Page 21 of Suddenly Pregnant

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Everything.

Sweet baby Jesus, he was everything for her too. Though she suspected the right now disclaimer he’d used wouldn’t ring true in her case. But she couldn’t obsess over it—not when he captured her lips in his, and she quickly forgot about the world beneath her feet.

Literally.He lifted her from the ground, hooking his arms under her knees, earning a gasp of surprise from her.

He kept kissing her as he moved, and when he climbed the flight of stairs she realized he was taking her to his room. Excitement bubbled inside her, she nipped his lip, and he growled in response. Her cream drenched her folds, and she squirmed in his arms, wishing he was already inside her.

When he put her on his bed, she moaned, registering the modern minimalist décor of his room. A couple of abstract canvases with pictures probably worth more than her yearly salary occupied the light blue walls, and heavy dark grey curtains framed the glass doors leading to the private balcony.

“Get naked,” he said, peeling off his shirt. Then, he pulled down his pants, and surprise, he’d gone commando. She had to appreciate his pragmatism, as she herself had forgone wearing a bra.

His cock jutted out, proud and hard, and that zing of deep desire traveled through her again, sending little shocks of awareness.

“Can I say hello?” she asked, a sense of female empowerment coming down on her with the intensity of a short circuit.

“This isn’t about me.”

“No. But how can I learn if I don’t practice?” she said, adding a notch of sassiness to her voice. She scooted on the bed until she was on the edge, and reached for him. Before he could protest, she touched it—tentatively at first, running the tip of her fingers up and down his cock, the contact shooting an arrow of lust up her arm. He was magnificent—large, girthy, and downright gorgeous. She didn’t have experience seeing dicks to know that, like in other areas in the look department, he had a massive advantage.

He let out a long growl of male approval, and the deep sound encouraged her to continue her exploring. A surge of desire, urgent and raw, blasted through her. She closed her palm around him, and stroked him, her hand going slow at first, then a notch faster when she felt him tense up and grow harder under her touch.

With the other hand, she caressed his balls, enjoying their texture and fullness.

She wanted more. More of him.

A thrill ran down her spine, and she darted out her tongue, then dipped her head and tasted him. She enjoyed the smooth texture of his skin encircling the hardness inside. There was also a dash of saltiness to his flesh, and she quickly lapped her tongue at him, unsure if he’d approve of her moves or not, but unable to contain herself.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, diving his fingers into her hair then grabbing a fistful and tugging it. Okay, definitely an approval.

The way he tugged her hair sent her nerves into maximum sensitization, her breasts fuller and heavier than normal. Every single part of her was boiling, ready to explode. She closed her mouth around him, driving him in and out of it.

Then he withdrew himself from her mouth, and when she looked at him, his blue eyes looked almost black besides the flecks of silver burning in his irises. The intensity stole air from her lungs. “My turn,” he said, his voice so thick it took her a couple of seconds to register his words and make sense of them.

When he threw her back on the mattress and pulled her thighs apart, she moaned. Her thighs trembled, anticipation riding her like a dangerous thunderstorm. He kissed her thighs, nipping at them, and she undulated her hips, having a hard time resisting the urge to clench her legs together and try to get some relief. Smart man he was, he prevented her, gently coaxing her thighs apart, and going for the kill when he French kissed her pussy.

“Jack,” she whimpered, as sensations swirled within her, a mix of heady lust filling her brain, and the heat whispering over her erogenous zones.

He swung her right leg over his shoulder, and got even more intimate access to her, licking her folds, his tongue working her flesh to the max.

He devoured her like she was the last meal of a dead man walking. Soon, jolts of pleasure traveled through her, short-circuiting her system as he didn’t let up and ate her, sucking her, ravenously, making her his. Moans left her lips like she had no say in the matter.

Her body jerked, dots flashing from the corner of her eyes, and she came undone, trembling, and in a primal way—she felt like he drained the energy from her, her cream, bit by bit, until he was sated, or at least less ravenous, and she was left desperately trying to catch her breath.

But he didn’t give her too much time.

He traced a path of kisses up her thighs then to her belly, then gave her breasts a lot of attention. The arousal she thought had dampened with the orgasm revved up again, this time even stronger, more intense.

He nipped at her right breast while cupping the other, and it was like fire flowed in her veins. She arched her back, giving herself to him, and scratched her nails on his shoulder blade, wanting him to know how much he was torturing her. With a growl, he switched from one breast to the other, and worked his hand down between her legs. A fresh coat of hot cream slicked her folds, already drenching.

She wanted this man.

So. Bad.

She wanted every bit of him, and not just tonight. Forever.

Her heart expanded in her chest, and not just because he caught her sensitive, swollen nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it. That was amazing, sure. Though the reason sending her pulse points to the edge was because damn it… she loved this man. How could she deny it any longer?

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