Page 14 of His Baby Her Gift

Carter was about to erupt. He whispered into her ear as he rubbed her clit. “Cum for me, baby.” Sweat was dripping off his body onto hers as he shifted his focus to making sure she found her release before he did.

His voice was all it took. Harlem exploded. Her clenching around him sent Carter over the edge. He spilled thick, rope-like cum into her body as they came together. It was one of the most powerful orgasms Carter had ever experienced in his life. There was a difference between fucking and making love. After experiencing this with Harlem, there was no way he could ever go back to a time before her.

Gently, Carter unhooked Harlem’s legs from over his shoulders. Then, he positioned her so that he could cradle her into the crook of his arms. It took a little time for them to catch their breath and come down from the euphoria of their lovemaking.

A huge grin spread across Harlem’s face as she gazed up into his

Smugly he asked, “Satisfied?”

Harlem nodded. “More than. You?”

He planted a kiss on her lips. “You were amazing. Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean you have to treat me with kid gloves. At least not yet.” Harlem giggled. “You were perfect. This . . .” She paused, “was perfect.”

As their skin began to cool, she trembled. “I suppose we should have gotten underneath the covers.” He laughed. “I couldn’t wait.”

She laughed too. “Neither could I.”

Harlem signed contentedly.

Carter loved that sound and the way her naked body felt against his.

“It’s late.” Harlem laced her fingers with his. “I should probably go home.”

Carter ran his hand up and down her arm. “It is late. Maybe you should just stay over. You can stay tonight, tomorrow or for as long as you want. ” His words shocked him. He’d never said them to anyone.

Harlem lifted her head so that she could see his face clearly. “What?” Was he asking her to move in?

Carter realized he wanted to wake up and fall asleep next to her every day and every night. “I have plenty of room for you and the baby.” Carter loved the way Harlem looked after making love. Her lips were swollen, her hair was all over the place, and her skin was flushed. She looked well-loved.

He did that. His chest expanded in ways Carter couldn’t describe. He felt bigger, stronger, and damn proud.

She was genuinely surprised. “You’re serious?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Aren’t you worried that we might be moving too fast?” She asked.

“Maybe, but it feels right. The bottom line is, I don’t want you to go, so don’t.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Carter, moving in together is a big step. I’ll pretend you were only joking; because I think you might be caught up in this moment.”

“If you’re not ready, that’s fine.” Carter brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her knuckles. “But I wasn’t kidding.”

Harlem wasn’t convinced. “You want me to move in knowing I can be a little OCD.”

“A little?” He laughed.

Playfully, she swatted him on the chest.

“There are four other bedrooms in this house. Pick one. You can be OCD all you want in thatone.”

“I don’t think that’s how OCD works.”

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