I lavished attention on both breasts, kissing and sucking and using my tongue until she was writhing beneath me, her fingers fisted in my hair.
“Weston,” she breathed. “Please.”
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and panties and slid them down her legs, taking my time, kissing every inch of skin I revealed. By the time I tossed them aside, she was panting, her thighs falling open in invitation.
“So perfect,” I murmured, settling between her legs. “So fucking perfect.”
I started with gentle kisses on the insides of her thighs, working my way up slowly, deliberately, until she was practically vibrating with need.
“Stop teasing,” she whimpered.
“Not teasing,” I said against her skin. “Worshipping.”
When I finally put my mouth on her she cried out, her back arching off the bed. I took my time, using my tongue and lips todrive her higher and higher until she was trembling, right on the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmured against her clit, and she shattered, her whole body tensing as she rode out her release.
I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she came down, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs.
“Get up here,” she said breathlessly, reaching for me.
I kissed my way back up her body, pausing to pay special attention to her breasts again before capturing her mouth. She moaned, tasting herself on my lips.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered against my mouth.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I shed my jeans and boxers in record time, then settled back between her thighs. She was so wet, so ready.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel so good.”
“You too,” she breathed, her legs wrapping around my waist. “So good.”
I started to move, slow and deep, savoring every stroke. This wasn’t about getting off quick and dirty—this was about worshipping the woman who gave me everything I ever wanted.
“I love you,” I murmured against her ear, my hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had her gasping beneath me.
“I love you too,” she whispered back. “So much.”
I shifted the angle slightly, hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Right there,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t dream of it.
I kept the pace steady, my cock sliding in and out of her heat while I used my thumb to circle her clit.
