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“Mmm.”

I plunge my tongue into her mouth, caressing, tasting. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s heavy breaths and pounding hearts and bruising lips. She grips the back of my neck, keeping me close to her. It goes on for minutes. Hours. I don’t know, and I don’t care because I have her beneath me again, and holy hell I missed it more than I even realized. Allowing my anger over what happened to cloud my love for her. I realize how lucky I am that she’s giving me another chance, and no way in hell will I do anything to screw it upagain.

I skim her throat, running my thumb down the center. She arches beneath me, giving me room to reach around her and unclasp her bra. I toss it to the side, allowing her full breasts to tumble free in the process. Her body is changing so much, and this is one of my favorites. She always had beautiful boobs, but now? They’re heavy and sensitive, and I can’t get enough playing with them. So, I don’t waste any more time. I travel south, kissing as I go. I slide my hands up both sides of her, pressing them together and taking both tight nubs into my mouth at the same time. She cries out, scratching the sheets, my back, my scalp as I continue to lick and suck. Giving both attention at the same time. I lift my head and bury my face between them before giving each side individualattention.

Because I’m agiver.

The sound of her moans is making me harder than I’ve ever been, and it’s straining against my boxers, begging to join theparty.

“You gonna let me give it to you,baby?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Open up forme.”

I kiss my way down her belly, delving my tongue into her belly button. She giggles and moans at the same time, twisting her body this way and that. My fingers wrap around her panties and slowly drag them down herbody.

She spreads her legs, her knees hitting the mattress. I look up at her and wink and she rolls hereyes.

“Annnndyy…”

“Did you wantsomething?”

I lightly blow on her center beforetasting.

“That,” she groans. “Oh, hell yes.That.”

I take my time, enjoying the sweetness and her sounds. Sounds that I’m the cause of her making. The way she says my name when I’m making her come. Her moans that sound like they’re coming from deep in her toes. She continues to twist and turn, and I place my hands on her lower stomach to hold hersteady.

I suck on her center and relish in the way her body begins to tremble. I slide two fingers into her, twisting and curling, and within seconds, she’s thrashing beneath me, screaming my name so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if her voice is hoarsetomorrow.

When she’s coming down, I crawl back up her body, shedding my boxers along the way, kissing her again because I can. Because she’s still mine. Because I didn’t lose her. And I let her taste herself. Because she lovesit.

Without waiting, I press into her, the feeling so overwhelming I have to give myself a few moments before I move. I swear since she got pregnant, she feels tighter, swollen maybe? Or maybe it’s just the fact that I know she’s carryingmychild. That she and I created somethingtogether.

“Honey,” she whispers, her touch on my back so light that it makes me shudder. I bury my face in her neck and suck. “I need you to keep moving.” She emphasizes her statement by rolling her hips, causing the friction between us tobuild.

“I don’t want to forget thismoment.”

“It’ll be pretty forgettable if you don’tmove.”

I lightly spank the side of her butt. “Brat.”

“So, do something aboutit.”

I lean up and smirk. She raises an eyebrow inchallenge.

I rise up on my knees, pulling her legs up, bent at the knee. I push her left leg back, keeping her leg bent and place her right leg over my shoulder. Exactly like we did our first time together. She reaches behind her, grasping at the pillows on the bed. We might need to invest in a headboard with slats when she moves in to my place. Which shewill.

“So deep,” shemoans.

“Yeah,” Igrunt.

The sounds of the ecstasy we’re sharing, the scent of her arousal, the sight of her spread out below me, sweat glistening her skin, stomach slightly rounded with my baby, has me ready to come before I wantto.

When she screams, “I can’t hold back any longer!” I don’t hold backeither.

“Yes. Come. Comenow!”

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