Page 34 of The Homewrecker's Fate

Brax pulled away, seeming to sense that my head wasn’t in the game anymore. “You okay? Was that too much?”

“No, it was perfect. Can I be honest?”

“I prefer it.”

“Well, everything that happened has my head a bit twisted and I find myself kind of going crazy with doubt and worry all the time,” I tapped the side of my head. “Up here, you know? It’s like I can’t shut the voices down that scream at me that I’m not enough to be a first choice and that all the baggage I bring to the table will…”

Brax didn’t let me finish before he slammed his lips down on mine again. That time, he pulled me closer, until I had no choice but to move into his embrace and straddle his lap. His hands wandered down my body and rested at my hips where he tugged me in close before releasing our kiss.

“Does any of that feel like I’m concerned about your baggage or like you’re my second choice?”

I shook my head.

“Nope. Avi, I get it. It pisses me off that Rich fucked with your head so bad, Mel’s too for that matter. It angers me that two beautiful women, one my best friend and the other I have high hopes for a future with, have to doubt everything good that comes their way. I don’t want you to doubt. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Now, unless you have a problem with where this is going, we’re going to turn those thoughts off and turn your body on until you can get lost in us the same way I am.”

“No problems,” I whispered before my lips were once again claimed.

Brax left a trail of wanton desire from my lips to my jawline before he nibbled on my ear. He took his time working that talented mouth down my neck. The man stopped and paid greater attention to every area that caused me to shiver, moan, or lean in closer. It was the first time I realized in a conscious way that a man was paying such close attention to my needs and what felt good.

My past lovers had gotten me off, but Brax was making an art out of lighting up every single erogenous zone I had, some that I hadn’t been aware of before. “Oh shit!” I murmured as Brax found his way down my body to where my belly rounded out with my baby. His hands wrapped around my bump and held it in such a protective way, that I wanted to cry. It was something I’d always envisioned Rich doing when we spoke about the possibilities of me having his baby.

Brax kissed right in the center of my belly and then his eyes came up to meet mine. “Your dress is in the way, sweetheart.” His husky voice made my insides tingle.

“Maybe we should move it then?” I questioned, though it came out breathy and more like a statement. Braxton’s fingers hooked the bottom of my dress and gently pulled it up my body. He trailed his fingers along my sensitized skin while maintaining a slow and steady progression. The crazy man placed a kiss on my panty-covered pussy before leaning over me to trail kisses up my belly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into my skin while kissing further up as he revealed more of my body. When he got back up to my bra-covered breasts he placed one gentle kiss on the skin just between them above where my bra closed everything else off. Then, he lifted the dress the rest of the way over my head before his lips crashed down on mine once more.

“Still okay?” He asked against my lips after he pulled away. I shook my head. “What’s wrong?” Immediately Brax was on alert and ready to step back. That was my cue to assure him all was well except the fact that he was still fully dressed, and I was down to my underwear.

I tugged his shirt, and the smart man took the hint and yanked it over his head. Once it was gone, he leaned in and placed our bodies close enough that we were skin-to-skin and the warmth he exuded sank right into me. My hands slowly trailed down his chest where there was a sprinkling of light brown hair, only slightly darker than what grew on his head. “These too,” I suggested as my fingers fumbled through opening the button on his jeans before managing to slowly glide the zipper down.

Brax took over after that and removed his shoes, pants, and everything else before he locked our bodies together once again. His deft fingers worked at my bra’s closure and released it quicker than I could have done myself. In the same slow-paced way he dispensed me of my dress, Braxton slid the straps down my shoulders and allowed the silky contraption to fall free of its own accord as he leaned in and worshiped each peaked tip.

“So dark and lovely,” he commented absently before moving from one to the other. I groaned as he nipped gently before suckling again. “I hope you want lots of kids, Avi.”

“What? Why?” I struggled to wrap his meaning around my sluggish brain.

His dark chuckle was followed quickly by another nip before his fingers worked under the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my legs in a movement so sensuously slow it almost felt like torture. The light brush of his fingertips against my skin as he moved the garment free of my body created more gooseflesh in their wake.

“I just unlocked a new fetish and it’s your gorgeous pregnant body with those dusky nipples, this glow on your skin…” His fingers trailed back up my body after he divested me of my panties. “This beautiful bump.” He placed a kiss there again. “The flush of your skin, and the way every inch of you is so wonderfully sensitive.”

“Brax.” His name was a whimper of needy desire on my lips until he managed to kiss it all away. No, that wasn’t quite right. He kissed it better and made the ache worse all at once.

“Need to taste all of you,” he whispered in my ear before laying me back, propped slightly on the pillows around us, so that I would be more comfortable. Then he moved until his shoulders were pushing my legs apart and my cheeks burned with both desire and embarrassment as he took in every bit of what was between my legs. Brax ran his hands through the hair I hadn’t bothered to remove since I couldn’t really see to do it anymore without trying to move my belly out of the way.

“Like this,” he groaned as he grabbed a tuft of my curls and tugged. Considering I’d kept myself mostly smooth and otherwise well-trimmed over the years, I’d never known that could be a turn on, but it was. That quick tug sent a pulse through my pussy that Braxton didn’t miss. “Yeah, baby, you like that.” His eyes came up to meet mine just as he opened his mouth and licked up my seam. I watched as his eyes closed and he moaned his delight. “Sweeter than in my dreams,” he murmured before diving back in. Braxton worked over my pussy with his tongue, gentle nips of his teeth, and the occasional tug from his fingers on the little bit of hair that had grown back in down there. Then he slipped a finger into my weeping sex and I nearly shot off like a rocket. “That’s it sweetheart, feel it all.”

I didn’t know if it was the sensual way he had taken care to undress me, the patience in seeking out each of my erogenous zones and giving them attention, the pregnancy hormones or what, but as Brax added another finger and curled them while pumping in and out of me, my body blew apart into tiny little particles of pure bliss. My baby bump tightened with the orgasm and then eased off again as Brax slid his body along mine until his cock was notched at my entrance.

“You still good?”

I nodded and he leaned in to kiss the answer from my lips. “Words, sweetheart.”

“I want you, Brax.” There was no more hesitation on his part. He slid inside me, and we both moaned our pleasure at finally coming together like that. Brax was cautious not to put his weight on my belly as he stroked in deeper. While he wasn’t as long as Rich had been, the man had him beat in girth by a longshot.

“So full,” I complained. It wasn’t really a complaint, but it felt as though it was my first time all over again minus that initial sting of pain. I grabbed hold of his hips and held him to me at his deepest point while my body relaxed around him, stretching to accommodate his size.

“Good?” He asked, though we both knew he could feel when my muscles eased their too-tight hold on his cock. I nodded and then nipped at his shoulder. My hands trailed up from his hips across his back and then gripped onto the back of his shoulders as he pulled out and stroked back in using the same languid pace he had when stripping me of my clothing.

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