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“Oh shit, Mark!” She goes off and releases her liquid, squirting in my mouth and it is the hottest thing I have ever seen. I have heard being pregnant makes them hornier and more sensitive, but damn that was sexy as fuck. I kiss her clit once more and then make my way to her mouth. Sharing her taste with her, our mouths prove to be as desperate as the rest of us. I grab my cock and stroke it a few times before sitting it right at her entrance. Leaking and wet from all of the weeping it has been doing; I rub it up and down her slit making sure I hit her clit over and over, but never breaking our kiss. Every time I move it away a bit, she moans in my mouth and raises her hips.

Her legs spread further, and I push inside of her slowly, knowing she can take me but also that it has been a while. I swear I black out for a second. She is squeezing me so fucking tight, I think my cock is suffocating.

“Holy fuck, Tiffany, baby. The tightest fucking pussy. God damn it. You feel so fucking good, baby. I’m trying so hard to go slow and make sure the baby is safe, but sonofabitch…. I want to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Mmmmmm…yes babe. Fuck me. I don’t want gentle, Mark. I just want you. I missed you so much.” Those words undo me. Knowing she missed and needs me as much as I need her, is more than I can sustain. My pace picks up as I suck and bite her everywhere, my mark vital to being sure she is real and here in my arms. I make love to every inch of her body, our hands entangling and overlapping one another as we reacquaint and make silent vows of a new beginning.

“Fuck, I missed you, baby. Not ever letting you go again.” I tell her racing toward my completion. “I need you to come with me, baby. Soak me in your love.” My thumb rubs her clit, and we shout into the room, reaching nirvana amidst kisses and promises. I missed having her in my arms. Now, I have to convince her to stay.

Chapter Eleven

TIFFANY

I have been a fool. Worse. A liar. Somehow I convinced myself that I didn’t miss him or this… being in his arms, being under him, unable to move as he dominated me with his body, controlling me with pleasure and my obsession with everything that is him. I have been able for the last six months to live in a world I created where what we had wasn’t all consuming, Bonnie and Clyde, ride or die, possessively obsessed, earth shattering love. Now, in his arms, I can’t deny that everything is better when I am with him, and I don’t want to be anywhere else.

“How are you feeling?” He rubs my belly as he waits for my answer. I feel the baby moving, showing off for her daddy, but I also feel butterflies at having him touch me and being able to enjoy the wonder of having our child inside of me.

“Happy. Really happy.” I snuggle further into his arms.

“Good. Now I need to feed you and then start moving all of your stuff in.” I shuffle, attempting to move away so I can protest, but his mouth lands on mine, silencing me successfully. His tongue caresses mine, slowly taking me under, obliterating any thoughts but of him, this… us. My pussy begins to throb, the wetness spreading as I begin to ache for him once again. God. It was always like this between us. It was never too much or enough. He pulls back from my mouth, but I follow his lips, keening in protest. He chuckles and bites my lip before kissing it once more and then my forehead. “I know, greedy girl. I know. Now do you want to tell me why you were about to protest?” Shit.

“I don’t know. I love you, Mark. I think I just have to get used to the fact that whatever I thought I knew was wrong. For the last six months I have been telling myself we wanted different things. That I was doing what was best for us both by leaving and not telling you about little miss right here. I didn’t think past the moment, you know. I mean I always intended to come back, and I didn’t even consider what would happen then. I just…never thought past…anything.” Whispering the last part I wipe my tears from my eyes. His arms engulf me, and I sigh into his chest feeling secure and content. Finally.

Waking, I stretch and roll over to find the spot beside me empty. Sitting up, the sheet falls, the cold air kisses my nipples making them hard. Huh. They haven’t softened since he took me over and over last night. “Good morning, baby.'' He appears in the door like a phantom, in nothing but joggers and a tank. His bare feet shouldn’t be sexy, but they are.


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