Page 22 of My Protective Mountain Man

She nods, tears spilling over as she laughs softly. “Yes. We’re going to have a baby.”

A swell of emotions crashes through me—joy, pride, excitement, and a fierce protectiveness I didn’t know I had room for. I reach out, my hand covering hers on her belly, feeling the promise of new life beneath my palm.

“I’m so happy, Sierra,” I say, my voice thick with feeling. “I hope it’s a girl… so she can be just like her mother—strong, beautiful, and unstoppable.”

She looks up at me, eyes bright and full of love. “And if it’s a boy?” she teases.

“Well,” I grin, “then he’s got a couple brothers who he’s going to have to hold his own against.” I pull her close again, our foreheads touching as I smile.

We share a long, deep kiss—full of all the dreams we have for this new chapter. It’s a kiss that seals promises without words, a promise of love and strength and family.

As we pull apart, I whisper into her hair, “This is just the beginning. Our forever starts now.”

I slip my tongue back into her mouth, exploring, teasing. She moans softly, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I break the kiss, my lips moving down her neck, nipping gently at her earlobe. She gasps, her head falling back to give me better access. I continue my descent, my mouth finding the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. She shivers, her nails digging into my skin.

I move lower, my mouth capturing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She arches against me, a low moan escaping her lips. I tease her other nipple with my hand, rolling it between my fingers.

"Everest," she whispers, her voice filled with need.

I look up at her, a wicked grin on my face. "Tell me what you want, Sierra."

"I want you to make my body tremble,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smile, my hand sliding up her thigh. I find the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up. She lifts her hips, helping me, until the dress is bunched around her waist. I run my fingers along the edge of her panties, teasing her.

"Where, Sierra?" I ask, my voice low.

"Here," she says, her hand covering mine, guiding it to the wet heat between her legs.

I slip my fingers under the fabric, finding her slick folds. She moans, her head falling back against the couch. I begin to move my fingers, rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions.

"Do you like that, Sierra?" I ask, my voice a low rumble.

"Yes," she gasps, her hips moving with my fingers.

“Tell me how much.” I say.

“So much that I want another finger… inside.” She says as her eyes close.

I happily oblige, sticking two fingers deep inside of her warm, tight pussy.

I suck gently on her nipple, my fingers continuing their rhythm. She moans, her body trembling on the edge of release.

“Sierra,” I say, “You know I like it when you’re pregnant. You know it turns me on to see my seed swell your body. Your soft, supple breasts growing. Expanding.”

“Yes. Yes. Deeper. Harder” She commands.

She whimpers, her body aching for release. I slip a third finger inside her, curling them against her g-spot. She cries out, her body convulsing around my finger. And just as I curl into her I gently move my tongue along her slick folds. Just barely grazing her clit, teasing her, torturing her.

"You taste amazing, Sierra," I murmur, my fingers moving in and out of her.

My thumb finds her clit. I begin to move my fingers, my thumb rubbing her clit in time. She moans, her body seizing around my fingers.

"Everest," she gasps, her body begging to release.

“Cum for me, Sierra," I whisper, my fingers moving faster.

She cries out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. I hold her close as she rides out her orgasm, my fingers still moving slowly inside her.

“I needed that,” she whispers, her body still trembling.

I smile, my fingers slipping out of her. "There's more where that came from," I say, my voice filled with intention.

I move up her body, my mouth capturing hers in a wet kiss. I pull away and look down at her.

“Sierra, you’ve made my life perfect.” I say.

“Everest,” she replies, “ourlife is perfect.”

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