15. Cherish is the word Id use to describe
Chapter 15
Cherish is the word I'd use to describe
TOMER
L ettie’s pout is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Especially when she’s pouting because she’s impatient for my cock.
Not that I can blame her for being frustrated. I am too. The head of my dick was starting to slip inside her when I had a momentary shit fit, fearful I could hurt her or the baby.
“Please hurry,” she whines.
I avoid glancing at her because she already told me she would take care of herself if I denied her. Seeing her do that would be cruel and unusual punishment.
“Patience. I’m checking as fast as I can, sugar.”
My thumb flies over my tablet screen at warp speed. I’m rock-hard and desperate to get inside her. But I won’t do that until I confirm what positions are safest or if there’s anything else I should know. This is new for me, and I’m a worrier by nature. I take my vow to protect her seriously.
She crawls behind me on the edge of the bed, pressing her naked breasts gently against my back and running her silky fingertips over my upper arms. Leaning her seductive mouth over one shoulder, she kisses my neck three times and drags her tongue up toward my ear. “Pretty sure women have been having sex while pregnant since the dawn of time.” She clamps her teeth on my earlobe, sending another surge of arousal to my cock. “Give research a break and get inside me. I’m aching for you. I can’t wait to feel you without a condom.”
Same here.
My eyes scan the screen frantically, searching for the magic words. I’ll do a deeper dive tomorrow, but according to this physician’s website, we’re good to go.
Without waiting another second, I chuck the tablet onto the floor. Three seconds later, her thighs cradle my hips as I tease her weeping pussy with the tip of my cock.
Nothing between us. Finally.
I can feel every decadent bit of her bare flesh.
We can’t take our mouths off each other for more than a quick breath. She adds some wicked torture with tiny upward tilts of her pelvis as I prod the head of my cock through her wet flesh. As frantic as I am for her, I want to savor the moment of connecting without any barriers.
No lies. No fake names.
Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
The first time I entered her without a condom was so rushed I didn’t even realize it was happening through the haze of lust. This time, I intend to memorize the feel of her body taking me inside her, every delicious inch and sensation.
Can’t fucking believe this. Not the sex. But everything in our lives.
My list of three things is happening in reverse. Having babies with Lettie was supposed to be the final step toward happiness. Guess that means I need to take care of numbers one and two faster than planned.
But I’ll worry about that tomorrow.
Right now, I need to make love to the mother of my future child.
“Ready for me, sweetness?”
Her patience is unraveling rapidly, which stokes my dominant side. “If you don’t put that perfect dick inside me now, I’m gonna scream.”
Well, that wasn’t the sweet, polite response I expected. Need to tease her a little, or else she’ll end up topping me from the bottom.
I nibble along the edge of her chin, working down to her throat with nips and licks. “I like making you scream.”
“I promise you won’t like this kind.”
When I chuckle, she tries to sneak her hand between us to reach for my dick.
Naturally, I pull back to deny her.“Did you forget who’s in charge in here, Lettie?”
Her head collapses onto the pillow, and she withdraws her grabby hand. “Why are you messing with me?”
I’m powerless to resist the chance to throw her words back at her from a year ago. Although, I doubt she’ll remember it. I studied our text conversations a ridiculous number of times. Her snark and humor are part of what drew me to her initially. Along with everything else about her.
“I’m testing out new hobbies. So far, messing with you is my favorite.”
She smacks me playfully on the shoulder. Fuck , I love the peace and joy she brings me. “That’s my line. Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
“Ah-ah-ah. Watch that dirty mouth,” I taunt, driving my cock along her slit lengthwise in slow strokes and deftly avoiding her entrance. “We aren’t fucking tonight.”
“Your dick says otherwise.” A whimper escapes her when I dodge another of her attempts to sneak me inside of her. “Babe, come on.”
“We’re making love, sweetness. I’m not fucking you. We aren’t screwing, banging, or any other dumb shit expression for sex. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives. Let me savor the first time I claim this perfect pussy bare and fill you up with every drop of my cum.”
“Okay. That’s hot. But could you just savor it a tad faster?”
I suck her jutted lower lip into my mouth. “Give me some of those manners first.”
Her breathing accelerates as I tease her clit with my tip.“Is that what you’ve been waiting for? Manners?” Her words barely escape through a burgeoning moan.
“Give me what I want, and you’ll get what you want. In fact, we’ll both get what we want.”
She cups my cheeks, holding my face directly over hers. Those puffy, soft lips graze over mine as she begs, “Babe, please make love to me. Please put that exquisite cock inside me and fill me up. I need to feel you.”
“That’s more like it.”
Done edging us, I adjust my position and begin easing inside her.
Fucking perfection.
Like our bodies, hearts, and souls, our lips join too. She holds me so tightly, keeping me flush against her as I push deeper.
Her pussy softens to welcome me home, surrounding me with wet, warm velvet.Each forward pulse is better than the last. The gradual pace is both excruciating and mesmerizing. I could quickly thrust forward and bottom out in less than a second, giving my body what it craves—all of her at once.
But failing to cherish this moment fully would be a tragedy.
“Holy shit,” she rasps, her eyes rolling back.
“Look at me, sugar bear. I need to see your beautiful eyes.”
Like my perfect girl, she flings her eyes open. The sparkling blue of her irises holds me captive in their endless depths.
“Babe,” she mewls, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to keep her vision locked on mine. “It feels so...”
“I know, sweetness. I know.” My voice comes out like gravel when I finally bottom out. “So damn perfect.”
“Yes.” She tilts her chin to connect our mouths.
Finally .
I refuse to withdraw even slightly for as long as I can stand it. Instead, I pulse forward, grinding harder to prolong the sensation of being completely engulfed inside her body, the way I want to stay inside her soul.
I need to be part of her forever.
When the urge to thrust becomes too powerful to deny, I rock my hips languidly, unwilling to rush a second of this. Our slow strokes take on a delicious rhythm, steadily increasing until the headboard rocks into the wall with each move. She guides the pace almost as much as I do, squeezing her thighs around my hips and meeting my every thrust.
Everything else disappears.
It’s just the two of us.
Between tender kisses, we whisper words of adoration, adding to the beauty of the moment. Because this isn’t fucking. It’s a soul-joining connection.
There should be a better phrase for this than making love. That’s a silly notion, honestly. Making love . As if that’s possible, considering what I already feel for this woman. I could fill the ocean with my love for her.
We couldn’t possibly make more.
So, instead, we celebrate our love. Or revel in it. Moan by moan. Kiss by kiss. Stroke by stroke.
As our pace picks up, she removes her fingernails from my back, where she’s been ferociously marking me, and laces our hands together. Delicately, she pulls them over her head, encouraging me to pin her hands to the mattress.
Is she missing the bondage aspect, or does she simply want to feel at my mercy? I don’t have time to think about it because her pussy starts fluttering around my cock, and her keening sounds spike in volume.
“Come for me, Lettie baby. Take me with you.”
And she does.
As she seizes and shatters with her climax, tingles start at the base of my cock. Driving in and out of her at a steady pace, I refuse to speed up even though my body wants to. But the slower pulsing doesn’t hold back my climax. Without the condom, I feel her orgasm even more acutely, and it spirals me into euphoria.
She must know how close I am to release because she bucks her hips wildly and says the hottest fucking thing she’s ever said to me. “Fill me up, babe. Please come inside me. I want every drop.”
That’s all it takes. I’m gone.
With a deep rumble, I careen over that peak and empty myself into her tight heat. Pulse after pulse, I fill her up with warm spurts of my release as I jerk and thrash into her.
Ecstasy.
Our mouths collide, and we drink down each other’s pleasure-filled cries while we ride out the bliss together. For a long time, we stay connected, wrapped up in each other. I don’t want to pull out. I may never again.
Nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
I’ve claimed every inch of her, same as she’s done to me. She’s carrying our baby. Even if the DNA ends up not matching, it doesn’t matter to me. We’re forever connected—heart, mind, and soul.
And I’ll never let anything come between us.
She is my forever.