Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You taste like fucking magic, baby.”
My body is his slave but my heart swears fealty to him when he bends over and pushes my shirt up. He presses a kiss over my belly and whispers, “Hi, little bean. Better hold tight because I’m getting ready to rock your mama’s world.”
Bain’s gaze rises and meets mine ever so briefly before his mouth descends on me. His fingers caress and his tongue tastes. The intimacy of oral with Bain has always made my heart flutter because he so obviously enjoys doing this to me. His groans of pleasure heighten my own and he barely sets up a mind-blowing sucking on my clit before I’m exploding so hard, a sob of pleasure bursts from my chest.
I’m delirious, barely understanding why Bain’s pulling my body a little closer to the edge of the counter but then I realize it’s the perfect height for him. His cock is out and sliding into me, stretching me in all the right ways.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, a curse of appreciation over how great this feels.
Bain forces my legs around his hips, then places his hand behind my neck, pulling me up so he can kiss me. I taste my pleasure on his lips and feel his desire straight through to my bones.
It’s a gentle fucking, just like he did last night. Before we left Dr. Segal, Bain asked a litany of questions, among which were concerns about sex.
“We have a very vigorous sex life,” Bain proclaimed, not in a bragging manner. It sounded almost clinical. “Can I hurt the baby?”
Dr. Segal’s been around the block. He didn’t even bat an eye. “You can have sex as often as you want.”
“But how gentle do I need to be?”
I placed my hand over my mouth to cover my smile, but Bain wasn’t joking. He looked at Dr. Segal expectantly.
Dr. Segal smiled. “Hard thrusting is okay. The baby’s in a fluid sac. But the cervix tissue can be sensitive, so if you see any spotting, maybe go a little gentler.”
Despite Dr. Segal’s assurances, last night Bain treated me like I was fine china. He made love to me slowly, even though I tried to urge him faster with my hands on his ass.
He refused and being much stronger than I am, I had to go along with it. It was so beautiful and for the first time in our relationship, we actually came together. That was all Bain as he knows my signs and he watched me carefully. He also knows exactly how to touch me between my legs to get me where he wants me. I’ve never had that experience before… simultaneous orgasms, but it was so beautiful that I want them all to be that way.
It appears that’s what Bain’s trying to do again. He moves inside me gently, his face all harsh angles of pleasure, and I can tell he wants to let loose.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tighten my legs around his hips. Bain’s mouth is on mine, kissing me deeply while fucking me so sweetly. The angle I’m sitting only lets him thrust in shallow measures, but it’s hitting my clit just right.
My head spins as I feel another orgasm brewing. I start to pant, my sure sign, and Bain kisses me harder. His hand slips between us and he strums my clit so it’s getting pressure from all angles.
Letting my head fall back, I close my eyes and give in to the pleasure. Just as my orgasm breaks, Bain slides in deep, actually lifting me from the counter with his hands under my ass, and groans deeply. His hips jerk as he unloads. “Fuck, Kiera… just… fuck, that’s good.”
I shudder uncontrollably from the shared experience, wishing it could go on and on forever.
When I lift my head and open my eyes, I find Bain staring at me. His face is flushed, his eyes turbulent. “Tell me it’s better because of what we created.”
There’s a plea within his tone. He doesn’t understand why we’ve grown so much closer in such a short period. The natural answer is the baby, and maybe that’s it.
But maybe we’re just two people who found a deep connection, regardless.
I press my palms to his cheeks and shake my head. “I don’t know what it is. I just know it is.”
He nods, accepting that I know no more than he does. Lifting me from the counter, he walks me into the master bathroom. Supporting me with just one arm under my ass and with me clinging to his body, he reaches into the shower and turns it on.
Only then does he let me slide down and remove the rest of our clothing.
Under the heat of the spray, Bain washes me, moving over my body leisurely. We talk about the game tonight and I promise to cook him another omelet when we get out.