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“Are you horny, sugar?” I hear fabric drop to the floor and the clinking of his belt buckle.

I pull myself to my elbows and regard the man in front of me. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, belt undone, toeing off his boots. Is he playing with me? “If you must know, yes.”

My eyes fall to the movement near his crotch. He slowly drags the zipper down. I skim my eyes over his solid chest. Smooth tanned skin, decorated with colorful art. The ache that I just thought I handled is back. I rub my legs together, trying to ease the intensity of this feeling. He glides his hands between his jeans and his hips, pushing them down until they drop. I balk at the scene before me. Sin, in all his naked glory. He tilts his head, a smile tugs at his lips and then he gives me a wink. His hand rests at my ankle and slowly starts up my leg.

“Are you handling the problem with your pink wand of wonder, or do you need help?”

“I think it’s called a rabbit, and he seems to be handling my problem just fine.” I pull myself up towards the headboard, trying to distance myself from him.

He slowly shakes his head as his glare intensifies. "Why didn’t you come to me?” I yelp as he grabs my other ankle and pulls me to him. “You know you can always come to me.” His eyes blaze with emotion as he takes in my exposed form. He licks his lips then his hands travel from my thighs, up over my waist up, taking the shirt with it. I feel the whoosh over my face as he rips the fabric from my body. Leaving me bare. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he rasps.

His hands lightly travel over the swell of my breasts. The hardened buds of my nipples are sensitive to his touch. I whimper as the toughness of his fingers dance along my skin. My back arches as his hands continue to travel down my body. The pull between my legs goes from moderate to severe. “Please.”

“Please what, sugar?” I feel his breath on my breasts. They ache with heavy need to feel his mouth upon them. He places gentle kisses along my flesh. “I thought you had your problem handled. Isn’t that what you said, baby? Hmm?”

“No! No, I didn’t have it handled. Okay?” He chuckles. “I'm trying to give you a break. I didn’t want you to get tired of me.” I whimper as he continues to work my flesh. Damn him.

“I’m never going to going to tire of this. Because this,” His fingers find their way to my heated core. “Is mine.” He pushes into my already swollen pussy. I cry out in relief. “So fucking ready.” He pulls my nipple into his mouth and my core clenches.

I find his fingers between my legs and urge him to apply more pressure. “Sin,” I plead. I open my eyes and gaze at him above me. My imagination didn’t do the real thing justice. The depths of his eyes pull me in.

“I love you, Savannah.”

I swallow the emotion. “I love you too.”

He shifts between my legs. He cups my face with his hands and places his warm mouth to mine, engulfing me with his kiss. The movement of his mouth on mine draws me in. The moment I feel his dick enter me, I gasp in his mouth. He pulls away from my lips and watches me as he continues to move in and out. The push and pulls stirs the beginning of my climax. “I love you. Always you, only you.” He tells me as he watches the emotions roll through me. He pulls slowly, pushing back in just as slow. Working me. The passion that’s radiating off him is intoxicating. My climax ripples through me, slow and steady. Tears well in my eyes.

“Shh.” He pushes my hair from my face. He hikes my leg upon his hip, pulling me closer. “Savannah.” He whispers my name.

“I love you.” I grind into him as he thrusts into me. “I need you.” I grab at his shoulders, clawing my nails along his slick skin.

“Gentle, Savannah. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“Please.” I continue to buck beneath him.

He picks up his pace and his thrusts become quicker, with more force. I moan as I feel him reach the hilt and pull back only to come back at me with the same force as before. Drawing up as far as my stomach will allow, I take his mouth with mine.

“Fuck.” he says against my lips. I open my eyes and see the concentrated stare. He holds so much love in the depths of his blue orbs. He pushes into me deeper. With his continued assault, I explode around him. I call his name as my orgasm crests. He curses and moans as he follows with his own release. Resting his forehead to mine, his breaths are labored. The gentle movement of him between my legs has me jolting with sensitive pleasure. “I don’t want to move,” he tells me. I know the feeling. He kisses my nose, the corners of my mouth, down my jawline until he reaches my neck, then continues the process all over again.

“So good.” He hums in agreement.

He pulls away from me and stares into my eyes. “Is your problem handled now?”

A laugh breaks from my chest. Nodding my head, I answer. “Yes. I believe it is.”

“You gonna throw that thing away now?”

“I don’t think so.” I feel him buck against me. “I still haven’t tried the rabbit speed.”

“Well fuck me, sugar. I may have to watch that one too.”

It’s been two weeks since I caught her trying to give me a break with that damn pink vibrator. It makes me laugh that she thinks making love to her is like work to me. Nothing could be further than the truth. If it were possible, I’d spend every hour of every day buried deep in her sweet heat. Let me tell you, that pink tool has continued to collect dust. My girl is only getting off on my cock and nothing else. I don’t give a shit if I’m in the middle of a build, if she’s horny, then it’s my job to scratch that itch. I’ve quickly learned her facial expression, and now that I know them, I feel like a bigger dick because she’s had the same look on her face from day one. Needless to say, the shop is very familiar to our sex-capades, because over the two past weeks it has seen plenty of it.

I look to my right and see her staring out the window, lost in thought. Her rusty brown hair is gathered in a loose braid. Her breasts have continued to grow, as has her stomach. Jenni and my mother make sure she’s eating right and with her lack of nausea, she’s finally gaining the proper weight. Last week she was complaining about a sharp pain she felt every now and then. It didn’t settle too great with me so I took it upon myself to give Doc a call with our concerns. Doc assured me that it’s a normal part of her body changing.

When we spoke, he encouraged me to make an appointment with an actual baby doctor. Someone is going to have to be there during delivery. Doc wanted to be there, but he didn’t want to be the one doing the actual delivery. It’s not his place and he didn’t want to risk Savannah or our baby. Ours. Based on his recommendation, yesterday we met with an actual OBGYN. I knew Savannah wanted the words of a specialist to ease her mind on how the pregnancy is coming along and she got her reassurance. The baby is on track and thriving in the security of her mamma’s belly.

“Where are we going?” she finally asks. I was hoping we’d get where we were going before the questions started.