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Before she comes down from her high, I crawl up the bed and kiss her deeply. Her hands roam from my face to neck and down my upper back. Moving to her side, she shifts the second pillow to the side and rolls onto hers. I brush her blonde locks aside and kiss the back of her neck and over her spine between her shoulder blades. She lays a hand over mine on her hip, lacing our fingers and encouraging me to paint her skin with my touch.
Shelly hasn’t stated as much, but I get the impression she feels less attractive as her belly grows. The dramatic changes to her body have darkened her mood some days. Stolen her sunshine. And on those days, I hold her more. Closer. Tighter. Longer.
Each day of this journey… I have loved them all. The light and dark. The highs and lows. They give me perspective. Allow me to appreciate life and love and us in unimaginable ways.
She may not enjoy the changes to her body, but I love her more because of them. Love what those changes represent. Our connection. Our love. Strength and bravery and hope. The future.
Tracing my hand along the curves and dips of her torso, she releases my fingers when I reach her breast. I palm one in my hand. Massage and pinch and tease. A moan floats through the air as she grinds her butt against my erection.
I want to be inside her, desperately, but I take my time. Tease her body with lips and fingers and insatiable hunger. Make her comfortable. Make her feel good. Make her as equally desperate for me as I am her. Let her know that I love her and her body at every stage of life.
Sex with Shelly isn’t just about getting off—both of us could do that easily. Sex with Shelly is uninhibited intimacy. Deep and pure and indestructible. A physical act to show her just how much I want her, need her, can’t be without her. A way to show her she is still who I want, always. That when I look at her, heat floods my veins, my heart, every cell in my body.
“Devlyn,” she whisper-moans as I pinch her nipple harder. She pushes her breast into my touch. “Please,” she begs as moisture coats the tip of my erection.
I release her nipple and trail my fingers down her body, over the curve of her ass, and dip down between her thighs. Two fingers trace her seam and she shivers. Up and down. Up and down. I slick my fingers in her juices before pushing them inside.
Her gasp fills the air as I slowly pump two fingers inside her, over and over. She grips my forearm, her nails biting my flesh. This pain is one I have come to love, one I look forward to feeling, receiving.
My fingers pump faster, harder as her breaths come in quick, shallow pants. She rocks her hips harder against my touch, grinding, and I know she is close. I slip my fingers out and circle her clit once, twice, three times before dipping back inside. Pin her back to my front with my other arm. Circle her clit again and close my eyes as her body catapults once more.
She rides out her high with my fingers still inside her. As her body comes down, I pull my slick fingers out and paint her orgasm on my cock. Positioning my tip at her entrance and hand on her hip, I kiss her shoulder. “Love you, Andromeda.”
She brings a hand to my hair and fists the locks, pinning me to the crook of her neck. “Love you, too.”
With a slow rock of my hips, I fill her fully. We moan in unison. Her grip on my hair tightens as she grinds back against me. Inch by thick inch, I pull out to the tip before plunging forward. The first few rocks of my hips are slow, methodical, premeditated. I bask in every little whimper that leaves her lips. Relish every move her body makes as she silently begs for more.
And then, we are anything but slow and steady.
In a blink, the beast inside me claws its way to the surface and growls. My hips piston faster as my touch digs and bruises her hip and breast. I strengthen my hold on her frame and pump a vicious, hungry, punishing rhythm with my cock.
Her sweet cries of pleasure fill my ears. Her sweat slicks my skin and hers. And it isn’t long before her body lets go and she moans my name. I bite the curve of her neck as I come undone inside her, my hold on her never more fierce.
Nothing compares to this. Shelly in my arms. Our bodies connected in every possible way. Both of us in a state of euphoria. Our connection isn’t purely sexual, but the sex is explosive.
Shelly and I were lucky. We connected as friends before becoming lovers. Formed a bond I never thought possible. Discovered love slowly and together. Constructed an unbreakable connection.
In less than a year, Shelly and I have experienced so much together. Good and bad. Had we not faced the hardships and heartache, our love may not be what it is today. In our small blip of time together, we have been through a lot. Although there was hurt, I wouldn’t change any of it. Although I almost lost her, and myself, we found our way back to each other.
My arms band around her body—one above her belly, one below—and hug her closer. I pepper her skin with kisses from her neck to the edge of her shoulder. Breathe her in and bask in the taste and touch and scent of her.
“Love you so much, Shell,” I whisper against the back of her neck. “So much.” My hands shift and embrace her expanding belly. Our baby.
She lays her arms over mine and squeezes me to her. “Love you more, Dev.”
Not possible. Not by a long shot.
A chuckle slips from her lips as her body shakes. “Should we do our homework now?”
I join her light laughter. “Yeah. In a minute. Just want to lie here a little longer.” And never let go.
TWENTY-FIVE
SHELLY
I wake drenched in sweat,the covers tossed from my body hours ago. The ceiling fan whirs above as the air conditioning blows cool air from the vent. Yet, I look like I just stepped out of the shower.
Looking to Devlyn’s side of the bed, I find it empty. The cotton sheets cool.
