Page 42 of Prognosis Baby Daddy

Much to her amazement, Katya blushed. She had no idea why. He had seen her with fewer clothes than this. But she was conscious of her body’s changes due to the pregnancy. Her hips were a little fuller and her breasts had practically exploded.

She’d always been an A cup. Her breasts had been small but pert, the nipples rosy-tipped and perfectly central. But the baby had expanded them considerably and darkened the nipples to a deep dusky hue.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, stroking the skin from the hollow of her throat down into her cleavage. He zeroed in on the front bra clasp and popped it, watching fascinated as her breasts sprung free. Full and lush and perky.

He noticed the prominent bluey-green veins standing out like a road map against her creamy skin. He traced the biggest one with his finger from the centre of her chest down over the swollen flesh of her left breast, to the edge of her areola. Her nipple puckered.

Katya tried to cover herself. She hated the big veins that had sprung up as her breasts had grown. ‘Don’t,’ she said. ‘They’re horrible, I know.’

Ben shook his head in awe. ‘No, cara. They are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. They are ready for our baby, they are all woman.’

Katya was about to protest again but he lowered his head to a nipple and sucked it into his mouth, and she swayed against him, her knees nearly buckling at such pure sweet erotic agony. His hand covered the other breast and she closed her eyes and let her lead loll back against the doorjamb.

When he lifted his head several long drugging moments later Katya opened her eyes and gazed into his. They looked glazed, drunk with passion, and she felt heady with power. She smiled at him and he smiled back before lifting her quickly away from the doorway, hauling her up into his arms and striding through the villa with her.

She revelled in the smell of his neck and the scratch of his whiskers against her nose and the way he moaned and stumbled when she licked at the pulse beating madly in his neck.

‘Hurry,’ she growled as she pulled his earlobe into her mouth.

Ben eased her down on the bed and stood back to admire how good she looked against his sheets. He saw the glitter in her blue eyes and noticed the uneven rise and fall of her naked breasts. He smiled and ran a finger down the centre of her chest, directly down the middle of her stomach to the edge of her panties.

He continued the trek and pulled the white lacy fabric down as he went. Her teeth bit into her soft full lip and Ben didn’t have to ask, she just lifted her hips and he pulled the scrap of fabric all the way down.

Now she was totally naked before him and she was so beautiful and sexy he didn’t know where to look, where to touch first.

‘Ben!’ She squirmed.

He chuckled. ‘I’m just looking,’ he said. ‘I like to look at you.’

‘What about me? Maybe I like to look at you, too.’

Ben grinned. ‘Your wish is my command.’ And he quickly stripped off his half-undone trousers and followed them with his designer jocks. His erection sprang free and it felt good to have no constraints.

Katya had thought she’d had him fairly represented in her dreams, that her imagination had conjured him up perfectly. But looking at him now, the fantasy paled in comparison. Ben was all male.

Every hard, strong, Italian inch of him.

She reached her arms up and almost fainted from pleasure when he covered her body with his solid male frame. ‘Yes,’ she whispered just before he kissed her.

Their passion ignited. His kisses grew hotter, longer deeper. His mouth left hers and found a nipple and she bucked against him like a bolt of electricity had coursed through her. She whimpered as he created pleasure and pain in equal parts.

‘Please, Ben,’ she begged, grinding her hips against his.

He chuckled and looked up at her from her wet nipple. ‘No, Katya. I want this to be slower this time. Like I should have done it last time. Like I would have if I’d known you were a virgin.’

Katya gave a frustrated growl. ‘My virginity is gone. Too bad. So sad.’

Ben laughed at the appearance of blunt Katya but his eyes widened as he saw a fierce light burn in her eyes.

‘If I don’t feel you inside me now, I’m going to scream.’

‘Katya, cara,’ he said soothingly,’ I want to make sure you are ready.’

Katya laughed. ‘Oh, God. I am, trust me. Can’t you tell?’

He could. His senses swam with a heady mix of cinnamon and aroused woman. Ben saw the desperation, the sexual frustration glittering in her eyes. She was lifting her hips and his erection was rubbing against her hot moist core. He held her gaze as he trailed two fingers down her stomach continuing on through the downy hair to tease her slick entrance.

A wave of heat surged through his body at her readiness, almost blinding him with intensity. ‘Katya,’ he groaned.

---