Page 99 of Castings & Curses

“Then we had better get started.” He reached forward and helped me sit forward on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, he skimmed my t-shirt off over my head. “Your breasts have been very distracting ever since you walked in the front door.”

He sucked in a breath. His gaze locked on my full breasts. His hands caressed the sides before cupping each breast.

It was my turn to suck in a breath when his thumbs simultaneously skimmed over the part of my bra immediately over my nipples.

“For the record.” Damn, my voice went shaky after just one touch. “You should probably know these aren’t mine.”

“No?” Eric continued to caress and lightly massage.

“The booby fairy delivered these, and she’ll take them away again in a few months.”

“No breastfeeding?”

I had to close my eyes against his voice. It was intoxicating.

“Uh uh, didn’t work so well last time. Caused problems. So I’m saving everyone the hassle.”

The growl sounded like a “good” but I wasn’t sure. I could no longer think straight with his mouth sucking me in. He had no problem reaching around my back and unhooking my bra. He dragged a cup down, exposing my breast. His tongue made love to my nipple in a way I couldn’t ever remember. Damn if being pregnant didn’t make the sensitive bits more sensitive. Or maybe it was Eric. He devoured me. He was a breast man, and clearly enjoying my gifts.

I enjoyed him easily as much, if not more. I stifled a moan, as the pulling on my nipple pulled on other sensitive areas as well. Fisting my hand into his thick curly hair, I held him to me. He released my flesh and I felt a longing as I was alone in my skin.

Eric guided me back against his pillows and lay next to me. Holding himself above me, he proceeded to kiss with as much skill and attention as he paid to my boobs. He was an insanely skilled kisser.

I ran my fingers across his broad chest, and tangled them into his chest hair. He skimmed his chest against my sensitive, hard nipples. Oh, wow, that’s what chest hair was all about. I didn’t need to be told twice.

I squirmed as his fingers left a ticklish trail down my side until he found the waistband of the oh so sexy maternity pants. Gently he folded the belly panel down and then let his fingers begin exploring inside my pants. I thrust up as he found a sensitive spot.

“Oh yes, that, please.” I moaned.

Eric transferred his mouth back to a nipple, and he began stroking the delicate flesh around my sex.

“You really are in need, aren’t you.” He said around the skin in his mouth. His mouth left me with a pop. “You are wet, I don’t need to prime you at all.”

“I think I was primed the second you opened the front door. And if that didn’t do it, damn the whole nipple thing about finished me off. How are you?”

I finally snaked a hand between our bodies and down his front. My hand floundered around. I heard a zip and then Eric was guiding me to warmth, and hardness. So hard, and girthy, and proportional to his height.

“You’re good to go too,” I purred.

Eric slid out of bed and pushed his jeans the rest of the way down. He adjusted his cock, it didn’t look like it needed any help.

“Are you ready for this?”

I blinked, hell yes, I was ready for that. I kicked my pants off.

“Back that ass over here,” he directed.

“I don’t like butt stuff.”

“Not my favorite either, but you on your hands and knees is going to be just fine.”

I backed up until my knees were on the edge of the bed. Eric ran his hands over my thighs. He caressed the sides of my pregnant belly and cupped my breasts. While his hands touched my body, he tickled my clit and entrance with his erection. I sighed with the sensation. His touch eased something in me. I needed this like I needed air. I lifted my ass and pushed back, trying to impale myself on that flesh pole whenever I felt it near.

“Ready?” And he was inside.

I melted. The feel of him inside was better than I could have imagined. And I had imagined many inappropriate things ever since I met him. Better than anything I imagined on the drive over here tonight. I collapsed onto my forearms and whimpered.

“You okay, Paise?”

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