Page 78 of Burden to Bear

“So good.”

“Do you want more?”

My fingers plunged inside, forcing a moan to crawl up Mia’s throat. “Yes, Brock. Please.”

Pulling my head back slightly so I could look at her face, I said, “I don’t have any condoms with me.”

Mia stopped squirming, stared at me, and asked, “Do I have to be worried about any diseases?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. I haven’t been with anybody since I was last tested.”

She reached for my jeans, her knuckles brushing up against the skin just above the waistband. With a knowing smile, she whispered, “That makes two of us.”

This woman was everything I could have hoped to have. As she worked at the fly of my jeans, I felt a new wave of anticipation wash over me. I’d never wanted anything in my life more than I wanted her.

Mia got my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, but she needed me to help when she began pushing them and my underwear down. I had no choice but to pull my fingers from her body and shift myself in the bed once again to remove my remaining clothes.

When I was left with nothing on, Mia’s eyes roamed appreciatively over my body. Her gaze was hungry as it settled on my cock. If it was possible, I was certain I grew even more turned on.

Mia reached her hand out, curled her fingers around my length, and asked, “Is this for me?”

The corners of my mouth tipped up as my palm hit the mattress beside her body, and I leaned in to kiss her. “Only for you.”

With her lips against mine and her fingers still wrapped around me, Mia offered a firm stroke and said, “I can’t wait any longer to feel you inside me.”

Never wanting to disappoint her, needing to feel her just as much as she wanted to feel me, I didn’t delay. I moved my body between her parted thighs, positioned myself at her entrance, and lifted my gaze to hers as I pushed inside.

Mia’s lips parted, and my fingertips bit down firmly on her thighs. Once I’d pushed all the way inside, I remained rooted there for several beats. I might have gotten myself off regularly ever since I’d started feeling an attraction to Mia, but it had been just a few months shy of a year since I’d been inside a woman. And even that last experience hadn’t compared to being with Mia. The last thing I wanted was for this to end before I had the chance to not only satisfy her but also enjoy her.

Mia seemed to know what I needed, because she waited patiently, her fingertips running gently over the skin on my arms, shoulders, chest, and abdomen. And once I’d reined in some of the excitement I’d been feeling, I moved. I drew my hips back before thrusting forward again. After several slow strokes, I groaned, “Fuck, Mia. You feel so good.”

She moaned in response before she begged, “Harder, Brock. Please, I’ve wanted this for far too long.”

I indulged her by honoring her request and giving it to her harder. Three more strokes, and we were both caught up in it.

Touching.

Teasing.

Tasting.

Months of longing, chemistry, and tension had brought us to this point, and it was nothing short of amazing. It was even better than I had imagined or hoped it would be.

Moving inside her, listening to her moans, feeling her soft touch, and finally having this connection with her felt like being handed the greatest gift.

And even though she seemed to have some concerns about taking this step while pregnant, there wasn’t anything for her to be worried about. I was still insanely attracted to her, and while it would be impossible not to be when she was naked, I realized a big part of the attraction had nothing to do with the way she looked.

I loved her.

I loved her like I’d never loved another woman.

To finally have the privilege to touch and taste her felt like a gift I didn’t deserve. My hands roamed, my mouth frequently sought out hers, and Mia never stopped moaning.

We’d built each other up so effortlessly that when her moans turned to quick whimpers and her breathing became shallow, I felt a wave of relief come over me. She was just as close as I was.

“Are you going to come, Mia?”

“Brock, I’m so close,” she panted.

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