Page 49 of Waiting on You

At one point, Paige moans so loudly frommy sucking that I’m almost positive I could get her to come from nipple stimulation alone, but I want more than that. I know firsthand that my woman is a squirter, and I have every intention of getting her to soak this fucking bed.

When I pull back, she scrunches her nose in displeasure, and I can’t help but lean in and give it a kiss. Then, I kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t pout,” I murmur against her lips. “I’m going to make you come.”

I kiss her quick and hard, needing a taste of her, and then force myself to break the kiss so I can give her what she needs.

Wanting to reacquaint myself with her body, I trail kisses down the center of her breasts and her torso. When I get to the protruding area where she’s carrying our baby, I stop and give it a kiss. I’ve wanted to be a dad for so long, and this beautiful woman is giving it to me. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine, and soon, I’m going to make it official. I’m going to put a ring on her finger and make her my wife, and I’m going to give her and our baby every-fucking-thing.

“Nate,” Paige says, reaching down and gently tugging on my hair. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” I chuckle, realizing I was staring at her stomach while I was lost in thought. “I can’t wait to see your stomach grow.”

She snorts out a laugh. “That makes one of us. Growing leads to stretch marks and?—”

“And you’ll still look beautiful, if notmore so because they’ll be due to you carrying our baby. You have no idea how much I want this,” I admit, voicing my earlier thoughts. “It’s because of you, I’m going to be a dad.”

Her eyes turn glassy. “Well,” she says through a watery smile, “you kind of had something to do with that. Granted, it was the fun part, but you were still part of it.”

I bark out a laugh, falling even harder for this woman. She’s funny and kind and smart, and I hope our baby is just like her.

“I’m about to have some more fun.”

Before she has a chance to respond, I dip my head and press an open-mouthed kiss to that wet spot that’s only gotten wetter.

I pull her thong down her legs and then spread her lips so I can taste her. She’s dripping fucking wet, and as I glide my tongue up her center, I suck her juices into my mouth, her essence hitting my taste buds like electricity that shoots through me and straight to my cock.

“Oh God,” Paige moans, tugging on the strands of my hair. “Yes, right there.”

She tightens her legs around the sides of my face, and when I lick up her slit again, my beard scratches the insides of her thighs, eliciting a loud moan out of her. I know from our time in England that she loves my facial hair. I do it again and again, each time stopping and sucking on her swollen clit.

She’s close—so fucking close—and when I reach between us, gathering her juices onto my finger, and then push one into her tight ass, she detonates, coming all over my face and the bed. I would love to watch it happen, but I refuse to stop massaging her clit, until she’s pushing my face away, her head moving back and forth as she mutters that it’s too much.

I love satiated Paige just as much as I love turned-on Paige, especially knowing I did that to her—made her come so hard that her eyes are hooded over, and her entire body is lax.

She sighs in contentment, her eyes fluttering shut, and with one last kiss to the hood of her pussy, I climb off the bed so I can go clean up.

“Where’re you going?” she slurs, drunk off her orgasm.

“To clean up,” I murmur, giving her a kiss so she can taste herself on me.

Her tongue darts out, and she moans, loving the taste.

As I’m pulling back, her eyes crack open. “What about you?”

“I’m good, Princess.”

Yeah, my cock is hard as granite and begging to be back where he belongs—in Paige’s tight warmth—but this isn’t about me. It’s about her, and I’ll gladly make her come every time she lets me if it means getting to be with her in some way.

When I get into the bathroom, instead of washingmy hands and face, I decide to take a quick shower since I’m covered in her juices and my cock is painfully hard.

I’m soaping my body when the air turns cold, followed by a naked Paige stepping into the shower to join me.

“What are you?—”

The words are caught in my throat when Paige drops to her knees, takes my cock in her hand, and strokes it.

I glance down at her in shock, ready to tell her she doesn’t need to do that, but before I can speak my thoughts, her emerald eyes meet mine as she opens that pretty mouth and damn near swallows my entire length.

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