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His mouth latched onto her nipple and drew hard. He knew she liked it. Needed it, even craved it to get some respite from the heaviness and sensitivity that followed her around all the time. The first flutters of a sweet orgasm flooded her system and warmed her like the sun.
She slipped her fingers into Simon’s hair and held him tighter to her chest, urging him for more. Just then she didn’t want gentleness. She wanted the raw Simon. Her nails bit into his scalp and the humming groan around her nipple was chased by his dexterous fingers along her clit. He shoved her fingers out of the way to get deeper inside her, to thrust harder the way she needed him.
“You. I need you, Simon.” Margo reached for his belt and fished her hand into his jeans to find the long, hard length of him. She dragged him closer by the cock and pushed him back onto the bed.
“Whoa.”
She rolled the panties over her butt and flung them onto the floor before climbing over him and settling him where she needed him most.
“Margo.” His groan was low and long as she sunk down on him and slowly rode him. It was easier for her to be on top right now. Not because he couldn’t get on top of her, but because he was forever worried about being too much for her.
And that was fine with her.
She splayed her fingers over his belly, pushing his shirt up as she took him deeper and longer with each pass over him. She widened her knees until there was no air between them.
Until the rough hair at the base of his cock gave her just the friction she needed to get over the plateau she was sitting on. She screamed out his name as he arched up to suck on her nipple then dragged her mouth down to his. He gripped her hips, grinding her harder against him until she was nothing but golden light and the endless sparkles of release.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sunk her fingers into his hair while she whispered his name in an endless chant against his mouth. He thrusted up inside her and bit down on her bottom lip before he tangled their lips, mimicking his movements as his cock filled her.
They rocked through another release on her end before he finally pulsed inside of her and let go.
So, so good.
They fell into a heap on their freshly made bed. Their legs tangled and Simon drew little designs on her shoulder.
“How is it we’re even better at this?”
She rested her chin on her hand and tweaked his nipple. “Lots of practice.”
He laughed and rolled her onto her back. “I know that part. But this…” He cupped her belly, which was much more pronounced when she was flat on her back. He pressed a kiss to her still sweaty skin. “I’m always so worried I’ll hurt her.” He nuzzled along the side of her stomach. “And then you get me all fuc—freaking—revved and I forget myself.”
She patted her belly. “The little housing unit we have here keeps everything nice and protected. Pretty soon I won’t be so mobile though.”
He slid next to her and transferred his doodles to her belly. “I had a dream about our daughter.”
She smiled softly. “Did you?”
“Yeah, when you were…” He looked down at her belly, then back up to her eyes. “When you were gone. I dreamed of a dark-haired little girl on a swing. The one outside.”
Her eyes misted over. “That’s beautiful, Simon. You were giving me all that hope. I could feel it when I was in that dark room.” It was harder for Simon to hear about what she went through than it was for her to tell it. Before he could pull away, she covered her hand over his on her belly. “I knew you wouldn’t let us down.”
Simon blinked away tears and nodded. “I’d have done anything to get you back. I’ve never felt so fucking helpless in my life. If Donovan hadn’t…” He huffed out a shaky breath. “I’ll never bitch about him again.”
She cupped his face. “I’ll remind you of that.”
He pressed his cheek into her hand. “I’m sure you will.” He kissed her palm. “The little girl had a name.”
“I don’t get any input? This is how you’re getting around it.” It figured that Simon would find some way to get his stamp on the baby.
“Well, we can discuss it, of course, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be on board.”
“Is that right? What is it?” God, it was going to be Cherry or Gibson. Maybe Taylor, like his guitar. That wasn’t so bad.
“Raine. With an e.”
She blinked at him. “Raine?”
He nodded. “I could hear it plain as day in the dream. I called her Raine.”
