Once Upon A Half-Time 1(79)

“Does this feel like a freak-out, Red?”

“You’re not afraid?

“I’m fucking terrified.” I grinned. “But the only thing that could make you more beautiful is if you were carrying my child.”

My baby—growing inside of her. Safe. Warm. Protected.

Loved.

I pulled her bra away, and I lost myself within the satin smooth skin of her breasts. She had swelled, but her dark, tightening nipple distracted me more. I seized one, popping it into my mouth with a slurp loud enough to make Elle giggle. She shivered. I did it again. She tasted more delicious than ever. My treat.

Her groan excited me, as sweet as music. If only she knew her pleasure was my pleasure. By the time we were done, I’d overwhelm her with every delight I could tease from her most sensitive areas.

Twice.

Three times.

Hell, I’d never let her go again.

I suckled on her breasts and nipped the dark curves. But my attention focused lower, a place softer, wetter, and far more dangerous to both of our inhibitions.

My kisses slowed over her tummy. I teased her with a lick to her navel, but I paused where she carried our baby. I kissed. She ran her hands through my hair.

“We can handle this, right?” she whispered.

It’d be the last time she worried about anything so silly.

I grinned. “Believe me, Red. You’re gonna be pampered. You’re gonna be spoiled. You’re gonna be so tired of having your legs in the air, you’ll beg for me to back off.” I winked. “And I won’t.”

“Kinda ruined our third date though.”

I kissed again, heading lower, untangling her panties and spreading her legs wide.

“It’s not ruined at all…” I laughed. “Definitely got my adrenaline surging.”

“No rush beats a pregnancy.”

“I haven’t found one yet…” I leaned close, dragging my tongue along her trembling slit, already slick with desire. “And I couldn’t imagine a better date.”

“You knew it’d end with my panties off.”

“End?” I settled onto my elbows. “Red, this is just the start. We’ve got all day and night to go…”

“And you want to spend it in bed?”

“Tie a napkin around my neck. I’m eating my breakfast, lunch, and dinner right here.”

Elle must have loved my confidence. She relaxed for me, opened her legs wider, groaned my name as I sunk upon her most sensitive secret as if I’d never get to touch her again.

She trusted me with her body, her secret, the baby, everything. It was as amazing as it was terrifying. For as perfect and beautiful as this blessing was…it was a second chance. My last chance.

Life wasn’t kind enough to give me a third.

I had to do better. Work harder. And I’d do it for her and the baby and Bast.

Because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I let them down. If I kept letting them down.

If I failed.

I feasted upon her pussy without any teasing pretense or hesitation. Why was it so easy to prove my feelings when buried between her legs? Every lick, nibble, and kiss enthralled her. She wetted for me, slick and creamy with desire. Elle gripped the comforter, twisting in the blankets as my tongue slipped in her petals and flicked along that sensitive nub.

She liked it quick. Intense. No little light brushes or delicate kisses. And that was fine. I didn’t have a feather touch. I sucked. I devoured. I buried my lips in her slit and suckled against her puffy clit until Elle bucked her hips, sweated, cried out my name. Her body tensed and ached.

So easy to come.

So willing.

I had planned to do it nice and easy, but fuck it. I didn’t need flowers and candy to show I loved her. Elle would learn it from sloppy, grunted slurps and the broad stroke of my tongue spreading her wide.

She cried out, coming so hard that the squeeze of her thighs around my head deafened me to everything but my own ragged breath and pounding heartbeat.

“Lachlan!” She fell limp, exposing herself, her body, her perfect, quivering slit. “I—”

She couldn’t finish.

I had no idea if it was a declaration of her feelings or just the amazement of having the greatest and sloppiest orgasm of her life.

It didn’t matter.

She loved every messy, wet, grunted second of my attention.

And I didn’t give her a moment to recover.

This was my chance to take her unguarded. No splashing in the river to distract her. No secret pregnancy to keep. No one who might have caught us in the darkness of the garden during the gala.

Just me.

Her.

Our baby.

I unbuckled my jeans and freed my cock, aching to bury inside her heat. She kissed me, fiercely, licking my lips and tasting her own desire as she struggled to catch her breath.