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She chuckles, biting her lip as I find the left nipple, tugging it and tweaking it, letting the smallest bead of milk release. She watches me, moaning and shifting on the table.
Using the other hand, I fist my dick, finding her entrance with it and lining up. When I slowly sink into her, her body makes way for me. She’s swollen inside, body readying and changing for what’s to come, and I hiss at the feel of the way she grips me.
“God, you always feel so fucking good,” I groan, forgetting her nipple, and leaning forward, placing my hands next to her thighs on the table. Her hands move up, gripping my upper arms for stability as she lets go and our moans meld together to make a nighttime chorus in our dining room.
“I need you deeper, harder. Fuck, I need more!” Her request is something I’d love to give her, but she’s going to have to wait for that until our sons are born. And she knows it, but she has to tell me.
I gently lie her back on the table, my fingers finding her clit, pressing hard as I fuck her.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby,” I tell her, one hand on her belly, the other giving her the friction she needs.
Her walls tighten and grip me in waves as she nears her first release, but it won’t be her last. No, I plan to hear her scream for me at least two times before I come inside her. Plan to leave her a simpering mess, so that she can sleep tonight. So, no discomfort or ache is keeping her awake. I’m going to curl her up in that infernal pregnancy pillow she has in the middle of our bed that takes up way too much room and rub her back until her snores lull me to sleep.
“God, Emery, don’t fucking stop!” Her tone makes my toes curl as I continue to fuck her, rubbing her clit even rougher, trying to get her there faster.
“Emery!” she cries out, and ashamedly, I press forward and let the clenching of her walls around me take me with her. Jutting forward, cum ropes out of me.
“Camilla!” I grit out.
We both come down, and then she eyes me from below, running her hands through her hair as she chuckles.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just, you were right. This is what I needed.”
I pull out of her, stepping back to watch some of my cum seep out of her, finding its way to the table. When I step back into her, she raises her hand for me to help her sit up, but I ignore her.
My fingers sink through our mixed orgasm, twisting upward and brushing her G-spot.
“Emery, what are you doing?”
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her simply, dropping down onto my knees and suckling her clit.
I might not have had the best start in life, death seemed to follow me like an old friend, and situations beyond my control controlled me for far too long. But I’m in control now. And it’s going to be the best second half of life that there ever was.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
Carina
My heart hammers in my chest as I look for somewhere to hide. He’s going to fucking catch me and the knowledge has me panicked. The woods are cold. Yesterday, snow fell. And even though the morning sun melted it, the temperature took another dip when the sun went down this evening.
Don’t panic. You’ve got this. Breathe.
My inner thoughts only halt my racing heart momentarily. A twig snaps beyond where I’m standing next to a massive pine, and my hand grips the cold bark tighter as I squeal. I’m off again, running through thick overgrowth and trying not to stumble over deadfall and massive roots growing above ground.
“Fuck,” I grumble, when my jacket snags a vine hanging too low, and I nearly fall. The ground is wet and soggy. I don’t want to fall onto it because being cold and wet isn’t what I want to be right now.
I need to focus.
I need to get away.
“Marco!” his menacing voice sounds through the woods, and I know he’s close. Too fucking close.
Fuck!
I finally come to a clearing and spot a small shack. I throw the idea away instantly. Too obvious. He’ll know.
“I can scent your perfume on the wind. Won’t it be satisfying to have its flavor in my mouth when I catch you?”
