Page 141 of Until I Find You

Our eyes meet, and we burst out laughing.

“I mean it!” she says through hiccups. “I’m so tired, but I’m so pent up, I need you to–”

“I’m laughing atdo me.”

“I’m not allowed to swear! It’s your rule!”

“Baby girl, you don’t have to explain yourself.” I pull her into my arms. “I’ll take care ofeverything.”

I carryher upstairs to our bedroom. I told our decorators to make our bedroom the priority and they’ve done an amazing job of making it an oasis for us. Light streams in through the French doors that leads onto a deck that overlooks our enclosed backyard, a rarity for New York City.

I place her on the bed amongst the lush hotel-quality bedclothes and begin to undress her. First, I untie the robe and pull the fabric apart, revealing her naked torso. Her engorging breasts, her dark nipples, the swell of her middle all taunt me. My cock wants me to act fast, actnow.

But Daddy has to take his time.

Then, I pull the boxers down, revealing the plush triangle of her pubic hair and her tan thighs. I part her legs and dip my tongue into her for a taste.

“Daddy…” she sighs.

There’s no way for me to see her expression now with her growing body between us which is why I have to be more careful and methodical than ever. I pull her legs over my shoulders as I kneel at the end of the bed and lap her up until she’s squirmingon my face, searching for a release. I know her body so well at this point that it isn’t hard to get her to come.

I open my mouth and entrap her clit between my lips, rolling it with my tongue until she cries out, her essence flooding my mouth.

I don’t linger long. That was just the beginning.

I get to my feet and begin to undress, letting Camilla catch her breath on the bed.

She’s panting, a hand covering her face, her stomach heaving. Dark curls spread around her face like a deep and dark abyss that will swallow her up.

“Was that too much, baby girl?” I ask as I slide my belt off.

She smacks her lips, trying to wet her mouth. “No, Daddy, I want more.”

“You’re such a greedy little girl. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

Camilla laughs. It warms my chest and goes right to my cock simultaneously. It amazes me how the little things get me all hot and bothered with her. Her pretty laugh, the flick of her hair, the way her hand smooths out the fabric of her top over her stomach. I’m so obsessed with her pregnant form that I hope it won’t be long before she wants to do all of this again. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Fatherhood is going to be a total rollercoaster. But one I’m so excited to get a chance to ride.

I finish undressing and give my cock a tug for a modicum of release. It’s angry and hard and needs more than my hand can offer.

Luckily, Camilla has caught her breath and has draped her legs over the side of the bed, leaving space for me to position myself between them.

Instead of stepping between her legs, I lay on the bed beside her. “Roll over for me, baby girl.”

“Mm, you said I wouldn’t have to do anything.”

“If you weren’t pregnant right now…” I growl.

She laughs again and obliges my command, turning onto her side so I’m spooning her.

I take my time getting into position, kissing her temple, her ear, her jaw and letting my hands roam across her curves. I grind my cock against her plump ass, a minor relief. What I need is to be squeezed deep inside her.

“You’re beautiful,” I say as I rise onto one elbow.

“Even though I’m big?”

I cup the lower part of her stomach. “Especially.”

Camilla hums, tilting her chin up toward me. “I love you.”

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