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“I’m not going to let you do that,” she shakes her head. “I’m fine.”
“If you’re sick, you should take some time.”
She’s stubborn and insists she’s fine. All I can do is keep an eye on her and be ready to force it if she’s suffering.
That night, we go to bed early as is our norm. We don’t have a TV and with both of us working a lot, staying up late isn’t an option. We lay side by side with our hands clasped between us.
“I love you,” I whisper into the darkness. “I’m not saying that because you’re having my baby. I love you.”
“I love you,” she replies.
I smile and roll to my side to kiss her. In the quiet darkness, our lips meet, and I feel her hand move to rest against my chest. As we break apart, she scoots closer to me, burying her head in the crook of my neck. It’s not long before she’s kissing my neck, knowing that it drives me wild. Her soft lips pressing against my skin send sparks of pleasure down my spine.
I push her sleep shirt up and scoot down to lavish her breasts with my tongue. The sudden intimacy makes all worries vanish, if only for a moment. Tasting her skin, feeling her heat against me, it's a powerful form of comfort. She gasps and arches against me as I tease and torment, taking my sweet time as if I have all the hours in the world.
Her hands are tangled in my hair, holding me to her. It's a simple act that feels so intimate, so filled with love. We're in this mess together, but at least we're together. My hand moves over her belly, pausing for a moment, knowing my baby is nestled within, before I slip my hand under her panties.
My fingers part her, feeling her slick folds and finding the sweet little nub begging to be touched.
I swirl my thumb over her. She gasps against my mouth, her body pushing up into my touch. Slowly I work her, one hand buried between her legs and the other hand gently cupping one of her breasts. It's a rhythm we've become familiar with, a dance that we've perfected over time. I can feel her muscles start to tighten in anticipation, and I increase the pace slightly.
Despite the situation we find ourselves in, this feels right. It's raw, it's real, it's us. She moans into my mouth as she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of it. Her breaths come in ragged gasps. I hold her close, coaxing her through the waves of pleasure until they gradually subside.
"I love you," she whispers again, her voice shaky but sure.
"I love you too," I echo, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Make love to me,” she says, her hand cupping my cheek.
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I can't deny her anything, especially not this. Gently, I roll her onto her back and position myself over her. She is beautiful - always has been, always will be - but at this moment, she's breathtakingly so.
She reaches up, fingers tracing a path across my jawline. I lean into her touch, closing my eyes as I savor the warmth of her hand against my skin. I press a chaste kiss to the center of her palm before moving my lips to hers once more.
As I move over her, I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. Our bodies connect, our hearts beating in unison. Her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets me halfway, our tongues dancing together. I plunge into her wet heat, feeling her walls clench around me. She gasps, arching against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
Her hips rise to meet mine, and I can feel the anticipation building in her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. I pull back to watch her body react to mine. She bites her lip as she closes her eyes. “Damn, you are so beautiful,” I say.
I delve deeper, feeling the need pulsing within her. “More,” she groans, her body writhing under mine. “I need more.”
So I give her more. I pull out almost completely, then drive back into her with a force that makes her gasp. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, our rhythm unbroken even as our passions mount. Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me in deeper, and I can feel the wet heat of her on my thighs.
“Don’t…stop," she pants between gasps. Her eyes are closed now, her face flushed and glistening with sweat.
My thrusts grow deeper, my hips slamming into her with more force. It feels so good. Her nails dig into my shoulders, giving me just the right amount of pain and pleasure. She moves with me, her body reacting to mine, driving me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I cry out when it feels like I’m going to explode into a million pieces.
I can’t get enough. I pull out and roll to my back. “Ride me.”
With a cocky grin, Paige rolls onto her knees and grabs my cock, feeling it glistening with her wetness. “This might be the only way we get to have sex in a few months,” she teased. “I’m going to have a big pregnant belly in the way.”
“I’ll have sex with you any which way,” I reply.
She guides my cock to her entrance and then sinks down on it, starting a slow, steady rocking motion that makes her breasts sway in front of me. She looks down at me with hooded eyes, a small smile on her lips as she takes charge. Her every move is deliberate and sensual, as if she's dancing for only me. The sight takes my breath away.
Her inner walls clutch at me with each thrust, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I groan and reach up to run my hands along the curve of her ass, pulling her down harder against me with each thrust. Her skin is warm and soft, and the smell of her excitement fills the room. She leans forward to kiss me once more, our tongue tangling.
Her breasts brush against my chest with every movement, sending a jolt of electricity through every fiber of my being. She's perfect like this - in control yet needy and submissive at the same time. Her moans echo around us as she picks up the pace, slamming down on me with more intensity now.
