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We both chuckled.
“I have one more surprise for you. I’ve been playing around with the wording of a proposal for your non-profit idea.”
She shook her head, smiling. “You didn’t need to do that. I don’t need you to do the hard work for me.”
“I’m not doing the hard part, just helping you find a jumping off point. The details you’ll determine on your own–this is just a start.” I kissed her cheek, and she blushed. “I’m your partner now, Amelia. We’re going to be married, and I want to support you in every way I can. I had some free time, so I started poking around, that’s all.”
“I love you,” she sighed, her hand coming up to tug lightly at my shirt. “You know, if you’re wanting to support me and poke around, I’ve got a few ideas…”
Chapter 35
Amelia
Nathaniel said the dishes could wait. Who was I to argue? It was his house, after all.
We held hands walking upstairs together, sharing kisses when we made it to the landing. He peeled off my t-shirt while I undid his belt buckle, each of us fumbling for the other’s clothing as we stumbled into the bedroom.
It was a calm night and low tide in the ocean below, the sound of the waves dull and distant. I looked out the glass wall to the tiny lights on the other side of the cove, remembering our first night together in this very same room. A shiver sailed through my core at the memory of being pressed up against the glass while Nathaniel made love to me.
Stepping out of my socks and slipping out of my jeans, I let him undo my bra, shyly peeking at him as he fussed with the hooks. He pulled the straps off my arms, and it dropped to the floor, exposing my sensitive nipples to the cool air of the room.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his palm stroking my breast softly, then squeezing my waist. “I miss you when you’re not here.”
He was different with me now that I was pregnant. A little gentler, a little slower with each movement. Still hungry for me, but more tender than ever.
My tummy and breasts had been hurting like crazy lately, and Nathaniel’s soft kisses and careful touches made me feel so beautiful. He was cherishing me, in awe of my body, worshiping every inch of skin.
When we were both naked, he hoisted me up and laid me on top of his bed, settling over me. I was aching for him, my pussy wet and needy, but he took his time–kissing a line up from my bent knees to my thighs, up to my belly, his expression reverent and his caresses adoring as he lavished my body with love.
With his hand splaying around my hip, he pressed his lips to my abdomen, covering my skin in soft, sweet kisses. He kept mouthing at my belly while he brought his other hand to the soft patch of curls between my thighs, stroking back and forth, relaxing me and exciting me all at once.
“I want to make you feel good,” he murmured, dragging a finger down my center, parting my folds and gathering my juices up to my clit, circling it and eliciting a tiny gasp from my throat. He trailed back down to my entrance and up again, repeating the process until I was slick and writhing for him.
“You already are,” I said truthfully.
“You’re so wet,” he cooed, slipping a single digit inside me. “Is this all for me?”
“All for you,” I whined, my walls tight around his finger, desperate for more.
He brought his tongue to my center and started licking softly at my sensitive bundle of nerves. A wave of pleasure bloomed outward from my core. I fisted the sheets, gripping them tightly, scrabbling for purchase as he brought me higher and higher.
“You taste like heaven, baby,” he mumbled, lapping and sucking, adding a second finger and curling his fingers forward, finding that sweet spot that made me see stars. My thighs tensed, every nerve ending in my body alive with pleasure.
He knew how I liked to be touched, knew exactly how to make me come undone.
“Nathaniel–” I gasped, already falling over the edge, my pussy fluttering against his mouth, my whole body tingling and trembling as each shock of bliss tightened and released.
“You’re so sensitive,” he said, awed. “Coming on my tongue so sweetly like that.”
Floating down from the heights of my orgasm, I laughed softly. Nathaniel pressed wet kisses to my thighs, his lips swollen and glistening, hair mussed.
My body was electric, open and responsive to every touch. I wanted to take everything he had to give, to feel closer to him in every way.
“Please,” I whined. “I need…”
“Tell me,” he said, kissing a trail from my navel to my breasts, “tell me what you need, Amelia.”
“I need to feel you,” I breathed, “I need you inside me.” I reached for his shoulders. He moved up to settle between my legs, bringing his lips to mine as he positioned himself. Tasting my nectar on his mouth, I hummed with a renewed hunger, my body already yearning for more sensation.
