Page 57 of Inked Craving

I gently removed her arms from her stomach and spread my hands over her belly, over the stretch marks that had come from Emery.

“You made a baby. You are as gorgeous now as you were before. I promise you. I love your body, Paige. I always have, and knowing how incredible you are now? I love it even more. Don’t hide yourself from me.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Then I guess I’m going to have to do my best to make sure you know exactly what I feel.” I toed off my shoes, stripped off my shirt, and knelt between her legs. She still wore panties and those damn heels I imagined digging into my back, so I pulled her to the edge of the bed and let out a soft breath on her pussy.

She bucked off the bed, but I held her down softly, my hands on her hips as I nuzzled her with my nose. She still wore the lace, and when I pushed it to the side, I found her wet and swollen for me.

“Just be gentle. I know the doctor gave me the go-ahead, but this is still my first time.”

“I feel like it’s my first time, too,” I whispered and then licked and sucked. She groaned, her thighs clamping around my head as the two of us moaned. She arched, and I spread her, lapping at her clit, spreading her folds. And when she came, she let out a slight sound that went straight to my groin. She clamped around my finger, but I was gentle, easing her into another orgasm, taking in her pleasure as much as I could.

I stood up then, removing her shoes and her panties before doing the same with my pants.

“Condom,” she muttered, and I nodded.

“Oh, yes. Condom.”

I gripped the base of my cock, stroking myself, once, twice. Paige slid her hands between her legs, playing with herself as I did the same. She bit her lip, her body blushing beautifully as she brought herself to another orgasm. I held mine off. I quickly slid the condom over my length and then rolled us over, positioning her on top of me.

“You set the pace, baby.”

“I’ve already come too many times. I don’t think I can do it again.”

“Then ride me. And make me come. Do you think you can do that?”

“I think it sounds like a dare.”

And then she slid on top of me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise, and we both let out a shocked gasp.

“Were you always this big?” she squeaked.

“I don’t know. Were you always this fucking tight?”

I struggled to concentrate, my hands tightening on her hips.

“Focus,” I grumbled.

“Are you talking to me or you?”

She leaned over me, and I did my best not to touch her breasts. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I slid my hands over her backside, gripping her ass, and I thrust up. She let out another shocked gasp, and I took her mouth.

And then we were moving, both of us slightly clumsy at first as we learned each other’s rhythms, but I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. And when I moved us to the side, lifting one of her legs over my hip, I slid deeper inside her, needing her. Her nails scratched down my back as I kept one hand on her hip and thigh, the other on the back of her neck, angling her so I could kiss her deeper. And then my balls tightened, the base of my spine tingling, and I came, filling the condom and whispering Paige’s name.

We lay against one another, both of us sweaty and tired, and I just smiled at her.

“Whoa,” she whispered.

“That’s a fucking good word.”

“I feel like that was a first time and yet a hundredth. And I only wish we could have been doing that for as long as we’ve been together and yet not together.”

I brushed her hair from her face, kissing her gently.

“I’m glad that we can at least practice now. You know, because practice makes perfect.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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