Page 121 of Sweet Little Thing

She moaned my name as the heat from my seed filled her.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Take it,” I said, pulling back on her hair so I could look into her eyes as I filled her. “Feel that?” I asked, pressing deeper inside her.

“Yes.” Her eyes were heavy, and she was trembling. “It’s hot.”

I let out one last growl as I finished emptying into her. This was what I’d needed all fucking day. I felt better now. I felt fucking perfect.

Pulling her back into my arms, I held her, and we lay there until her breathing slowed. When I knew she was asleep, I closed my eyes and followed her.

Chapter

Seventy-Four

Beulah

Stone was still asleep when I woke up the next morning. I stayed wrapped in his arms, staring out the window where the sun was about to rise. It was early, and I’d slept all night. We hadn’t moved since this was the exact position I’d fallen asleep. Sex had been amazing. I had been more sensitive. I wondered if that was because of the pregnancy.

It was early still, but the urine test at the doctor’s office confirmed I was pregnant.

Even now, with all these unknowns, with decisions I had to make, I wanted to turn over and open my legs for him to come inside me again. What was wrong with me? I was thinking about sex, and I had a life inside me to be worried about now.

My hand went to my still-flat stomach.

Geraldine had come back to herself while we were in the waiting room, so she stayed there. As far as she was concerned, I was there for birth control. I didn’t tell her anything else.However, having someone waiting on me had given me some peace. I hadn’t been alone.

The joy when the doctor entered the room and congratulated me had been overwhelming. It had lasted only a few moments before reality sank in. Telling Stone was going to be hard. I’d have to tell him eventually. How long could I wait? How long would the battle he was about to face last? I feared it was longer than nine months and waiting it out wouldn’t be an option.

His hand covered mine, and I jerked in response. When he threaded his fingers through mine and pressed a kiss to the side of my head, I relaxed. He was waking up.

“Good morning.” His voice was deep and husky from sleep. “Did you sleep as good as I did?”

“I don’t think I moved.” It was the first full night I’d slept in a few days, at least.

He kissed my ear. “Me neither. But you’re going to need a shower this morning. We went to bed messy.” The smile in his voice as he said it made me laugh against the pillow.

“You think that’s funny?” he asked, lifting my leg and moving behind me.

I didn’t have time to give him a response before he was inside me. Again. My body hadn’t needed to be prepared to take him. I gasped as he stretched me.

He took my leg and laid it over his hip as he rocked slowly in and out of me. I hadn’t done it like this before. All I knew was that the angle was rubbing against something inside me that felt amazing. Or either I was so sensitive down there these days, that anything touching me had my eyes rolling back in my head.

I moved my leg as high as I could, opening myself to him. Unable to stop myself, I reached down and touched my clit. It was larger than usual, and the sheer pleasure from just touching it caused my entire body to shudder.

“Fuck, keep doing that. It’s making your tight little pussysqueeze my dick like a vice,” he groaned in my ear.

I began to play with it as the moisture from our sex leaked out, making it slick and easy. Each brush of my fingers made me clinch Stone tightly, and he, in return, made noises to let me know he approved.

“Are you touching yourself?” he asked in my ear.

“Yes,” I admitted, unable to care. At this point, I’d get myself off while he watched if it meant I would get the orgasm building inside me.

“Jesus,” he whispered, his hand covering mine. He didn’t hinder me but brushed his hand over mine as I continued my attention to the pulsing spot under my fingers. “Keep playing,” he panted.

He didn’t have to worry. I never planned on stopping. I was too close. “Tell me when you’re about to come,” he said.

My body was beginning to draw tight. The explosion was close. I wasn’t sure I could warn him. My voice was gone.

I managed an—“I’m about to”—and his hand brushed mine out of the way. I cried out in frustration, but his replaced mine, and he pinched the tight, needy ache, sending me barreling into bliss.

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