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He stands up suddenly and grabs me, pulling me into his arms and dipping me backward for the most breathtaking, passionate, sensual kiss he’s ever given me.
Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed, setting me down gently and quickly stripping me of my clothes.
Once he’s naked, too, he leans down and squeezes my boob, causing me to wince.
He shifts so he’s on his hands and knees above me. “This is all new to me. Tell me what’s okay and what’s not. Tell me if anything hurts or where I shouldn’t touch.”
I smile at his thoughtfulness, his endless desire to keep me safe. “You can touch everywhere, but everything is a little more sensitive right now—my nipples and between my legs. My boobs really hurt, so don’t squeeze too hard. And,” I reach out and stroke his cock, “don’t be too forceful during sex or it might make me bleed.” His eyebrows shoot up in concern. “It doesn’t hurt me or the baby. It’s just because everything is more sensitive.”
He drags a finger up my center. “Where do you want me to start?” he asks.
“Nipples,” I whisper.
He dives forward, mouth instantly connecting with one nipple, while his thumb and pointer gently pinch and tease the other. I let out a moan at the feeling of his warm tongue drawing circles around my nipple. When he gently grazes it with his teeth, then flicks it with his tongue, my whole body warms, and then I feel a soft pulsating between my legs. “Oh… Luke… yes,” I moan, my head dropping back against the mattress.
He slowly pulls away from me, a look of confusion on his face. “Did you just have a—”
“Nipplegasm?” I ask with a wry smile. “Yes, I did.”
His mouth slides open a little and then he pins my wrists above my head and leans down, giving me a slow, sensual kiss. “I didn’t know that was a real thing.”
“I got the idea from somewhere,” I say, smirking at the fact that he’s referencing a couple from one of my books, specifically the female main character’s proclivity toward nipple orgasms. “But don’t get too caught up in it. They’re fun, but they don’t exactly, uh, get the job done.”
“Lucky for you, I do,” he rumbles in my ear.
Then he slides his hand between my legs and proceeds to make me come with his fingers, his mouth, and then that rock hard muscle between his legs.
When we’re finished, he cleans me up and tucks me in bed.
The night we first had sex, he said he was going to worship me. It’s not that I didn’t believe him, it’s that I didn’t know what that meant. It meant he was going to take care of me in every way, leave me feeling safe and secure and full of his love.
As he wraps his arms around me in bed, I realize I’ve never felt safer in my entire life. Nothing will ever compare to the comfort of his arms.
Luke
I should be sleeping, but I can’t. Every time I close my eyes, I imagine her with a beautiful baby bump. I think of the little person growing inside her right now. I can’t believe she’s carrying our baby. Or how I acted earlier.
So many thoughts race through my mind, guilt for how I reacted, excitement for what’s to come, nervousness at the uncertainties, and desire—not sexually at the moment. My desire is for her. For us. To be intertwined. I look down at the empty spot on my arm. I can’t wait to get my tattoo next week. It feels like the highest form of commitment, not that I’m unsure of my love for her—I’m excited for it.
She rolls over and runs her hand down my cheek. “What are you thinking about?”
“How to get you to rest. You need sleep.”
She sticks her lip out. “I’m nauseous. Not enough that I’m going to throw up, but enough that I can’t get into a good sleep.”
I wrap my arms around her and feel like my heart is bursting out of my chest. “I’m thinking about our future. Having a baby with you. Moving in here. Telling the boys. Marrying you.”
She smirks at me. “I don’t recall you proposing. And if that was it, gotta say, not your bestwooing.”
I gently tickle her ribs, causing her to screech with laughter. “When I propose, you’ll know it. I hope you know it won’t be long. Just gotta find a good ring,” I tease. Although I am very serious about not waiting too long. What’s the point of waiting when you’re sure? Does it sound crazy? Probably. But I’ve known her most of my life. I trust her completely. I’ve spent plenty of time with her and have been in love with her for almost a year. She’s having my baby. Why would I wait?
She’s so quiet that I wonder if she’s finally fallen asleep until she whispers, “I actually have a ring.”
“What?”
She leans over and touches the lamp, allowing enough light to fill the rooms so she can see to move around. I watch her climb out of bed and go to her closet. After hearing her rummaging around for a few minutes, she comes back with a small box. She climbs back on the bed and hands it to me. I flip it open and see a large oval opal on a white gold band with diamonds in a halo around it.
“That was my grandmother’s. She left it to me when she passed. I always loved the ring. I love opal.”
