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“I don’t mind. I love her already. Or him.”
“See? You’re already so good at this. I’m going to have to let you take the lead once again.”
Samson watched her distressed eyes slowly growing warm and full. The tears that came now were happy, and Samson and April began to kiss, moving toward one another at the same time. He kissed the salt of her tears from her face and stroked her hair, determined to make sure she knew how precious she was to him.
Fatherhood would come. His own father had grown into it, albeit it had taken him twelve years. Samson fancied himself a quicker study that that, and he had April, who knew how to fight for what she wanted when she had the confidence to do it. He had no doubt that April would fight for him and their child with an unrivaled ferocity.
Samson lifted her onto the bed without breaking their kiss. He couldn’t stop touching her. It had been too long, and he had needed her too much. She pulled her blouse over her head in a fluid motion, revealing breasts that were spilling out of her bra. Samson blessed each with careful kisses, knowing they must still be sensitive.
His kisses descended in a line from her perfect, swollen breasts, to the sweetest little curve rising up from her pelvic bone. They were one now. It had been true before, but now they had to try even harder to make their foundation a strong one. He placed a kiss right at the curve and looked up at her meaningfully.
She unfastened the safety pin holding her shorts together and slipped out of them. Gratefully, Samson began to nibbled and lick along the inside of her thigh. She sighed happily and reached out for his hair. His hands cupped over her buttocks, appreciatively squeezing, and he moved his face closer to her lips.
She smelled different. Good, but more intensely sexual. Her body had been at work, changing and preparing. All Samson could do was worship it. And so he did, spreading her lips with his fingers, and administering broad laps inside. He’d been with her long enough to know that it would drive her the wildest if he alternated his lapping, not letting the sensation become too intense on either side. Just bringing her up to the edge, over and over, moving around, and all the while, gently rubbing her mound where soft blonde hair curled shyly.
Her fingers tightened in his hair and her panting grew higher, more needful. Her body was calling for more, and he gave it, lapping faster, and slipping two fingers inside her to rub at the back of her channel. Soon, her whole body was quivering as she moaned and her thighs clenched against his head as though to keep him at his work.
Samson didn’t slow, falter, or rest until his job was done. She was gasping and sweating and her fingers had clamped down on his hair, and all he could thing was how luscious she was, and how much pleasure he would give her for the rest of her life.
A bit proudly, he felt her come twice before he left her off the hook. Even then, he remained in position for a few minutes longer, enjoying the twitch of her lips against his, before he crawled up into the bed with her.
“You are a master.” April made a bowing motion with both hands.
“The pleasure is all mine. Well, most of it is.” Samson curled up against her and rested his hand on her side. “I owed you a bit of relaxation, after all the stress of the last week.”
“There’s going to be more stress. For instance, where will we live after you’re done in Houston? Will I come with you? Will we travel with the baby? What about—”
Samson pressed his head against hers. “It doesn’t matter. We’re both good planners. We will come up with a plan.”
“Okay.” April nuzzled against him. “I’m so glad Lana didn’t stab you.”
“That was a close one.”
Samson trailed his fingers along her stomach, wondering at how she had crashed into his life one day in a tank top and cut-offs and changed everything.
“I never thought I was a man meant for love,” Samson admitted. “I thought I could do without it. Until you.”
“Oh yeah?” April smirked. “Well, you’re welcome.”
“Thank you.”
Epilogue
April checked her rearview mirror as she entered the parking lot. She was definitely excited, and more than a little on edge. She slid into her designated parking spot and leapt out of the car.
She was smiling from ear to ear as she bounced in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the office. Finally, the doors opened, and suddenly there were balloons everywhere, and streamers, and the screaming of a startled toddler. Samson lifted Jude up and gave April a sheepish grin and a wave.
“It’s Mommy!” Samson said. “Hey, kiddo! It’s Mommy! She’s back. Can you say 66th Annual Progressive Architecture Award?”
