Page 92 of Stone Rules

“I thought this was aboutmemaking it up toyou,” I say, perfectly happy to have her fondle me, but at the same time, needing to put my hands on her.

“Just let me play for a little bit,” she says, looking at me through lidded eyes. “You got to watch me all night. Now it’s my turn.”

Who am I to argue with that? I latch my hands behind my head and enjoy watching everything she does to me. Every touch. Every stroke. Every light tickle she feathers over me. It doesn’t take long for her to work me up into a frenzy. And right before I topple over the edge, she pulls back. She knows I only want to come inside her. She knows that since we don’t have to use condoms anymore, I want to be deep within her, sharing our release together.

She climbs up my body, taking time to explore every ridge and ripple. I’ve never felt more revered in my life. What did I do to deserve this? To deserve her?

She kisses the underside of my left bicep. “Mmmm,” she says. “I love this.”

I have a birthmark there. She thinks it looks like a banana. I always thought it looked more like a fingernail moon, but after the first time she said it, I examined it with a magnifying glass and damn it if she wasn’t right. One edge of the birthmark sticks out like the stem of a banana. Twenty-seven years I went without knowing that. She knows me better than I know myself.

She licks it and I shiver. When I can’t take not touching her anymore, I reach around her and pull her on top of me so she’s straddling me. She pulls her sleeping shirt over her head, leaving her clad in only her underwear. My eyes rake over her body, her magnificent full breasts, her perfectly round belly, her soaked-through panties.

I put my hands on her breasts, giving her nipples a pinch. They pucker and harden under my touch. She gasps at the sensation. She’s gotten so much more sensitive there since becoming pregnant. I’ve been able to make her come just by playing with her nipples. It’s fascinating to me that the same part of her body that brings us so much pleasure will also be used to feed our child. He’s not even here yet and already I’m jealous that he’ll get more access to them than I will. “Mmmm,” I mimic her. “I lovethese.”

She giggles, pushing her chest further into my hands.

I’m growing painfully hard beneath her. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

I don’t want her to move off me, so I reach down with both hands and rip her panties right off her body.

“Hey,” she pouts. “I liked those, Ethan.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred pairs. Every color you can think of.”

She smirks at me. “Will you have them delivered by charter jet?”

I put a finger inside her, feeling how ready she is for me. “I’ll deliver them by submarine if you want, just let me make love to you, Charlie.”

“Do you really have enough money to buy a submarine?” she asks.

I add another finger and press my thumb on her clit. She gasps. “Do you really want to talk about this now?” I ask.

“Noooooo,” she responds breathily. “Oh God.”

“Are you okay like this?” I ask. I love the fact that her belly is getting bigger, forcing us to get creative with all kinds of positions. But her being on top is probably my favorite. It gives me the best view of her face when I make her come. And being so up close and personal with her chest isn’t that bad either.

She answers me by lowering herself onto me. She sets the pace, working herself slowly up and down at first. She threads her fingers through my hair. She loves to grip my hair when she rides me. I put my hands on her hips, urging her to increase her pace as I thrust into her from beneath.

Our lips come together as we kiss and breathe and pant into each other, each of us wanting to find release. Each of us wanting to stretch this out as long as we can.

She moves herself back and forth and in circles on top of me, driving me to the edge of insanity. I want to take her over the cliff with me so I work a hand between us and find her slippery nub. My other hand I use to pinch and twist one of her sensitive nipples.

She rips her mouth from mine. “Oh, yes . . . Ethan!”

We lock eyes as she begins to shudder. Knowing she’s right there. Feeling her start to pulsate around me. Hearing her shout my name. It all comes together at once and my body stiffens as I thrust into her one last time, emptying myself into her as her spasms milk every last drop from me. “Charlie!” I hear myself shout without any care of who might hear.

She collapses onto me, her body molded against mine as we regulate our breathing and regain our bearings. Then she sits up suddenly and squeals, “Oh my God!”

“What is it?” I ask, not knowing if she’s in pain or having a second orgasm.

“I just felt the baby move,” she says, putting her hands on her stomach. “Oh, Ethan. Oh my God. I felt him move. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

I put my hands next to hers and try to feel something, but I don’t. That doesn’t stop me from sharing in her excitement, however. Seeing her experience this for the first time is beyond wonderful. The baby inside her is alive.Mybaby is alive and moving and kicking. If I thought she was beautiful before, that pales in comparison to how she looks right now. She is a goddess. My love. My everything.

“What does it feel like?” I ask, needing every detail of every feeling.

“It feels like little bubbles,” she says. “Or maybe like a butterfly flapping its wings. It’s so soft.” She concentrates hard. “I can’t feel it anymore. But, God, Ethan. There is really a baby in there.” A tear escapes her eye and I kiss it away with my lips. “I mean, I know there is a baby in there, but now . . . it’s just so real.” She puts her hands back on her stomach. “I want him to do it again.”

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