Her nails dig into my back as I press inside her, slow and deep, her body welcoming me in a way that makes me lose my breath in return. She’s tight, warm, perfect, andmine.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I breathe, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth as her hips tilt, taking me deeper. “You’re too perfect.”
“God,” she gasps, arching under me. “Don’t stop.”
“There’s no god in this room. Only me and you, sweetness.”
I grip her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her open for me like the perfect gift she is. My hips roll into her with slow, deliberate strokes, and I watch her come undone beneath me. Every shake exhale draws me closer to the edge, but I fight to hold back, needing to watch her fall apart first.
Her walls tighten around me, clutching me so perfectly. I press a hand to her stomach, feeling the subtle swell there. Feeling our child between us, something primal and possessive surges through me. It’s a proof of how deeply I’ve claimed her, how she’s mine.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl, thrusting harder, watching her shudder. “So perfect, full of my baby and soon full of my cum.”
She moans my name, her body clenching around me, her head thrown back in pleasure. I don’t stop until she’s gasping and trembling, falling apart beneath me. The moment she comes, I follow right after her, burying myself deep, groaning against her neck.
For a long time, neither of us moves or speaks. Our breaths sync, our hearts pound in sync. I brush my lips over her temple, her cheek, and the corner of her mouth, unable to stop touching her.
When I finally ease back, my hand drifts between her legs, feeling the mess of us leaking out, warm and wet. I trail my fingers along her entrance, watching her shiver at the touch.
“Look at that,” I murmur, my voice full of possessive pride. “All mine.”
A low, sated moan slips from her lips as I ease two fingers inside, pressing some of the cum back into her. Her wallsflutter around the intrusion, still sensitive from my cock. It makes me want to take her again. But I have better plans.
I lift my fingers, slick and coated in us, and drag them over her lower lip. “Open for me, sweetness.”
She parts her lips and her tongue darts out to taste, wrapping around my fingers. My good girl sucks them deep into her mouth, never breaking eye contact. The sight alone nearly undoes me. My cock gives an eager twitch, already stirring back to life, the need to take her all over again strong.
“Good girl,” I praise, pulling my fingers free with a wet pop. I trail them back down between her thighs, brushing over her entrance, where my cum is still leaking.
Her breath catches, hips shifting toward my hand, silently begging for more. I lean down and catch her mouth in a deep, slow kiss, taste of us still lingering on her tongue.
“I love you,” I whisper between kisses. “I love you more than I knew I could love someone.”
Her responding smile is sleepy and sated. “I love you, too.”
And I know no matter how many times I fill and claim her, it’ll never be enough. I’ll always want more.
41
DON’T PUSH IT, WESTERHOLM
HAISLEY
Four months later – first week of July
Pregnancy week 37
The baby is the size of spaghetti squash (Or winter melon or something else, depending on which site you use. Go figure.)
Resting a hand on my round belly, I feel the steady movements of our son shifting inside me. A particularly strong kick makes me suck in a breath, and I glance over at Rasmus in the driver’s seat.
“He’s been extra active today,” I say, rubbing the spot where he kicked. I keep joking he’ll make a good soccer player, but Rasmus isn’t impressed.
He spares me a quick glance and returns his focus to the road. “Guess he knows we’re getting close.”
“Only a few more weeks.”
“How are you feeling?” He asks.
