Page 147 of Mine to Worship

His dimples appear. He places her on my chest for her feeding and places her in her crib afterwards. He climbs in bed, wraps me in his arms and says, “Three more weeks.”

“You’re still counting?”

“Down to the second.”

“I heard it will be awkward.”

“Oh, believe me after all these months, I don’t even care if it resembles sex.”

“Kian,” I say as I elbow him, and he places a kiss on my temple.

With a newborn, days and nights blend in.

We change and go to Dr. Lopez for the six-week check-up. Both me and the baby are doing well and our baby is in perfect parameters.

“So you’re good to go,” the doctor says.

The entire drive home, Kian grins at everything, from the cars we pass by, to the people on the streets, to the traffic lights, humming and tapping a finger on the wheel.

I roll my eyes and dig my teeth into my lip to hide my amusement.

Back at home, he puts our baby to sleep and bends over her crib. I try to listen to what he tells her, but all I can make out is please, and I owe you big.

“What are you up to, huh?” I ask from the doorframe.

“Oh angel, we both know, so there is really no need to play coy, because if I don’t get inside you soon, my dick might fall off.”

My hand flies to my mouth to hide the laughter bubbling on the surface.

“That’s some visual. What if she wakes up?”

“I’ll be racing back in here fast. A few thrusts, you have my word.”

I laugh and cover my mouth so as not to wake our baby, wanting him just as much. The atmosphere shifts when our eyes meet. His desire mirrors mine, the air between us cracking with carnal need. He prowls over to me, lifts me, and throws me over his shoulder. He slaps me on my ass and runs down the stairs with me, dropping me on the couch. His eyes dilate with insatiable hunger, and my heart skips, trips, and catches all beats. My skin sizzles in anticipation. It's been so long. The physical need for each other has grown with each day that it threatens to tip over. Kian hasn’t even touched me yet, but his intense gaze alone is promise enough to make my body shudder, and my thighs squeeze together.

Our eyes lock, love and the promise of pleasure heating the space between us. The madness of our love, the bond that chains us together, and the desire to have each other in every possible way, erupt.

It’s like my first time with him, but a hundred times better.

“I am nervous,” I confess.

“Don’t be, it’s just us,” he says, his forehead on mine, his lips finding mine, our tongues meeting. He peels my shirt and shorts off me. I lie naked in front of him, and his eyes bolster my confidence even if my body is not the same as it was.

“You’re beautiful, perfect, a fucking goddess.”

He brings my body alive with his fingers and mouth.

“I missed this,” he says, his hands on my body turning it into clay for him to mold. The initial nerves scraping at my belly disintegrate.

He gets on his knees, spreads my legs, and buries his head between my thighs. Pleasure stars pop on my vision. My hands tug at his hair, my body arching with every lick of his tongue.

“Come on my tongue like the good angel you are.”

I buck under him. His mouth and thumb circling my clit bring me to orgasm. I am dizzy with the relief, high on the endorphins. I’m not lying down but levitating in an air of pleasure.

He kisses my pussy and one thigh then the other, worshiping my skin. His tender touch makes me an emotional mess on top of being boneless from my orgasm. He stands up and takes himself out of his sweatpants. My mouth fills with saliva and my body trembles with anticipation. He strokes the head of his cock and pre cum leaks from the tip, just as eager to fill me, like I am to feel him rocking me from inside. His eyes trail from my drenched pussy and up my body to my breasts.

“I want a taste,” he says, his voice lowering with sheer hunger.

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