“I hope this Babymoon is full of firsts for you, Sierra.”
“That was my first time without a condom.”
“Me too. Feels different.”
“Feels amazing.”
“Buddy, I have a long list of firsts you can help me tick off.”
“The Captain is at your service.”
Chapter Twelve
Austin
To nobody’s surprise, neither of us join Jax and Brooks on their foraging tour that afternoon.
We’re already sweaty and too tangled up in the sheets to go anywhere.
The heated encounter at the palm tree continued into Sierra’s hotel bed, where we followed that up with another round against the hotel room door and then in the bed until we both passed out from exhaustion.
My arm is asleep, and I’m dying of thirst, but I don’t want to move. Once again, I am watching her sleep. This time, less fitfully. She still looks like an angel to me, but one with absolutely nothing troubling her mind.
In her sleep, she sighs contentedly and nestles back into me, her cute little butt pressing against my pelvis. I shouldn’t wake her up, but my cock has other ideas. It stirs to life, hardens against her skin, and she feels it.
“Hmm. I’m surprised you’re still able to do that,” Sierra drawls in her sexy, sleepy voice.
Kissing down the back of her neck, Sierra shivers against me. I curl one arm around her waist and pull her right against me.
“I’m naked in bed with the mother of my future child. He’s happy to get so much attention.”
She giggles, and the vibration further eggs me on. I thrust against her, slide my hand down and cup her between her legs. Sierra sucks in a breath.
I whisper in her ear. “I have a secret.”
“Oh, I don’t like secrets.”
“This is a nice one. I’ve been looking up online the most effective positions for getting pregnant. And you’ll never guess.”
“What?”
“It’s one we haven’t tried yet.”
She sighs and rolls over to face me. “Look. I don’t have the energy for reverse cowgirl right now or whatever it may be—”
I silence her with my kiss, communicating with my touches and lips that she’ll not have to do a damn thing.
“Just lie back and let me handle it.”
For me to be so hard after pleasing her just a short time ago is almost unthinkable. Yet with Sierra, my body only wants to worship her every moment of the day. A few short days ago, she was my drug, and I couldn’t get enough. Now she’s my sustenance. My everything.
I drag my hand up from her center to cup her face, administering sweet kisses over her face. Then, cupping her breasts, I slowly suckle at each nipple, thrilling at the sight of them going tight and needy for more. My mind pictures them full and rounded for the feeding of our child.
I slide my fingertips down her soft tummy to cup the juncture between her thighs once again, marveling at Sierra’s wetness. It’s like we were made for each other. I roll over on top of her and cage her in with my arms, nestling between her legs.
“Ooh, missionary. You’re a freak,” she giggles.
She’s joking, but I am a freak. She has no idea how long or how often I can get it in and keep it in.