Epilogue
Azio’s tongueslicked through my folds with slow deliberation, and I clutched his hair, lifting my hips in a silent request for me. He chuckled and untangled my fingers.
“So greedy.”
He flipped me onto my knees, running his hand over the slight bump in my stomach as he entered me from behind.
I groaned at the steady invasion of his thick length.
“I don’t want slow,” I said, pushing back on him. “I want fast.”
“Greedy,” he repeated. But he picked up the pace, his hand firmly on my hips, directing the smooth slide. My channel throbbed and twitched with the growing orgasm.
“Please, Azio. I need it harder.”
He grunted and jolted me back just hard enough that his balls slapped my clit.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He set a steady pace, hitting all the right spots again and again until I toppled over the edge with a loud moan. A moment later, his rhythm faltered, and I felt him jerk inside of me.
He grunted and continued to ring every last ounce of pleasure from me. Then he rolled us to our sides without withdrawing. While he gently stroked my folds, he slowly started thrusting again. It was the encore that I always needed these days.
At five months, I was ravenous for sex. And cuddles. And kisses. And everything that was Azio. My fears that I wouldn’t enjoy sex with him were completely unfounded. He continued to prove that the partner had been the problem, and he had been the solution.
His girth glided through my folds, caressing every nerve and coaxing more pleasure from me.
The second orgasm rolled through me slowly, and he came a few minutes later. He kissed my shoulder and nibbled his way up my neck while I caught my breath.
“The sounds you make are beautiful, my Terri. You shouldn’t quiet them.”
I snorted.
“I’ll use words to tell everyone how happy you make me. I’m sure Groth hears enough as it is.”
Azio grunted and trailed his fingers over the first grey spot I’d gotten from sleeping with him. A mark of immunity, hopefully. Not that I ever planned to test it.
“Brooke and Solin will be here soon. We should dress.” He didn’t pull out, though, and continued to caress my cooling skin. Those nimble fingers drifted to my breasts, where he tenderly hefted their growing weight.
He loved everything about them. About me. Especially a pregnant me.
The baby gave a fluttering kick, and Azio grunted.
“Now, we know we are done,” he said, lifting me and carrying me to the shower.
“For now. We might need to sneak away for another quickie before they leave.”
He withdrew slowly and set me on my feet in the tub. It was really the only clean way to handle things after two rounds. While he washed me, I played with his ears and flicked my tongue over his nipple.
“Solin said that Brooke is just as hungry for sex. He will not mind if we end the night early.”
I chuckled, knowing that Azio was right. I loved being pregnant at the same time as Brooke. We could share our aches and pains. Months ago, I would have never thought we would end up close friends. Definitely not close enough to share stories about our sex drives. But we did, and I was so glad for it.
Without her encouragement, I wouldn’t have known how good hard and fast could be. Or be open to the possibility of letting Groth watch. The idea still made my heart race and my face flush. I was so much more comfortable around him. I just wasn’t sure if I was that comfortable.
“I know we can end the night early. But the games and company are nice too. Besides, I want to show her the crib you found. It’s too perfect not to show off.”
From the moment we’d known I was pregnant, I started sharing all the dreams I’d had for the baby’s nursery. Azio and Groth had gone above and beyond to find me what I wanted. It was perfect now with the crib, which made the wait until the baby came even harder to endure.