Page 39 of Where the Little Birds Are (Little Bird Duet 2)

Moving everything out of the way, he lays me down and hovers over my body. One of his hands cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, while the other goes to the hem of my sweatshirt.

I freeze, realizing the evidence of our indiscretion would be clear as day once he strips me. Nobody has seen my belly. I can barely look at its roundness in the mirror without breaking down. “Corbin…”

He stops. “Let me make you feel good.”

We stare at each other, something burning in the air between us. My eyes glaze over with tears and unspoken emotion, causing him to lean down and kiss me the way I need him to. With love. With lust. With passion. With yearning. With Corbin, I feel every little thing and it terrifies me.

“I don’t want you seeing…” My eyes flick down to my stomach, which he reaches out and brushes over the thick cotton covering it.

“I love all of you.” His palm flattens against the bump. “Especially what’s happening right here. There’s a part of us in there, Little Bird. Someone we can teach to fly, and love, and work hard just like we did.”

My jaw quivers as my head slowly nods, giving him all the permission he needs to peel the sweatshirt and camisole underneath off me. I help him by sitting up, revealing the stretched skin beneath, curved and rounded in the slightest way it wasn’t before.

My throat closes as he stares, his hands caressing the smooth skin in such a gentle way like he’s afraid I’ll shatter. “That’s our baby in there,” he repeats, words cracking.

He looks up at me, catching me staring back with glassy eyes. Climbing over me, he claims my lips and threads his fingers through my hair to mold my mouth to his. My pelvis arches to grind against the hard cock trapped in his jeans, squirming to get friction and relieve the pressure that’s built inside me.

He works his way down my body, spending time reacquainting himself with my pebbled nipples. Rolling one between his lips rewards him with a breathy moan that feeds him to do the same with the other until I’m writhing.

“I need more,” I pant, weaving my fingers in his hair and tugging.

His tongue makes a trail between the valley of my breasts, over the bump of my belly, until he teases the waistband of my leggings. Tracing his palms down my sides slowly, he works further down my legs and spreads them wider to fit his broad body between. His finger dips underneath the elastic, moving it down and letting his tongue taste the uncovered skin. My legs try closing as I grind into him again, needing everything from him and more.

I yank his hair with impatience, causing him to relent on his torture and pull my leggings off. Helping him rid them, he guides his palms up my ankles, calves, and thighs, spreading me wide and nipping the skin as he works his way up to my pussy.

Licking a trail up the apex of my thigh has me panting, but not as much as when he shifts to brush the tip of his nose against the seams of my lips. I gasp as he blows on me, the faintest whisper of his name greeting the air in a choked plea. He groans at the taste of me

when he spreads me open and swipes his tongue from my bundle of nerves to my soaked entrance, learning just how much my body needs him right now.

He peels himself away and looks up. “I want you to come in my mouth, Little Bird.”

My head tips back and the air swallows a strangled curse as he works my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. His fingers trail up one of my thighs, kneading the skin, before finding my entrance again. He plays with my arousal, circling his finger around the wetness without entering me. My hips move forward, trying to get as much as I can, causing him to move his tongue toward where his fingers play with me.

I moan loudly when his tongue enters me as his fingers go to my clit, pinching, teasing, anything to make my noises fill the room. My fingers dig into his scalp, guiding his mouth to the rhythm I want as I ride his face to chase my building orgasm. My knees lock on either side of his head as he inserts a finger and licks his way back up to my clit.

Hooking a second finger inside me, he fucks me with his lean digits again and again as he nips my clit until I tighten around him and yell out incoherent words.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp over and over, yanking on his hair harder and pulling him away. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth, wanting me to do just as he said.

My legs struggle to stay open, so he holds them as I writhe beneath him. His tongue penetrates me until I clench it with my climax.

“Please,” I whisper on repeat as my orgasm takes over my body. I spill into his mouth, his tongue not stopping until my hips stop moving and my body becomes sated on the carpet.

Pulling away, he caresses my legs and looks at my flushed face before I cover it with the crook of my arm to catch my breath. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”

He shows me just that when he slides out of his clothes and positions himself right where he’s meant to be between my legs, thrusting his cock into me over and over until I’m screaming his name in as many positions as he can bend me.

And every time he empties himself into me, he kisses my stomach and whispers sweet nothings to the baby inside, telling us both how much he loves us before making me come again.

Chapter Fourteen

Corbin / Present

Breathing in a faint peach scent, I pull a warm body into me and smile. My eyes crack open to see strands of light brown hair hiding a peaceful sleeping face where we rest in her bed. Her lips are parted as she snuggles closer into my side, her cheek using my chest as a pillow.

Closing my eyes, I soak in the moment. How long have I been searching for this contentment without realizing it? Nuzzling my nose against the crown of her head, I pull her closer to my body. She groans and moves her hand up my chest, placing it just above the tattoos that rest on my pec.

Just like she did before.

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