I sink into his kisses, and he pulls me down the hall to a bedroom. The bed is unmade, and I know he must have just climbed out of it when I knocked on his door.
“I was so scared you’d have another woman here.”
He snorts, lifting the hem of my sweater. “No other woman, not since you left. I’ve been waiting for you.” I raise my hands, and he pulls off the sweater, tossing it aside. He unclasps my bra from behind and my much-larger-than-last-time breasts fall from the cups.
He lifts one to his mouth, softly licking my nipple, in a circle, not rushing it at all. He rolls my breasts in his hands, then kissing me hard, his tongue filling my mouth, penetrating every part of me. My mouth widens, parting for him. When he steps away the look in his eye tells me this is going to get hotter, deeper, wetter – fast.
His eyes take in my bare belly, and for a moment I feel self-conscious, my stomach is huge, with glossy stretch marks crisscrossing my flesh. These twins are growing at an incredible rate, everyday I wake to them moving, kicking and doing cartwheels, and I wonder what it will be like when they are no longer confined to my womb. What it will be like when they are in my arms.
I look down at Buck; he’s dropped to his knees, and his hands run over my skin.
“Rosie, marry me.” He kisses my belly, and I swallow my sobs. Buck is a real man, and he knows how to love a woman.
I don’t deserve him. I hardly know him.
And now I am supposed to make a life with him?
I shake my head, scared.
“Buck.” I grab his hands. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“I come from a bad place, with bad people, and you ... you are so completely good. True. Kind.”
“You don’t think you deserve that sort of love?” He asks, standing. “You don’t think our child does?”
I pull away from him, overwhelmed at the gesture, the willingness to step up and commit. “Buck, you could wake up a week or a month or a year from now and realize your lying next to a stranger. You’d feel trapped. I can’t do that to you. How can you commit to me when you don’t know a thing about me?”
“I know enough,” he says, pulling me toward him, pulling down my leggings. His hand plunges down the front of me, into my wet, warm pussy. His fingers thrust against my walls, causing me to gasp for breath.
“I know you like it when my fingers touch your soft, swollen skin. I know you like it when I move them up and down, over you little clit, as your pussy soaks my hand with your release. I know that you’ve been dreaming about taking my cock between your lips, about me coming in your mouth.” He flicks his fingers over me, and my knees grow weak, my breath short and hot. My body on fire.
“Oh, my God, I’m going to come.” My fingers grip his shoulder, my pussy pulsing as ripples of pleasure cover me. “Oh,” I cry, overwhelmed at the way his touch slays me. I try to catch my breath, and I do, Buck bends, picks me up, and carries me to the bed.
“Stay on the bed, darlin’,” he tells me.
I sink into the pillows, knowing I couldn’t sit up if I tried. All of a sudden exhaustion covers me. I spent so long dreaming of this moment, and now it’s here. He pulls down my leggings, my panties, leaving my pussy in plain sight. The look in his eyes, his hunger, need, desire – is all wrapped up in me. I feel powerful, wanted.
His.
He presses his fingers deep inside me again, as if touching me this way is his favorite thing in the world.
“Your pussy is so wet, so ready.”
I nod, panting. “So ready for you.”
I watch Buck take off his pants, his massive cock erect and hard, pointing up, telling the entire world what it wants.
Me.
“Turn around, darlin’,” he tells me. “I need to see your ass.”
13
I know I’m not going to climb on top of this woman, not when she is pregnant. So I tell her to get on all fours. Sure, her belly is swollen with child, her breasts full, and has the face of an angel, but from behind she’s a devil with an ass just begging to be fucked.
She bites her bottom lip and turns her head, her eyes raised, her ass in the air, at the edge of the bed.
I stroke my shaft, stepping toward her.
“You want my cock in you?” I ask, cupping her breasts, forcing her to sit up on her knees. She whimpers in pleasure, my cock grinding against her ass.
“I do, Buck. I want you in me so bad.”
I want her pussy but I also want her ass.
Today, I’ll have them both.
I press my palm on the small of her back, guiding her back on all fours, and rub my cock along her wet slit. She moans in pleasure, and I ease my cock inside of her.