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He tossed her on the bed and started stripping off his clothes.
She writhed there. “Do you, like, have decorations, or did you just create this blank slate of an amazing house for a woman to nest in as, you know, pregnant-woman catnip?”
He tossed his shirt. “What?”
“Your chest,” she groaned, reaching for him. “Come here.” He was more muscular than she remembered. His arms were enormous. The breadth of his chest, the way his pecks moved…
He climbed onto the bed. “You like my house?”
She ran her fingers over his pecks. Down over his abdominal muscles. “I like a lot of things about you, Gunnar,” she said in a throaty voice.
“Can I seeyourchest?” he said, grinning.
She half sat up and tugged off her shirt, and then reached back to unsnap her bra.
“Whoa,” he breathed. “You… you’re… they’re huge.”
She looked down at her breasts. “Are they?”
He put his mouth on one of her nipples.
“Just be gentle,” she whined. “Because they’re sore.”
“Oh.” He lifted his head. “They’re huge and sore because you’re pregnant.”
“Well, duh.”
“I just, like, ejaculated in you and it made your boobs different,” he said in a low voice. “That’s very fucking cool.”
She rolled her eyes. “Youarea caveman.”
He snickered. “Maybe. You like that, though, right?” He kissed her nipple gently. “You like caveman Gunnar.” He kissed her other nipple. “There aren’t enough cavemen in your life.”
She giggled, sinking her hands into his hair, holding him there as he began to nip and lick and suckle her into a new sensation of phenomenal pleasure.
“I mean, coming inside you made a lot of things different.” There was no bottom to his voice. His mouth went lower and he kissed her above her belly button.
She shivered.
He settled down on his knees and put both of his hands on her stomach.
She shut her eyes, sighing. That was nice. This was what had been missing, what she’d been craving. It hadn’t been like this, not quite like this, since the first time she was pregnant, before all the miscarriages, when Valdemar had been pleased and excited and she hadn’t really believed anything could go wrong.
Gunnar dragged his fingers over the swell of her belly, sighing, too. “You’re pregnant,” he murmured.
She hummed, snuggling into the bed. “This is not how I would have predicted you would have reacted.”
“Me either,” he said. “Maybe if you’d told me over the phone or something, or via a text, I could have had this intellectual reaction or something. But you’re justhere, and small and pretty and I’m touching you…” He kissed her belly again. “Stay with me tonight. In my bed. In my arms. I want to hold onto you.”
She opened her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that, too.”
His hands slid up to cup both of her breasts again. “Good.” He teased her nipples stiff.
She shut her eyes again, letting out a moan.
“Can I, um, can I lick your pussy again?”
“Definitely,” she breathed.
