Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Morning,” she said, voice rough with sleep, and stretched against me like a cat.
“Morning.” I brushed hair back from her face. “How’s my girl?”
“Which one?” She smiled, slow and sleepy, and pressed her palm flat over my hand where it rested on her belly. “We’re both good.”
I caught her gaze and scowled. “You could have at least gotten knocked up with a boy. I’ll have to run off every male over the age of ten in Nashville and that would be bad for tourism.”
She giggled and my heart soared. I gently rolled her to her back before leaning in to kiss her in unhurried slides of my tongue inside her mouth. She made a soft, pleasurable sound against my mouth and rolled us so she straddled my hips, still kissing me lazily. Contentedly. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I dared. I’d been careful for three weeks now, like she was made of something breakable when we both knew she wasn’t. She let me have that small worry over her. Likely because she knew I needed to care for her more than she needed the care. But she’d suffer through it. She always let me have that, even when she rolled her eyes at me.
I slid my hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and she arched into my palm, sighing when I squeezed gently. She sat and braced her hands on my chest. I looked at her for a long moment in the silvery morning light. The small new swell of her stomach, the way her whole mindset had changed as she thought about being a mother. All the energy she’d put into fighting her way back to Enclave Éclipse, despite my wishes, she now put into readying herself for motherhood. And, I hoped, into being my wife.
“You’re staring,” she said.
“I like the view.” I grinned at her. “Very much indeed.”
She laughed, a low merry chuckle. With a sigh, she lay back on top of me as she found my cock with her clit so every stroke of her hips put friction on her clit and flooded her sweet pussy with moisture.
I kissed her throat, her collarbone. I rolled us slowly, taking my time to settle myself between her thighs. “Not too heavy?”
She gave me a startled look. “I cannot believe the shit that just came out of your mouth.”
I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, honey.”
“You can seriously ask me that after what we did last night?” She grinned up at me. “I seem to remember you practically falling asleep still inside me.”
“Yeah. What do you expect, though? I’m an old man. You wore me out.”
Again, she laughed merrily. I caught her laughter with my kiss and savored every sweet stroke.
“Tonio.” She spoke my name so soft and full of want.
“I’m right here, baby. I’ll always be here. With you.” I slid inside her pussy in a long, slow glide. She gasped, her eyes widening slightly before settling into a contented, dreamy smile. “There’s my girl. You like it when I fuck you.” Deliberately, I spoke to her tenderly while saying filthy things to her. She loved it. So did I.
She rolled her hips to meet me, slow at first, her breath catching every time I slid in deep. I braced on one forearm to keep the rest of my weight off her and watched her face because I never got tired of watching her expressions when I was inside her.
“You’re doing that thing again,” she said, breathless, but she still smiled up at me.
“What thing?”
“Treating me like glass.”
“I’m treating you like the mother of my child.” I rolled my hips deep, slow, and she gasped, nails biting into my shoulders. “There’s a difference.”
“Feels the same to me.”
“Then let me show you the difference.” I picked up the pace, still controlled, still careful, but harder now, deep enough to make her cry out and grab a fistful of the sheet beside her head. Her pussy squeezed around me tight and wet, and I groaned low in my throat, buried my face against her neck.
She came apart quietly this morning, none of the desperate wildness of that first night after Éclipse. A low moan and her pussy shuddered and tightened around my cock.
I still moved deliberately slowly, my hips rolling with hers in perfect rhythm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and met every thrust with one of her own, her nails dragging lightly down my back, her breath hot against my ear.
“I love you,” I said against her throat, and felt her go still under me for half a second before her whole body answered, clenching around me, drawing a groan out of my chest I didn’t try to hide.
“I love you too,” she breathed. “Tonio --”