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"You want me for me, right? Even if you weren't pregnant—"
"Even if I wasn't pregnant, I would've still come back," I said, interrupting him. "I would've still chosen you. Actually, I chose you before I even took the first test. I chose you the second you chose me."
He stared at me, his eyes flicking frantically between mine. "You chose me," he repeated, his voice a barely audible rasp. I moved closer, grabbing his hands and squeezing tight.
"I love you, too," I said softly. His throat bobbed as he nodded, his lips parted like he was trying to speak. A small smile curved my lips at the stunned way he stared, and I pushed up onto my tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "I love you."
His hands slid onto my hips, his fingers digging in slightly as he dragged me closer. "You chose me," he said against my lips, kissing me harder.
"And you chose me," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tight as he lifted me. My legs went around his waist as he walked us to the bed, our kiss never breaking.
Gently, he laid me on the bed, hovering his body over mine as he kissed from my lips, to my jaw, down my neck. My back arched as he made his way to my chest, gently sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair, groaning as he ground his hips against mine.
"I missed you," he rasped, sliding his hand under my shirt. "So much."
"Me too," I breathed, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he ground his hard cock against me. Slowly, he dragged my shirt off over my head and let it fall to the floor.
"We need to be quick," he said, kissing my sternum.
"I can be fast," I promised, nodding frantically. He grinned wickedly as he slid his hand under me, unhooking my bra with ridiculous ease. It fell away and he tossed it to the floor before wrapping his lips around my peaked nipple.
I gasped at the feel of his mouth, his hot, wet tongue on me. His other hand cupped my other breast, his thumb stroking my nipple.
"More," I whimpered. He gently pinched my nipple, twisting it just enough to hurt but still feel good. My hand curled into a fist in his hair, and he pinched tighter. "Eli. Fast."
With an annoyed growl, he pulled away enough to rip my shorts and panties down my legs. His eyes were frantic as he took in my naked body, his hands shaky as he skimmed them over my skin.
"I fucked my fist while I thought about you last night," he said. I smiled up at him as I dragged my hands up my waist to my breast, roughly cupping them. "Wasn't as good as the real thing."
"I'd hope not," I laughed. His eyes snapped to mine, a small grin on his face before he moved his hands to his belt. Quickly, he undid it, yanking his button and zipper open.
"Quiet," he said, leaning over me again. He kissed me hard, his tongue lashing against mine. "Quiet and fast." I nodded against him, our breathing heavy.
He shoved his jeans and boxers down enough to let his thick cock free. Fisting it, he stroked himself a few times, his muscles flexing as he held himself up.
"Watch while I fuck you," he rasped, pulling away.
I pushed up on my elbows and spread my legs wider, watching as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my wet pussy, over my hard clit. I moaned softly as he dragged it lower, pressing against my entrance.
"This is what you want?" he asked, his eyes glued to where he was slowly piercing me.
"Please," I groaned. At an agonizingly slow pace, he pushed in, letting me feel him stretch me. My head dropped back and he paused.
"I said to watch," he growled. "So watch, Rae." I snapped my head back up, my chest heaving at the demand in his voice. He went back to pressing inside me, and my hands tightened in the comforter.
"Fuck," I breathed. He slammed the rest of the way in, and I smacked my hand over my mouth, stifling my scream. His eyes gleamed as he looked up at me, his lips curling into a grin.
He rested his hand on my lower stomach and moved his thumb to my clit. As he began thrusting, he stroked my clit back and forth. My eyes rolled back at the feeling—it was almost too much. Being stretched by him, feeling him rub me, it was a lot.
I held myself up on one arm as I reached for his wrist with my other hand, trying to stop him. But he ignored me as he stroked faster, his cock slamming into me harder.
"Doesn't that feel good, angel?" he asked breathlessly. I nodded, unable to speak, and he let out a breathy laugh. "You look like a fucking goddess, laying there taking my cock in your little cunt. So fucking pretty for me. So perfect."
I tightened around him, whimpering at the praise. He grinned as he stroked my clit faster, and I fell back to the bed, groping my breasts as my back arched. He fucked me harder, our bodies slamming together.
"You've never looked prettier than you do pregnant with my baby and full of my cock," he continued. My eyes rolled back, a low moan leaving me. "I'm so fucking close, baby."
