Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
But before long, the furious, fiery tension building up in my body demanded release. With my hands grasping her head, my hips began to flex—quick, hard jabs that forced her to take me in deeper. She gasped and moaned, her breaths coming in choked little pants, but she didn’t ease up or push back. Grabbing my ass, she dug her fingers into my flesh as I fucked her perfect wet mouth faster and faster, my body growing tighter and tighter, until suddenly the orgasm erupted within me and I groaned loud and long, coming down her throat in hot, streaming bursts without even giving a warning.
Falling backward, she gasped for air and wiped her mouth.
Hitching my pants up, I dropped to my knees again in front of her. My heart was still pounding. “Jesus. I’m sorry.”
She paused with the back of her hand against her lips. “You are?”
“Well, no. That was fucking amazing.” I slid my hands up her thighs. “I just hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“You were rough. But I liked it. I wanted it.”
“Was it the shoes?”
She laughed, tousling my hair. “No. It was not the shoes. It was just you.”
“Good.”
“So do you really want to sleep out here on the couch?”
“No. I was just trying to respect the rules.”
Her eyes widened. “We are so bad at that.”
“I feel like we should get a pass on Christmas, you know?”
“Definitely. So in the spirit of Christmas, would you like to sleep in my bed?”
I rose to my feet and offered her a hand. “Yes, I would. After all, I’m a special-occasion cuddler, and Jesus’s birthday is a very special occasion.”
Placing her hand in mine, she laughed as she stood up and adjusted her dress. All day long, I’d been admiring the way it coated her curves like a second skin, exaggerating the changes to her body. Changes I liked. Changes that were beautiful. Changes that meant my son was growing bigger and stronger because she was taking such good care of him.
As she walked away from the couch, I caught her from behind and buried my face in her neck, my arms cradling her belly.
She giggled. “Joe, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom yet.”
“I know. I just really love the way you feel.”
Falling silent, she let me hold her.
It hit me how hard it was going to be to leave her tomorrow.
TWENTY-TWO
mabel
“Want to hear something funny?” I lay facing Joe, my hands tucked beneath my cheek on the pillow. I couldn’t believe we were actually naked in my bed, where I’d spent the last five months dreaming about him.
“Yes.” He had one arm bunched beneath a pillow, the other hand on my stomach, waiting to see if the baby would move. The bedside lamp was on its lowest setting, and the room was cozy.
“Before you came and sat next to me on the plane, I was planning to ask whoever was in that seat to switch with me, because I like the aisle seat better. But when you got there and sat down, you were so hot, I couldn’t do it.”
He laughed. “You should have asked. I would have given you the aisle seat.”
“I couldn’t! All I could do was stare at your face.” I reached out and pushed the hair off his forehead, then touched his temple. “I noticed a scar right here. And another one here.” I traced his lips.
“I remember you asked about that one.” He smiled and kissed my fingertip. “Want to hear something I noticed right away about you?”
“Yes.”
He cupped my jaw, rubbing the side of my mouth with his thumb. “The dimple.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“Yes. It was adorable and sexy at the same time, which sums up what I thought about you.”
“You thought I was sexy?”
“Fuck yes. Maybe not on the plane—although I did think you were cute—but when I saw you at the wedding in those heels and that dress? Forget it. I knew what I wanted.”
I laughed. “To knock me up?”
“No, smart-ass.” He grabbed me beneath the arms and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I straddled his hips. “To give you what nobody else could.”
“Well, you did both. Congratulations.” I was slightly self-conscious sitting up there like that, but Joe’s eyes drank me in thirstily.
He reached for my breasts, covering them with both hands, teasing me with his fingers. “This fucking body. You have no idea what it does to me.”
I exhaled slowly, my nipples growing hard beneath his touch. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations—his solid hips between my thighs, the ridges of his stomach muscles under my palms, the warmth of his skin. “God, I love your hands.”
Between us, his cock thickened, and I began to rock my hips along its hard length, need building in me.
“Mabel,” he said urgently. “Will we hurt the baby?”