Page 97 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

Her head falls back. “Ohfuck.”

I grip her hips harder, the wafer thin fabric of her lingerie twisting in my fingers. “You’re mine, Iris. Always.”

“Always, baby.”

“Always.”

Our fingers interlock over her belly, our movements intensifying to a fever pitch. Rather than sensical words and sentences, we devolve to moans and grunts.

It’s never felt this good, being inside her. Because it’s not just the physical, it’s the emotional too. This is the first time I’m making love to mywife. It’s a glimmering, delicious feeling I don’t want to lose.

Part of what makes this moment so good, so pleasurable, is the fact it will never happen again. A bittersweet reality.

But not one I’m going to mourn in the moment.

“Kiss me.” I reach for Iris. “Kiss me.”

Iris folds herself over me, the slight bump of her belly pressed against mine.

Our lips commune with desperation as we approach climax together.

Iris’s moans reverberate through my lips.

I grip her hair, not allowing her mouth to part from mine.

Euphoria tightens in my belly to an impossible degree.

I’ve never felt this way, never been so high knowing I’m going to be released into a freefall that seems like it will last forever. Each moment is building up anticipation until I finally let go.

I release deep into Iris, my body pulsing and trembling. “Iris, Iris, oh–”

She presses her forehead to mine, gasping hard as she comes too.

We aren’t two separate bodies. We are one, the orgasm thrumming through both of us.

I’ve never felt anything so deep and important as this moment with Iris. The love of my life. The only woman for me.

“Feels so good,” she whines.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”

We embrace one another, holding each other for god knows how long before the orgasm abates.

“I love you,” Iris whispers, her fingertips tracing my cheekbones. “I love you so much.”

“Not more than I love you.”

Iris curls up beside me. “You’ll have to get your fill of me before the baby comes. Lord knows we’re going to be too tired to do all of this.”

“I will never be too tired to pleasure you.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

She giggles, clinging to me.

I push the fabric of the teddy away from her belly. “Was this little outfit your idea?”

“Rowan said I should have something, just in case I had the energy. And lord, did I…”

“Did you ever.”

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