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He kept things slow, as our clothes came off, and he took his time to touch and taste my skin as it was exposed. I was impatient to get his shirt off so I could feel the hard strength of his chest. I pressed a kiss over his heart, before licking at his nipple.
He hissed out a breath. “Morgan.” I heard a yearning in his voice that echoed my own feelings. I wished it included love, but for now, I’d take this; because when he touched me, it felt like I was the only thing in the world.
Finally, I stood before him completely naked as his gaze raked over my body. I felt self-conscious that I wasn’t a skinny beauty, and yet the desire in his eyes told me he liked what he saw.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he cupped my breast, brushing his thumb over my aching nipple.
“Kade,” I moaned.
He leaned forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making my pussy clench and flood with heat.
“I’m going to take my time tonight,” he said. “It always ends too fast with us.”
I nodded. “I want that too.”
He led me to his humongous bed and laid me back. “I’m going to worship every inch of you.”
My hips rocked, up seeking contact from him. “I need you.”
“I’m right here.” He kissed me again, a little firmer, a little more desperate than before. But his tongue was thorough as it swept through my mouth, hot and wet. His hands roamed over my body, followed by his mouth. He wasn’t kidding. He worshipped me from head to toe, and back up again. He stopped at my pussy, using his mouth and fingers to drive me mad. He took me to the edge, but wouldn’t push me over.
“Kade, please.” I was writhing with need.
“I want your pussy’s first big O to take me over with you,” he said.
“Then fuck me, now. I need you.”
He groaned, and reached into a drawer in his bedside table pulling out a condom.
“You don’t need that.” I said, desperate to have him. Flesh to flesh. I was already pregnant, so there was no need to prevent that.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yes.” I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his dick and stroking.
He growled. “Fuck, Morgan.” He moved over me again, resting his hips between mine. “Be sure, baby.”
“I am.” I arched up, seeking his dick to fill me and put me out of my misery. Pushing away what it meant that he was insistent that I be sure. He didn’t want to make a baby; that was clear.
He clasped his hands on mine, sliding them up over my head. “Tell me you want me.”
I opened my eyes, and stared into his green ones, filled with desire. “I want you.”
“Only me,” he growled.
“Only you, Kade. Only you,” I said, arching again and feeling his wet tip slide along my pussy lips.
He thrust in, filling my body, and making me gasp at the whoosh of pleasure that blew through my body.
“Yes,” I cried out, my fingers gripping his, and my legs wrapping around his hips. I wanted to hold him there forever.
“So good. So, fucking good, Morgan. Do you feel that?”
“Yes.” My hips moved with his, as he slid in and out.
“Only we have that.”
“Yes,” I said on a moan. I got lost in sensation. The scent of him filling my nose. The heat of him, wrapping around me. The friction of his cock as he thrust in, pushing me higher and higher toward ultimate bliss.
“Open your legs, baby,” he said.
I pulled my knees up and open. He plunged in, and oh my god, it was like he went deeper. He was in me. A part of me. We were one for this single glorious moment.
“Ah fuck yeah, Morgan.” He released my hands, putting his on the bed next to me and levering up. He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. I let myself go, letting him drive me higher and higher.
“I’m going to come… fuck, Morgan…come on me, baby.”
I tilted my hips, and he sank into me hitting that one glorious spot. My breath caught as my entire body imploded for an instant before pleasure blasted out to every neuron.
“Kade!”
He let out a long feral growl as he bucked in and out, swiveling his hips before pounding inside me again. Liquid heat filled my body. The same liquid that had given me his baby. This time I savored the feel of it. The magic of a part of him merging with a part of me to make life.
I had an urge to tell him. To blurt out that we’d made a baby. Before I could, his lips were on mine, kissing me as our bodies rocked their way back down from the high. By the time the kiss ended, I was snuggled tight in his arms, and reality had returned. This was just sex. Not love. I’d tell him about the baby soon enough, but right now, I wanted to live in this alternate reality. One where I could pretend that he loved me. Where I could feel safe and secure in his strength of his arms.
