The slight shiver let him know he was moving too fucking fast. “I’m trying,” she said and finally lifted her hands that had been hiding her abdomen. “They’re just…so ugly.”
Sean looked down at the vivid, white scars lacing her stomach. And the one…the one that finally took her daughter from her body was there too. He couldn’t breathe. Something had punched him square in the gut. Holding his breath, he moved down her torso. With his finger, he mapped the white lines. Each and every one of the fucking things, he traced with his shaking fingertip. “You’re beautiful, my pretty girl. Every one of these is yours, not his. You survived, and that makes you amazing. And this one”—he lightly kissed the C-section scar above her naked mons—“this one is Caroline’s.”
Abigail sobbed, and he hoped to hell it was because he’d done something right and not wrong. “You…you are… God, Sean. You’re the sweetest man.”
Sean crawled back up to where he was eye to eye with the tears streaking down her lovely cheeks. “And these, these sexy lips, these are mine.” Through the tears, the sobs, the hiccups, he kissed her. With more than words, he loved her pain away. Kissed the fear good-bye and hopefully replaced the despair with something new, something that he wanted to start with her. “You… are… my… angel.”
“Make love to me, Sean.”
“My pleasure, baby,” Sean said between sensual twists and turns, trying to get his tongue deeper into the heat between her lips. “God, you taste so fucking good.”
Again, she laughed between his assaults. That lovely sound was something he wanted, needed to hear every morning. “I taste like morning breath.”
“I don’t care. You don’t tell a starving man to skip the buffet. Now, open that pretty mouth and let me fuck it with my tongue.” That shut her laugh up real quick as he plundered the treasure that was his woman.
The moment she widened her thighs, he took advantage and sank his hips between to feel the slick lips of her pussy slide over the length of his dick.
“Mmmm…” she cooed and bucked her hips.
“You like that? Do you want more?”
“Y-Yes.”
Sean dipped his head, but not before taking a handful of silky hair into his fist and giving a gentle tug. Her grunt made him smile as he locked his lips around one hard nipple. He’d keep himself in check, measuring just how much she’d let him take before tipping over the edge. Gently nibbling on the nub, he tugged on the handful of hair again. Her lovely, slender neck arched. The slick folds of her cunt wetted the tip of dick, allowing it easy passage into the heaven he’d been impatiently waiting for.
The first sensation gripped him. A tight, erotic vise fashioned just for him. As he nudged his hips forward, gaining another inch of precious access, she moaned. The sound was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.
“Wait,” he said.
“What’s the matter?” She grabbed for the blanket and started to cover her stomach.
Sean tugged the blanket back and tossed the thing clean off the bed. “Don’t do that. I want to see you, baby. All of you, every bit is beautiful. Don’t cover yourself up.” Keeping a tight grip on the hair in his fist, he slid his cock from her body. He didn’t miss the sigh as she rolled her head to the side. “Look at me, Abigail.” He waited until her pretty face rolled back to him. “I have to slow down, or this will be over before it even really gets started. I want to fuck you with my tongue. Would you like that?”
The fact that she squealed and wiggled her hips made him think she’d more than just like it. He let go of her hair and slid his palms under her ass. He crawled down to the end of the bed, letting his legs hang off the back, and lifted her butt so he could feast on the sexiest piece of flesh he’d ever laid eyes on. As her knees went limp, he dove into the pink folds with his tongue, lapping like a drunk man who’d found a barrel of rum. Her intoxicating taste made him want to feast on her even more. He couldn’t get enough of the tender flesh. Now he understood what it meant to claim a woman. He’d read the classics when he was in prison, nothing else to do with his time, and now, at this moment, he finally got it. This was the summer meadow, the precious nectar they’d written about.
“Sean…Sean…I have to—”
Not even her frantic voice would tear him away from this meal. He licked faster, suckling on the sensitive area he knew would bring her the most pleasure. Tickling her clit with the tip of his tongue made her hips rise off his hands and buck against his face. She was going to come. Hard.