Page 74 of Waiting on You

I want to have it all with him. The family, the home, the love…but I need to take things one day at a time so I don’t feel like we’re rushing into things. The last thing I want is to go all in and Nate regret it and then be forced to break my heart.

“I’d do anything for you,” he says, cupping my face with his strong hands.

His lips capture mine, and the kiss starts off gentle with the silent promise of a fresh start. But then his tongue slides into my mouth, and I’m overtaken with lust and want and need.

Without breaking the kiss, Nate lifts me off his lap and carefully lays me onto my back, then lifts my shirt over my head, exposing my simple black bra and boy shorts.

“Do you know how sexy you look like this?” he says as he kisses the swells of my breasts. “They were perfect before, but now…fuck,” he now out. “I just want to lick and suck them for hours.”

Pulling one cup down and then the other, he gives each nipple a gentle lick before he sucks one into his mouth, drawing a moan from me.

After he’s given them both enough attention that I’m damn near coming from nipple stimulation alone, he moves on, kissing his way down my torso.

“Every time I see your stomach, it’s grown a littlemore.” He smiles warmly up at me and then gives my bump a soft kiss, making my thighs clench. “I think we should take a picture…for the scrapbook.”

He sits up on his haunches and pulls his phone out, aiming it at me. With my body changing and my clothes no longer fitting, I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious. But then Nate looks at me the way he does, and I can’t help but feel sexy.

“You know this can’t go into my scrapbook, right?” I say with a laugh when the click of his camera goes off.

“Oh, I know. But I think I’m going to start one of my own.” He glances at me and waggles his brows. “It will be for our eyes only. A scrapbook of you growing my baby.”

He takes a few more pictures of me and then pockets his phone.

“I love you like this,” he says, gliding his hand over my belly. “As a matter of fact, I might have to keep you like this.” His eyes twinkle with mirth and heat. “How many babies do you want?”

“I don’t know,” I breathe. “Maybe two or three.”

My thoughts go to Nate reading our son a story, rocking him to sleep. They move to us having a little girl with his whiskey-colored eyes and playful smile. Nate playing dress-up with her. Taking them to soccer or dance. Birthday parties and holidays. Family vacations.

Five months ago, I couldn’t even imagine having a family, but now, I can see it all with Nate.

“That sounds like a good number,” he says, slidinghis hand over my belly again as his gaze descends.

When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he tugs them down my legs and tosses them to the side so he can situate himself between my thighs.

“This is new,” he says, tugging on my pubic hair.

I usually keep it neatly trimmed, but with my belly getting bigger…

“It’s getting a little harder to see what’s down there,” I mutter, my face and neck warming in embarrassment.

“I like it,” he says, spreading my lips and running the tip of his finger up and down my center. “But if you ever need help, I would be more than happy to volunteer my services.”

“I’ll think about it,” I whisper, so turned on that I’m going to implode if Nate doesn’t get me off soon. “But right now, I just really need you to make me come.”

“Your wish is my command.”

And with those words, he slides down the bed so he’s eye level with my most intimate parts and gets straight to devouring me.

If the way he expertly licks and sucks on my clit weren’t enough to bring me straight to the precipice, his moans of pleasure, as if he’s the one being pleased instead of me, would have me dangling over the edge.

“I’m so close,” I breathe, wanting the pleasure to continue forever and to come at the same time.

Nobody knows my body the way Nate does, and it’s made me realize that it’s not about how long you’re with someone. It’s about caring enough to actually getto know the person you’re with. And Nate cares a lot.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs as he reaches up and tweaks my nipple.

When his tongue leaves my clit, the impending orgasm disappears, and I pout down at him, making him laugh.

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