Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(21)

I didn't make him wait any longer, but licked up the pre-cum on the tip,  then opened wide and took him deep. He was warm and hard and thick and  salty on my tongue. Beneath my palms, I felt his muscles tense. He  groaned deep and his hand went to my head.

I wasn't that good at giving blow jobs, never found much appeal in them.  Now? Now I wanted to take as much of Roark as I could, to swallow down  every drop when I made him come.

"Gara." his fingers tightened and he pulled me farther onto him, then tugged me completely off.

I looked up his naked body to see his dark eyes fierce and wild.

"You are wearing too many clothes," he murmured. When I fumbled with my shirt, he reached down and stilled my hands. "Let me."

Kneeling down in front of me, he took hold of the hem of my shirt,  lifted it slowly, his knuckles grazing along my skin. When I was before  him in just a bra, he frowned. "What is this?"

I looked down at myself, my full post-baby curves lifted into plump  mounds by the sturdy bra. It was white with lace edging, but very basic.  I hadn't expected to be stripped bare by my mate when I got dressed  this morning. While the bra contained my breasts well enough, the chain  was wedged into my cleavage and dipped over the space between the cups.

"It's a bra."

Roark's big finger ran over the full swells, then hooked around the chain, tugging it up very gently from beneath the cotton.

"I wear one now because I'm …  I'm bigger now after Noah."

"Yes, you are," he replied, not just noticing the size of my breasts,  but my hips, everywhere I'd changed. His head angled from side to side.  "How do you take it off?"

Reaching behind me, I unhooked it, let it slide off my shoulders and  down my arms. My nipples hardened instantly and the chain pulled  downward, making them so sensitive.

He cupped my breasts in his rough palms then. Yes, they were much bigger  than before. I wanted to close my eyes, but I needed to see him, see  the way his jaw clenched, his thumbs brushed over my nipples.

"They are heavy with milk," he added. Of course, he could tell the difference in them.

"Some," I replied, giving over to the pleasure of his hands. "Your son  is a greedy boy and I don't have enough. He also drinks from a bottle."

When I felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth on my hard tip, I looked  down, stared. He suckled gently, watched me as he did so. "Mmm, sweet. I  am very jealous of my son, having these all to himself. I like the feel  of the ring in my mouth, that you have them, that you won't ever forget  who you belong to."

It was my turn to tangle my fingers in his hair. "I …  I couldn't get it off. The rings, the chain, it's stuck."

"Of course, it is. You're mine. These are mine." He gave my breasts a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sure Noah will share them with you." I whimpered. "Roark, God, they're so sensitive."

"I wondered if you could come from me playing with them."

"Before?" I shrugged. "Now?" I bit my lip when he switched to my other breast. "Definitely."

"There is much we didn't get to do together. I want to do them all with  you. To you. But now, I need to taste you again. I want you to come all  over my tongue."

He may have been slow before now, even letting me have my way, but his  pace quickened as he quickly rid me of my jeans-although he swore at the  odd material and fit-and panties. I was spread wide and his mouth was  on me before I could even cry out his name.         

     



 

The man knew what to do with his tongue. Perhaps it was because it had  been so long, perhaps it was because I'd been so damn horny, but I was  quick to come. I wasn't complaining and I was sure I made Roark feel  like the stud he was, but I was crying out his name and dripping all  over his face in record time.

I was a panting, sweaty, happy mess when he kissed his way up my body.

"God, I missed that tongue of yours."

When he loomed over me, propped up with his hand, he grinned. His mouth  was still wet, and his beard. I shouldn't even think about how sexy his  beard was. "You only missed my tongue?"

Reaching between us, I took hold of his cock, gripped it with my  fingers. Because it was so large, I couldn't get my fingers to touch. I  remember being amazed by his size and I still was.

"It's been so long," I whispered.

He moved his hand away and settled himself between my thighs. His cock  knew exactly where to go and nudged right up against my slick opening.  "I'll be gentle." He slid in, parting me wide until I was completely  filled. "At first."

My eyes fell closed and my body went from zero to sixty again, his cock  nudging and stroking sensitive spots. He'd been the only man to find my  G-spot and he knew just how to hit it with that big cock of his.

Bending my knees, I brought my legs up, higher, then higher still to take him deeper.

He rocked into me, slowly at first, but when I came again-how could I  hold back when he felt so good and knew exactly what to do with his  cock-he lost all sense of control. I could feel my inner walls ripple  and pulse around him.

"Mine," he growled, leaning down to murmur in my ear. His chest pressed  into mine, the feel of his body rasping over my tender nipples had me  squeezing him deep within.

"Yes," I replied. "Come. Please, Roark, I need to feel you come. Fill me up. Please."

I wasn't past begging. I needed to know I could satisfy him. It made no  sense, for I knew he was aroused by me, but his orgasm was the ultimate  proof that he could find pleasure in my body. With me.

I felt him thicken and swell in me, his thrusts becoming harder. He  hooked the back of my knee and opened me wider for him. The sounds of  fucking filled the room. Slaps of flesh, whimpers, harsh breathing. The  scent of it clung to our skin, mixed, melded just as we were.

"Natalie," he groaned as he held himself deep, filled me. Made me his again.

It was then that I cried, pulling him down so I could wrap my arms  around him. He was just where I'd wanted him to be for so long. Over me,  pressing me down with his solid weight. Him thick and heavy inside me.  His seed seeping out. His heartbeat as frantic as mine.

He tried to soothe me, stroking my hair back from my face, kissing me  gently, but I kept on crying. When he shifted to his side and pulled me  on top of him, our positions switched, he held me as the tears kept  falling, his cock still deep inside. I let it all bleed away until it  was just Roark and me again. And Noah, our son, the proof of our love.





Chapter Twelve

Natalie



I woke in bed, where Roark had carried me when the tears dried. Glancing  at the bedside alarm clock, I saw that it was about four in the  morning. It was still dark outside, and I was too comfortable to move. I  snuggled into the heavy blankets, happier than I'd ever been. Roark was  here, with me. With us.

Reaching for him, my hand came in contact with cold, empty sheets.

Panic gripped me and I sat quickly, looking around my bedroom in the  faint light, searching for my mate, afraid he'd changed his mind, gone  back to Trion without me. Had he been there at all? Had it been a dream?  My body felt well used, my muscles were sore, my pussy ached. I felt  his seed in me and knew it hadn't been a dream at all.

It was stupid, I knew. After the way he'd made love to me, held me when  the tears came, I had no reason to doubt his devotion to me or to our  son.

Still, old habits die hard, and I'd woken many nights over the past year  crying and afraid, reliving the nightmare of the attack in my dreams.  Imagining him dead, just like the guards who had saved my life in that  transport room. Just like the doctor.

Heart racing, I strained to hear him. To hear Noah. Or the damn  grandfather clock on the first floor. Anything but cold, empty  stillness.

Silence greeted me, and unoccupied space. The door to Noah's room I kept  open just a crack, enough for me to hear him crying, but not so much  that I heard every breath and wiggle of his precious little body.

The first two or three weeks after I'd brought him home, I'd checked him  about every thirty minutes, worried he'd stop breathing. But now, I  slept hard and uninterrupted. Four in the morning. He was a good  sleeper, but this was generally the time of night Noah woke up hungry,  grumpy, and wet.         

     



 

Where was Roark?

I slid from bed, naked from Roark's loving. He'd carried me here and  taken me again, sliding into me from behind, his cock stretching me open  as he caressed me with his hands, played with my ringed nipples and my  clit, made me come in a whimpering, quivering mess. By the time he was  finished with me, I'd fallen asleep in the cocoon of his arms, his chest  pressed to my back, his cock deep inside.

I wanted to fall asleep like that every night for the rest of my life.

I pulled my knee-length silk robe on to cover myself and tiptoed to  Noah's room. Cracking the door as quietly as possible, my gaze drifted  to the crib.

Empty.