“Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”
She traces her fingers down my arms, and the hairs stand to attention. “I will.”
Her touch fires my desire, and I slide my hands around her waist and draw her into me. Our lips collide, and six months of longing pours into the kiss.
My body aches for Stella and so does my heart. To hold her in my arms again touches a place deep inside of me. Since I lost my parents and then my sister, I’ve been lost. But with Stella, I’m home again.
My hands slide under her jacket, and I slip it off her shoulders. Her arms pimple with the sudden cold and I run my hands over her skin, warming her up. She’s wearing a t-shirt that strains against her chest, and I slide it over her head and feast my eyes on her perfect swollen breasts.
They’re larger than when I first met her and just as perfect.
I cup them in my palm and run a finger over her nipple. Stella sucks in her teeth and jerks back.
“They’re a little sensitive right now.”
I pull away from her breasts and move my hand down to her waist. I’ve been dreaming about her breasts, but I’ll have to wait another few months to play out my fantasies.
Stella reaches forward and hooks her thumb under my t-shirt and pulls it off my head. Her fingers trace over my skin, and I suck in a breath at the sensation.
She reaches my belt and undoes it in a flurry of need. We pull at each other’s clothes, discarding them in a pile on the floor.
I roll with her onto the bed, the baby bump not stopping me from entwining my body with hers.
“It might help if I go on top.” Stella rolls on top of me, and I lie back as she climbs over me.
The sight before me is a vision. Stella rising above me, her baby bump and swollen breasts lending new curves to her voluptuous body.
“I’ve missed this so much,” she moans as she slides me between her folds.
I let Stella guide me, and her gaze finds mine as she sinks onto me. I groan in pleasure as she engulfs me in her sticky heat.
My hands find her hips, needing to hold onto her, and I grind her down on me until I fill every inch of her.
It’s better than I remembered, it’s better than I’ve fantasized about. It feels like coming home.
“Stella…” This is better than anything I could have imagined, and I can’t find the words to tell her how much she means to me.
Stella leans forward, and her hair trails down my chest.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too.”
Her hands clasp the headboard and she grinds into me, moving her hips in a hypnotic sway. I watch my woman bring herself to climax, and when she comes down I take her hips and lift her up and down my shaft until I too fall into oblivion. To a place where nothing else matters but the feel of her wrapped around me.
Afterwards we lie in each other’s arms, talking about everything we’ve been doing during our time apart.
I order takeout and we lie in bed eating straight out of the cartons.
Stella rubs her belly and swings her legs out of bed. “I need to stretch my legs.”
She pulls on a robe and paces the room with one hand protectively on her baby bump. “It gets uncomfortable sitting in one place for too long.”
“You want to go for a walk?” It’s nearly midnight, but if she wants to walk then that’s what we’ll do.
“The baby’s always active at night.”
We pull on our clothes and head out into the night. I keep my arm around Stella and we walk a few blocks, talking about our plans for moving to the mountain.
