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Jessica nodded and licked her lips. “I’ve really wanted you. I don’t mean just to be held or to cuddle. Not that fighting didn’t suck really hard, too. I missed being with you.”
He stood up and slipped off his jacket. “Have you now?”
She grinned, a lascivious light coming to her eyes. “What did you have in mind, Mr. Sanderson?”
“What were you hoping from me, Mrs. Sanderson?”
She sat up and slipped off the long cotton sleep shirt she’d been wearing, freeing her breasts. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he could already see the effects of the pregnancy on her, from the glow of her skin to the swollen roundness of those delectable mounds. “I think you know what I was hoping for, Brent.”
“Babe, I thought you’d never ask.” Then, he made short work of his clothes, getting naked soon after he’d ensured the door to her room was locked. When he was ready, he spread the blanket from off her hips and groaned at the sight of her pale legs and creamy thighs. The only thing separating him from what he truly wanted was a thin pair of cotton underwear. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She blushed. “You’re the only man to ever tell me that, you know?”
“Good. I want to be the only man to ever tell you that. I want it to be the first thing I say to you every morning and the last thing I tell you as we fall asleep. You’re gorgeous, and any idiot boy who never told you that in high school and at college had no idea what he was missing.”
“You don’t have to…”
He kissed her belly, where their twins were already growing strong. How could anyone be more beautiful than the mother of his children? “I do though. I took you for granted, and let someone hurt you. I never want to do that again.”
Brent wasted no time after that. Leaning up, he let his tongue trace over the rigid peak of her nipple. Pulling it into his mouth, he suckled at it, tasting the sweet sweat of her body as it tripped over his tongue. She moaned and begged him for more. He stopped only long enough to help her ease the underwear off her hips and to the floor. Then, Brent climbed up over the bed so that he was hovering over top of her. He put his mouth on her other breast, flicking and flipping his tongue over her areolas. With one hand, he held himself up. With the other, he let himself enjoy the feel of her velvety soft skin as he trailed his fingertips over her hips.
She mewled, sounded so much like a kitten, his sweetheart.
He broke away from the succulence of her breast long enough to answer. “Oh, not yet, babe. I have so much pleasure I want to give you. So much planned now that I know we have the afternoon free and for us.”
“Need you now,” she commanded. “I need all of you, Brent. This time can be fast, but I need you back, please.”
He couldn’t resist the pleas of his fiancée, couldn’t bear to deny her what her heart truly wanted. Grinning, he shifted his hips enough and angled his cock right over her waiting channel. “Are you ready then?”
“God, more than ready, Brent. So wet for you, please!”
He slid into her, and his eyes rolled back at the heat of her pussy. Her core was made for him, her tight, little pussy fit him as tightly as any glove fit the hand it was made for. That’s what he thought, that she was made for him.
Because she was fucking perfect.
With one hand, he found her clit and started to play with it, let his thumb flicker over it, until she bucked against him and then scraped eager nails over his back. They bit into his skin, a hint of pain that enhanced the pleasure of their lovemaking. Moving his hand away, he gripped her hips instead, allowing him to angle perfectly into her pussy, allowing him the chance to press up hard against her clit as they fucked.
“Ready?”
She moaned and nodded. “Always for you, Brent.”
He didn’t need to be told twice after that. He’d been crushed without her, too, and he needed this as much as she did. It was more than physical. This was the melding of souls, the bonding of lives. He’d made her a covenant with his ring, but now he was fulfilling the promise with his body, too. With his essence buried deep inside of her.
The thought of her soon, round with his twins, made his cock hard and he pistoned his hips hard. Finding a fierce rhythm, Brent pounded into her. She screamed and raised her hips up to meet him with every thrust. He felt his balls slapping against her, had the heady scent of her need and musk as well as her lilac perfume saturating the hair. Her nails scraped his back again, and it was all too much, such a twisting, dizzying spiral of want, need and hunger.
Of fulfillment.
His balls tightened, and Brent knew it wouldn’t be much longer. “I can’t hold back anymore, babe.”
