Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Every time I see your stomach, it’s grown a little more.” He smiles warmly up at me and then gives my bump a soft kiss, making my thighs clench. “I think we should take a picture…for the scrapbook.”
He sits up on his haunches and pulls his phone out, aiming it at me. With my body changing and my clothes no longer fitting, I’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious. But then Nate looks at me the way he does, and I can’t help but feel sexy.
“You know this can’t go into my scrapbook, right?” I say with a laugh when the click of his camera goes off.
“Oh, I know. But I think I’m going to start one of my own.” He glances at me and waggles his brows. “It will be for our eyes only. A scrapbook of you growing my baby.”
He takes a few more pictures of me and then pockets his phone.
“I love you like this,” he says, gliding his hand over my belly. “As a matter of fact, I might have to keep you like this.” His eyes twinkle with mirth and heat. “How many babies do you want?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe. “Maybe two or three.”
My thoughts go to Nate reading our son a story, rocking him to sleep. They move to us having a little girl with his whiskey-colored eyes and playful smile. Nate playing dress-up with her. Taking them to soccer or dance. Birthday parties and holidays. Family vacations.
Five months ago, I couldn’t even imagine having a family, but now, I can see it all with Nate.
“That sounds like a good number,” he says, sliding his hand over my belly again as his gaze descends.
When he reaches the waistband of my panties, he tugs them down my legs and tosses them to the side so he can situate himself between my thighs.
“This is new,” he says, tugging on my pubic hair.
I usually keep it neatly trimmed, but with my belly getting bigger…
“It’s getting a little harder to see what’s down there,” I mutter, my face and neck warming in embarrassment.
“I like it,” he says, spreading my lips and running the tip of his finger up and down my center. “But if you ever need help, I would be more than happy to volunteer my services.”
“I’ll think about it,” I whisper, so turned on that I’m going to implode if Nate doesn’t get me off soon. “But right now, I just really need you to make me come.”
“Your wish is my command.”
And with those words, he slides down the bed so he’s eye level with my most intimate parts and gets straight to devouring me.
If the way he expertly licks and sucks on my clit weren’t enough to bring me straight to the precipice, his moans of pleasure, as if he’s the one being pleased instead of me, would have me dangling over the edge.
“I’m so close,” I breathe, wanting the pleasure to continue forever and to come at the same time.
Nobody knows my body the way Nate does, and it’s made me realize that it’s not about how long you’re with someone. It’s about caring enough to actually get to know the person you’re with. And Nate cares a lot.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs as he reaches up and tweaks my nipple.
When his tongue leaves my clit, the impending orgasm disappears, and I pout down at him, making him laugh.
“I was almost there.”
“I know, Princess. But the second you come, you’re going to push me away, and I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
I laugh, knowing he’s right. But in my defense, when I come, my body gets so sensitive.
Nate goes back to massaging my clit with his tongue, and between his perfect strokes and pinching my nipples, it doesn’t take long for the most intense orgasm to overtake me. I come so hard that my entire body shakes as blackness speckles my vision and the world around me becomes fuzzy.
When I come to, Nate is staring at me with a soft, smug smile on his face.
“What?” I mutter.
“I love watching you come,” he says simply.
“Good. Now, get up here and fuck me so I can come again.”
He barks out a laugh. “Anything for you,” he says, leaning over and kissing me.
Tasting myself on his lips has me deepening the kiss. There’s just something about knowing he was down there, licking and sucking my juices—and not because I asked him to, but because he wanted to—that’s a turn-on in itself.
Without breaking our kiss, Nate guides himself into me. I’m wet, so he slides right in, filling me like my pussy was made just for him.
“So goddamn perfect,” he murmurs against my lips.
I wrap my legs around him, and he takes that as his cue to start to move. He feels so good inside of me. It only takes a few strokes before I start to feel the stirrings of another orgasm.