Page 77 of Burden to Bear

“Stunning,” I said, cutting her off. There wasn’t a chance I was going to allow her to get inside her head about the way she looked. I knew she was pregnant, and I didn’t care. I thought she was beautiful. “Mia, you have to trust me. I think you are incredibly sexy. I can’t wait to see all of you, to touch every inch of your gorgeous body.”

“You’re making it difficult to feel nervous or worried,” she murmured.

“Good. Because you have no reason to feel nervous or worried about anything,” I said, bringing my hands to the hem of her shirt and slowly lifting it up. Once I had it over her head and tossed it aside, my eyes dropped to her breasts.

Mia noticed. “They’re a bit larger than normal.”

“They’re perfect.”

Then again, everything about her was perfection.

Seemingly motivated by my words, Mia reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and allowed it to fall to the floor.

Instinctively, my hands reached out to cup her breasts, my thumbs swiping over her nipples.

“Oh, God,” she panted, her legs buckling and forcing her to reach out to hold on to my arm.

Whether she was always this sensitive or everything was heightened because of the pregnancy, I didn’t know. But I figured it was best to be on the safe side. I stopped moving my thumbs, released her breasts, and said, “I think it might be best if you get in the bed.”

“I’m sorry… it’s just… it’s been a long time since I?—”

“I know. But you’re not alone in that, so you don’t need to apologize,” I told her, taking her by the hand and helping her into the bed.

Her body was only slightly reclined by the time she was fully settled in the bed. She had a mass of pillows behind her back, propping her up. And since she seemed comfortable that way, I didn’t try to move her.

Instead, I climbed into the bed beside her and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Better?”

“Yeah. Except…”

“Except what?”

She smiled at me. “I think I’m going to need some help getting these bottoms off.”

I grinned. “I’d be honored.”

My hands went to Mia’s hips, where my fingers curled around the waistband of her shorts. Mia did her best to lift her hips just enough for me to get her bottoms down over her ass.

I tossed the shorts and her underwear toward the foot of the bed and kept my eyes on her body. “You’re so beautiful, Mia. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Mia reached her hand out and wrapped it around the back of my neck. She tugged me in her direction, urging my mouth toward hers. And once I was there, her tongue dueling with mine, one of my hands landed on her thigh and wandered north.

The higher my fingers crawled up her leg, the tighter her grip on my neck became. And the second I touched her between her legs, Mia tore her mouth from mine and a guttural moan escaped.

Her head had dropped back, leaving her neck exposed, so while my fingers continued to play, my lips brushed up against the soft skin on the front of her throat.

Mia squirmed beside me, her hips moving against my hand. “Brock,” she moaned.

My name coming past her lips in that voice was all the encouragement I needed. I shifted myself in the bed, my tongue blazing a path from her throat down her chest to one of her breasts. As I teased her nipple, licking and sucking on it, I slipped one finger inside her and was rewarded with a moan like no other.

Hearing her, feeling just how wet she was, I smiled against her skin. My desire to please her skyrocketed. I wanted more of it. I was going to take everything she had to give.

So, I slid a second finger inside her and pressed my thumb to her clit, my mouth never leaving her body.

Mia was writhing, her fingertips grasping for any part of me she could reach, where her nails would sink into my flesh.

“Brock, please,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I released her breast from my mouth, continued to play with her pussy, and kissed up her neck and along her jaw until I made it to her ear. “Does it feel good?” I asked.

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