Page 8 of Suddenly Pregnant

He intensified the kiss, and she felt like she’d die from an internal fire that spread through her entire body. Then, he coaxed her to a laying position without breaking the kiss, and pulled down her jeans. She arched her hips from the floor to help him remove it, and along with it went her underwear.

Getting rid of clothes should give her a measure of relief with the state of her internal temperature. But it only did the opposite. No one, besides her doctor, had ever seen her like this… well, maybe her friends as they changed in the gym locker room, but this was different.

This was… intimate. Feral. Raw.

He lowered his lips to hers again, with the eagerness of an old lover’s longtime reunion. He then slid his hand between her legs, causing more pearly cream to coat her folds. Growling, he bit her lower lip, and she moaned in response, loving how the ache underlined the delightful thrills arrowing up and down her body.

“Yes,” she hissed.

She’d pictured her first time differently. With a lot more preparation, and less clothes. Though she wouldn’t change a thing about the moment. He inserted three fingers, the sweet intrusion sending a sting of pain at first, quickly surpassed by a need for more—more of what she didn’t know, didn’t understand, but certainly couldn’t go without. Not anymore.

He whispered something she couldn’t hear, his voice so deep and achingly sexy.

“Hmm, yes,” she said.

“God, you’re so tight.”

She gasped. Shit. Should she tell him? No. He’d only question even sleeping with a twenty-six-year-old woman who was still a virgin. That would kill the mood, and would taint her first time. “Sorry. I’ve been told,” she said, then wished she could disappear for a moment. I’ve been told, she repeated silently. Was that the best she got? Embarrassment and shame stabbed at her, and she would have stopped the whole thing if he hadn’t started to roll his thumb over her clit.

A shocking sensation took her, and emptied her mind from any worries or insecurities.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath.

He kissed the outer part of her ear, and she melted, relaxing into his touch, even though her sex sizzled. Her clit swelled, and a whimper left her lips. The plea of a woman who needed more. Needed him.

She reached for his shirt, and clumsily helped him pull it over his head. He tossed it aside, and she ran her fingers along his impressively broad shoulders and muscly biceps. Having his bare chest rub against her was insanely hot. He was warm, taut and strong. Right now, he was hers—and she’d be a fool not to enjoy it.

He descended and lowered his lips to hers again, and she kissed him with the libido that had been bottled inside for all those years. “Billie,” he said, and she loved the way he called her name, his accent more pronounced, the urgency in his voice causing her to hum in response.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she said, her voice breathy, desire fogging her brain.

He said something she didn’t comprehend, then reached down to his pants, and made quick work of pulling them down along with his briefs. She arched toward him, bucking her hips, and it was like the raging passion consuming her had a will of its own and told her what to do.

She didn’t feel like she was a novice at this, even though she was. Being with him was so natural and so right that she allowed herself to enjoy the moment. Enjoy him.

He positioned his thick, large cock at her entrance, the brush causing tingles to shoot up her entire body. She squirmed under him, wanting more friction, wanting him inside her.

Slowly, he inched into her, and she held her breath for a moment, adjusting to his size, her drenched walls clinging to him with airtight efficiency. A pang of discomfort hit her when he ventured deeper, and she moaned, but he caught her lips in his again, and the achiness melted away, or simply just shifted into a much more delightful sensation.

“Your pussy is so hot,” he said after he wrenched his lips off hers. “So wet and tight.”

That was… good, right? She almost asked, but knew she’d give herself away if she said something that stupid. “So good,” she hissed, referencing to having him inside her, feeling his cock pulse within her walls, his labored breath fanning her lips, his half-closed eyes on hers.

Soon, he increased the pace, his cock slamming into her then withdrawing midway only to return—each time, deeper. Each time, shoving her into the brink of an orgasm. She ran her fingers along his arms, lightly scratching his flesh, and earned a few growly moans of approval from him. He had to be close too, she knew it.

When he took almost all of himself out of her, he withdrew a notch, enough so he stared into her eyes. A thrill rippled through her, and she bit her lower lip. Then, he impaled her again, all the way to the hilt, and this time, a downpour of colorful and fiery sensations coursed through her, riding her body from top to bottom, and she found it impossible to stop from trembling, her limbs shaking, her heart exploding.

He thrusted one more time, and with a growl, announced his own release, filling her with his hot load, and giving her that sense that once again, he completed her. Filled her. And she hoped this high he’d put her on would go away once they were no longer naked. A small part of her laughed, and mocked her. If only she were right…

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