Page 20 of Barbells, Broomsticks & A Baby

Atlas's intake of breath is audible. His hands hover over my changed body—fuller breasts, rounded belly, and wider hips—as if afraid to touch. "You're stunning." His voice is rough with desire. "Like a fertility goddess come to life."

I take his hands, placing them on my swollen breasts. "Then worship me."

He doesn't need to be told twice. His large hands cup me gently, brushing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of my bra. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"So responsive." He unhooks my bra with surprising dexterity, tossing it aside. "I've missed this too." When his mouth closes over one peaked nipple, I gasp at the sensation. Pregnancy has made me incredibly sensitive, and every touch feels magnified. He lavishes attention on both breasts, alternating between gentle sucking and teasing flicks of his tongue.

"Atlas..." I stroke his head. "I need more."

He pulls back to look at me, his amber eyes swirling with desire. "Tell me what you want."

"You. All of you." I reach for the hem of his shirt. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

We work together to remove his clothes, revealing his magnificent stone body. Even after all this time, the sight of him takes my breath away—all carved muscle and strength, yet capable of such tenderness. I run my hands over his chest, tracing the natural patterns in his stone skin. When I reach lower, wrapping my fingers around his impressive cock, he groans.

"Careful, love. It's been a while for me too."

"Then we'd better make this count." I stroke him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure.

Atlas has other plans. With careful strength, he lifts me, repositioning us so I'm lying back against the pillows with him kneeling between my legs.

"Let me take care of you first." He hooks his fingers in my underwear, sliding them down and off. "I want to taste you."

Heat floods through me at his words. He spreads my thighs wider, taking a moment to admire the view before lowering his head. The first touch of his tongue against my clit makes me cry out. He's always been skilled at this, but tonight feels different—more intense and more desperate. He licks and sucks with single-minded focus, using his knowledge of my body to drive me wild.

When he slides two thick fingers inside me while his tongue circles my clit, I nearly come off the bed. I grasp the sheets as pleasure builds rapidly.

"That's it," he murmurs against me. "Let go for me."

He curls his fingers just right, finding that spot that makes me see stars, and I shatter. My orgasm rolls through me in waves, leaving me gasping and trembling. Atlas doesn't let up, working me through the aftershocks until I'm squirming from oversensitivity. Only then does he kiss his way back up my body, pausing to nuzzle my belly.

"Hello in there," he whispers. "Daddy's trying to convince you it's time to come out."

The tender moment makes my heart swell, but my body has other demands. I reach for him, pulling him up for a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, which only fuels my renewed arousal.

"I need you inside me," I whisper against his mouth. "Please, Atlas."

He positions himself carefully, mindful of my belly. "Like this?" His cock enters me slowly, and he watches my face for any sign of discomfort.

I wrap my legs around his waist as best I can, urging him deeper. "Oh, that's perfect."

He starts to move, setting a gentle rhythm that gradually builds in intensity. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through me, and I notice something new. Our magic is responding to our connection.

Purple light dances along my skin wherever he touches me, while silver energy emanates from him. The two colors swirl together, creating beautiful patterns in the air around us. "Do you see that?" I gasp as he hits a particularly good angle.

"Our magic knows we're creating something together." He speeds up slightly, driving deeper. "Not life this time, but love."

The combination of physical pleasure and magical connection is overwhelming. I feel another orgasm building, this one deeper and more powerful than the first. "Atlas, I'm close."

"Me too." His thrusts become more erratic. "Together?"

I nod, unable to form words as the tension coils tighter in my pussy. He reaches between us to circle my clit with his thumb, and that's all it takes. I come with a cry of his name, clenching my inner walls around him. The magical energy explodes outward, filling the room with swirling lights. Atlas follows immediately, groaning my name as he spills inside me.

For several moments, we stay joined, trading soft kisses as we catch our breath. The magical light show gradually fades, leaving us in the soft glow of twilight.

"I love you," I whisper, running my fingers along his jaw.

"And I love you." He carefully withdraws and settles beside me, pulling me against his chest. "Feeling better?"

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