Page 51 of Fighting for Family

“Touch me,” she said, taking his hand and leading it to her nipple. “Nothing has changed except for the mini you inside me. We carry on like before.”

Patch kissed her chest as his hand cradled her breast, giving it a squeeze. His thumb brushed against the enlarged nipple.

“Oh, Patch,” she said as she reached between his legs, stroking him.

His dick pounded as the blood rushed to it. It stiffened under her demanding hands. Her nails grazed his balls, making him groan louder.

His lips captured her nipple as he tugged on the other. Claire ran her hand in his hair, holding him to her, enjoying his tongue scraping against the sensitive bud.

“It feels like forever,” she whispered.

Patch moved down her body, spreading kisses along her stomach and down her legs. Claire jumped when he nipped at the sensitive skin along the inside of her thighs. His finger slid into her heat, and he smiled when he saw how wet she got for him.

“It feels incredible,” she said, urging him with her eyes.

Patch slid in another finger, making her gasp as she rode his hand. Her hands drifted across her chest, and she played with her breasts. His gaze feasted on her movements while her hips moved to the rhythm he set.

“I’m a lucky man,” he said quietly.

“More,” she pleaded, as she tugged on her nipples.

“I’m hanging on by a thin thread, Doc. Why don’t you ride me? Then, I can play with my future wife’s breasts,” Patch said.

“Not yet,” she said, shaking her head. “I want to taste you.”

Sighing, Patch closed his eyes and let her words float over him. Months apart gave him lots of time to conjure up things he wished to do with her the moment he got a chance.

She positioned him to her liking, her warm mouth covering him. Her tongue licked the underside of his thick cock, and she covered him down to the base, making him groan, unsure if it felt like sweet agony or so pleasurable it hurt.

“Doc, I love watching you,” he murmured. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

She smiled as she ran her tongue along the side, licking him like a lollipop. “You taste as good as I remember.” Her head went down again, and he gripped her long blonde strands and twisted them in his hand.

Every nerve ending seemed to fire all at once, making him feel more alive than ever. “Ride me, Claire. I need to feel you around me.”

He scooted down on the bed and helped her swing her leg over him.

She giggled as she fell onto his chest, making him laugh. He kissed the top of her head before she rose and balanced herself on top of him.

She bent her head down as her hand searched for him. “My stomach’s in the way,” she said, laughing.

“Then move your head and let me do it. Stop trying to fix things. I know where I’m going.”

She lifted as he aligned himself with her. Claire slid slowly down as they both moaned in pleasure. He gripped her hips, holding her still.

“We’re connected, Doc. You, me, and this baby. We’re one. I can’t describe how much I need you both. Every night, I dreamed and prayed for you, and I’m not a particularly religious man. This baby came as a surprise, but there’s something bigger than us.”

“It’s love, faith and family,” she told him as she slowly moved her hips. “When we have each other, we feel complete.”

Patch nodded, letting her take over. His emotions grew stronger as she placed her hands on his abs and smiled brilliantly at him. No matter how old he grew, this moment would be seared into his memory.

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Claire rocked her body against him. His rock-hard stomach helped her balance as she gazed into his eyes. Whatever happened in Afghanistan greatly affected Patch. She saw the emotions of wonder and longing in his expression. Her heart raced at his beautiful words.

“Ride me, Claire,” he begged. “I need you.”

Patch didn’t have to plead. She felt the same need. Pressing herself down harder on him, she increased her pace. Patch cupped her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Sending sparks of electricity running through her.