Page 59 of Won’t Let You Get Away

I don’t say anything as I sink to my knees in front of her before looking up at her. Bri stares down at me through heavy lids, biting her plump bottom lip.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I don’t wait for a response, instead lifting her shirt and gently kissing her stomach. “You’re not only the star of all my dreams and fantasies, but you’re so much more.”

My fingers trace along her sides, playing with the edges of her leggings as I bend to kiss her stomach once more before continuing.

“You truly are the most incredible woman I have ever met, and I can’t wait to raise our child together.”

Tears line her eyes. “Do you know how strange it is to be both emotional and aroused?” She shakes her head, reaching upto wipe away her tears. “I can handle being one or the other, but both? It’s literally hell.”

Laughing, I stand to my feet and lean in to kiss the corner of her lips. “Well, I can help you with one of those issues.”

Bri’s hands find the waistband of my pants and she pulls me towards her. “What are you waiting for then?” she asks coyly while palming my cock over my sweats.

“Permission,” I groan out as she tightens her grip around me.

“Granted,” she says, reaching up to pull me in by the neck. “Please.”

I move quickly, scooping her into my arms and leaving the kitchen before she can finish her squeal of surprise.

“Noah!” She shifts, wiggling in my arms but I only tighten my hold and head up the stairs. “I can walk on my own, I’ve gained?—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Bri,” I interrupt her, turning down the hallway and heading straight for my bedroom. “Were you not listening to anything I said downstairs?”

I lay her on my bed, positioning myself between her legs. “Or do I need to show you just how fucking perfect you are?”

“I didn’t disagree with what you said,” she sasses between deep breaths. “I was just pointing out that I’m carrying some extra weight.”

Hooking my fingers into her pants, I slowly tug them down. She lifts her hips, and I pause. Bri groans, pushing up to her elbows to look down at me as I smirk.

“That extra weight is your body doing something extraordinary and carrying our son,” I continue removing her pants and underwear, not looking away from her as I toss them over my shoulder. “Trust me when I say that I can handle you. Pregnant or not.”

I kiss her ankle, then further up on her knee and thigh. She squirms, widening her legs as if inviting me to continue. Instead,I place a knee between her thighs and move up the length of her body until I can kiss her. She whimpers, kissing me back as she pushes off my pants and I pull away.

“There will be time for that, but first,” I slip a hand under her waist, dragging her up the bed before twisting us both until she’s on top of me. “It’s been too long since I last tasted you.”

Grabbing both her hips, I guide her up my chest but Bri holds herself over my ribs. When I look up at her, I find her attention locked on my nightstand. I don’t have to follow her gaze to know what she’s spotted.

“You took it,” she whispers, tears spilling as she stares at the perfect seashell that I had used as a makeshift tree topper. Squeezing her thighs, I wait until she looks back down at me.

“It’s my daily reminder of you. The first thing I see every day is a reminder that you’re real, somewhere out there.”

She opens her mouth but I turn my face and kiss the inside of her thigh. “Now it’s my daily motivation to be the best version of me for you and our son.”

Tightening my grip on her thighs, I tug her towards me again, grateful when she lets me guide her until she’s hovering over my face.

“I meant what I said, Sugar,” I tell her while pulling her down. “I can handle you. So sit on my face and let me worship you.”

Bri moans, grabbing the headboard and listens. A groan rumbles from my chest and I lose myself in her. Tasting and teasing every inch of her while she writhes above me, grinding and taking her pleasure.

My body aches for her touch, longing to be inside of her, but for now, I focus on pleasuring her.

“Noah,” she pleads, her voice clouded with passion.

My tongue explores her, eliciting beautiful sounds of pleasure. With my arms still wrapped around her legs, Icontinue to coax her toward the edge of ecstasy, finding her most sensitive spot.

A gasp escapes her lips, quickly followed by a curse. Her movements become more urgent.

“Noah, I’m gonna…oh!” Bri sits upright, hastily removing her shirt before leaning forward to brace herself on the headboard. I reach up with my free hand, teasing her sensitive nipple. Her legs tremble as I intensify my efforts.

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