Page 32 of Luca
Margaret started to shed her clothes so that she could put on the disposable paper gown. I should avert my eyes. It was the least I owed her, but I didn’t. Instead, I admired every inch of her rounder, softer body. She was gorgeous.
Her skin was smooth, the color of ivory. She shimmied out of her plain silky panties, pushing them down her legs. Her ebony hair spilled over her back as she bent over, those toned legs tempting me.
Jesus Christ!
All the blood rushed to my groin. My heart galloped in my chest and I almost started panting, my cock half-hard. This craving to touch her was like a drug taking up permanent residence in my veins.
An obsession I’d never be able to overcome.
I longed to run my fingers through her hair as she wrapped her lips around my cock and looked up at me with her beautiful eyes.
She slipped her gown on, her eyes flickering to the window. As if she could sense my eyes on her.
I couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if she’d just stop fighting me. Hating me. If she’d only let me be part of her life. I wanted to rub her back, feed her cravings, and feel our child move inside her womb. We’d come together for every appointment, dreaming of our baby’s future.
Instead, I was fucking missing it all.
Much to my dismay, she seemed to have come to terms with having our baby alone. The stubborn woman refused to ask anyone for help.
Sitting herself on the examination table, she laid back. I watched as the doctor listened to her heartbeat, then took her blood pressure. Then she used the ultrasound machine to listen to the baby’s heartbeat and see her move.
My little girl came onto the black and white screen and my heart clenched. But it was that whooshing sound of the baby’s heart that got me every goddamn time. It was the best music on this planet. I ensured Dr. Calabro recorded those sessions every time, so I could give them to my little girl one day.
I watched as Margaret’s neck bobbed and her deep ocean blue eyes misted. She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“You alright?” Dr. Calabro asked her. Usually Margaret kept her emotions in check, buried somewhere deep down where nobody could see them. I’d imagine it was only her brothers that usually saw the soft side of her.
Fuck!
I craved to see it. Like that night in Vegas. A fleeting moment. That little tenderness showed me more than all her harsh words how much she hid herself.
“Can I touch it?” she murmured, her eyes locked on my hardware. I wished the masks were off. I wanted to see her whole face. I wanted her toseeme. This night with her was even more explosive than anything I had imagined.
And I had imagined plenty.
She lowered herself down my body, her eyes never wavering from my cock. My dick twitched, ready for another round with her. I had just finished cleaning her and then myself from her virgin blood. Jesus Christ, she was a virgin.
Mine! Those were the words that chanted on repeat in my brain.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Obsessive possession didn’t come close to describing what I felt for this woman.
“There’s nothing that I’d like more,” I rasped.
Her soft hand palmed my rigid length and I was a goner. I knew I’d have to have her again, but first, I let her study my piercing.
“Did it hurt when you had it done?”
“A bit.” Controlling myself from rutting her right now hurt worse, but I didn’t think she’d appreciate those words.
Then she shocked the fucking hell out of me as she leaned over and ran her tongue over my length, pausing at the piercing. Her tongue swirled around it and I lost my fragile control. My hips bucked, thrusting into her warm mouth.
She moaned and I pushed my fingers into her hair so I could watch her as she bobbed her head up and down.
“Your eyes,” I grunted. “Look at me when you suck my cock.”
She immediately obeyed. It was the only time this woman obeyed me. Of course, she didn’t know it was me.
