Page 48 of Cayden

“They are perfect.” He corrected, his voice thickening. Bending his head, he proceeded to show her how turned on he was by them. Arching her back, she dug her fingers into the thick strands of his hair as he suckled. A sharp almost brutal pain arrowed through her body and had her crying out. Lifting his head, he stared at her in alarm.

“Darling? Did I hurt you?”

She was trembling. Every bone in her body felt as if it was melting. “Do not stop. Please. I…,” she guided his head back to her breast and stiffened when he pulled the sensitive flesh and suckled hungrily.

The climax had her lifting her body, fingers latching onto the strands of hair. She felt as if she was being slammed into the violent eye of the storm without a safety net. The climax left her weak and trembling and disoriented.

Her eyes drifted open slowly to see him standing so that he could take off his clothes. Pulling herself up on the pillows, she dreamily watched as he shed clothing, leaving his magnificent body.

This man with the well-defined muscles, tanned skin, wide chest with the sprinkles of dense dark hairs, washboard flat stomach and penis full to bursting, was hers. He belonged to her. She lifted her eyes to his, to find that he was examining her body in detail, the way she was doing with his.

Climbing up, he moved over her, planting his knees on either side of her. His hands framed her belly, molding the shape of it, his eyes on her face. “I stopped inside the nurseries.” His voicewas emotional as he felt movements, the flurry of it against his skin.

“I am going to be a dad.”

“Yes.” Her hands covered his and she felt the quiver of emotions. He had finally accepted the pregnancy. It had taken him some time, but he was on board.

“It feels surreal.” Scooting down, he bent to the swollen abdomen, the skin tightly stretched until it had a sheen. “I keep thinking that you must be hurting. How can you be carrying four babies inside you and continue to function.” He kissed the flesh and felt the tremors.

“Women were created to carry babies.”

“Not so many.” His hands cradled her as he planted kisses on the flesh until he was moving further down. She felt when his body stiffened.

“What… Good God.” He whispered, one hand cupping her sex. “You are as clean as a baby’s butt down here.”

“Yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly accomplished that.” He examined the flesh in fascination and felt himself hardening even more. “And I am not going to ask who performed the task.”

“I think that’s best.” Her breath hissed out when he ran a finger over the protruding flesh.

Lifting his head, he held her gaze as he straightened. Parting her thighs, he bent her knees and settled between them. Keeping his gaze on her, he guided himself slowly into her and just stayed at the opening. “Tell me if I am hurting you.”

“You won’t…” Her body arched, and the rest of the words ended in a cry as he used the tip of his penis to rub the engorged flesh. Passion exploded inside her and left her weak.

“No. No. No.” Her head twisted on the pillows, fingers gripping the sheets. It was maddening. She felt as if she was being lit from the inside. “I can’t.” She raised up to grip his wrist, eyes feverish. “Please, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Oh God!” The scream erupted and she was flying again. He used that moment to ease into her. He was rearing to go, his blood felt as if it was burning his flesh. He knew the minute he went all in; it would be over. Gritting his teeth, he clamped his hands on her knees and did a slow torturous dance that was designed to drive them both crazy.

But there was so much he could do and no more. Her moans, the high-pitched screams and her calling out his name, broke his control. With a feral growl, he drove into her and exploded. His body shuddered as he poured everything inside her.

Three weeks had been too long, much too long. His body bucked and shuddered as the orgasm continued.

When at last he was finished, he managed to find the strength to collapse next to her, his heart racing out of control. He was winded, his heart beating so hard, he could not hear anything else. Turning on his side, he drew her back against him, one hand covering her belly possessively.

They remained that way for several minutes as they fought to gather their composures and get their breathing back to regular. He nuzzled the back of her neck where the dampness of sweat had seeped into her skin.

“You okay?”

“More than.” She splayed her fingers over his. “You?”

“Ask me that in another hour.” He responded with a chuckle as he brushed back tendrils of hairs clinging to her neck. “There is something different about your hair.” He lifted the strands and studied them in puzzlement.

“I thought you’d never noticed.”

“I was too busy with other things.” He watched as the silken strands slid through his fingers. “You added highlights.”

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