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I looked at her stomach and felt a wave of possessiveness. "May I…ah…touch—"
She took my hand and placed it on her rounded belly. "You don't have to ask. This is our baby."
I cupped her stomach, feeling a tenderness that was unfamiliar course through me. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"I don't care," she whispered, affected by my touch. We were both vibrating with sexual tension and a need to move forward and see if we could make this strange marriage work. "We can find out tomorrow."
I looked at her. "What?"
She nodded brightly. "It's when they'll do an ultrasound. They wanted to do it last time, but the machine was having problems. This time, we can know. Do you want to know?"
"Fuck yeah." I stroked her stomach. "I wanta girl as pretty as you, as kind, generous, and loving."
I cupped her breast, and she moaned. "Tell me you want me." I wasn't above begging.
"Oui," she whimpered when I squeezed a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Chapter 13
Elsa
We were frantic by the time we were in my bed, kissing, tugging at our clothes, nipping, nuzzling.
My heart pounded. The way Duncan touched me was more than any dreams I'd ever had about making love. That first time, I'd been afraid that he'd inadvertently cause me pain—after all, it was meant to hurt when you lost your virginity. But it hadn't. He had been tender, gentle, and kind. He'd been patient. He'd made me come.
On our wedding night, he'd done it again, masterfully.
I was naked before he was. His shirt was gone, but he was still in his slacks, standing over me as I sat on my bed.
"Take my pants off,ma douce."
My hands trembled as I lowered his pants. I'd never undressed a man. My hand grazed against his cock, and he groaned. He was in white tight boxers and I could smell him, musk, leather, Duncan.
I ran my mouth over him, kissing him through the fabric of his underwear. He tangled a hand into my hair and held me close to him, rubbing himself against my lips.
I wanted to take him into my mouth. I had tried that the last time, but he'd rushed me, saying that he wanted to come inside of me. Even when he had let me that first time in the Ritz, he hadn't come in my mouth. He'd taught me how to suck him, how to give him pleasure—but it hadn't been a lengthy lesson, just a quick one.
I was nervous. Would he taste bad? Would he be too big for my mouth, my throat?
Angelique often talked about how blowjobs were the least exciting thing about the work she did.
"They don't warn me and expect me to swallow. I don't do that. Come on my tits, my stomach, even my face, but I don't drink spunk."
Would Duncan expect me to?
"Take it off," he demanded, his voice hoarse.
I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down along with his pants. His erection sprang free, and all my doubts vanished.
"Wow," I breathed.
Duncan chuckled. "You know how to make a man feel good,ma chérie. Saying wow to his dick is a sure way to—" I licked the tip of his penis, "fuck me."
Both his hands tangled in my hair, and they were insistent, holding me still so he could move inside my mouth. He let go after a moment and emitted a loud groan, letting me set the pace.
I looked up at him as I closed my lips around the tip of his erection and sucked hard, tasting him, feeling his textures. I thought I'd be embarrassed, but it was hot to see him watch me as he pushed into my mouth slowly.
I moaned, and my fear that I wouldn't know how to handle him when he pushed in deep went right out of the window; because it was erotic as hell for me when his dick hit the back of my throat.
