The Cowboy's Baby(45)

“Christ, almighty, woman.” Daniel’s voice was hushed with awe. “You’re going to be the death of me.” In that moment, the young woman didn’t think she’d mind. She gasped as Daniel’s mouth roamed over the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders before venturing lower, to the swell of her breasts. While normally, the man was rough enough – insistent enough – to drive her wild with anticipation, this time he was slow and sinuous. Esme didn’t know which was worse.

He eased the straps of her bra from her shoulders before sliding them down to expose the full rounds of her breasts. Pregnancy had seen them grow more than two cup sizes, and they ached the moment Daniel freed them. He, however, didn’t leave the heavy mounds bereft for long. When his mouth latched onto a tight nipple, a cry immediately escaped Esme as she clung to him, her body trembling.

Daniel groaned, the sound reverberating through the hot flesh in his mouth so Esme shuddered before he bit and licked at the small nub. He released it only when she was whimpering, her thighs slick with her own moisture.

The other breast got the same treatment and Esme’s fingers threaded through the man’s rampant blonde locks. The hot, wet suction of his mouth threatened to drive her out of her mind, and she trembled at the delectation that shot through her, never wanting it to end.

He continued lower, over her ribcage before pressing a brief kiss to the peak of her belly, and then he was peeling her damp panties down her thighs. The man’s mouth pressed hungrily against her hip, then each of her pelvic bones in turn before his kisses touched the slick folds of her femininity. A soft, shuddering moan escaped her as Daniel tenderly tasted her with soft flicks and strokes of his tongue. His mouth latched onto the tiny bud of her pleasure to suckle softly and her toes curled as her hips strained against his ministrations.

The man’s mouth could work wonders – she knew that – but now it was if he were purposefully trying to undo her, his lips, teeth and tongue working to push her towards the brink of an orgasm that threatened to rock the very foundations of her world. Strong fingers curled into her thighs, holding her in place as every lap of Daniel’s eager tongue drove her higher and higher – until she came apart on a hoarse cry, her entire body shuddering as completion wracked her form.

Slowly, she came back down as Daniel brushed his lips over her inner thighs, each of her rips, and finally cupped her jaw, drawing her mouth to his once more. She could taste herself on his lips and groaned softly in arousal at the rich, decadent flavor. Then, she was reaching desperately for the strings of his pajama pants, undoing them hurriedly to get at the prize beneath.

He was deliciously hard, jumping in her hand the moment she wrapped her fingers around his erect flesh. Esme stroked him from base to tip, relishing in soft, velvety skin stretched taut over pure steel. She guided him to her entrance, and when he slipped inside of her, she knew there could be no greater bliss.

Daniel was unerringly gentle, his strokes slow and sure – so deep that she cried his name at the peak of each and every motion, Her fingers curled into his shoulders even as her hips were pressed into the carpet, his pelvis undulating against hers until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

Yet, she still wanted more – she needed more.

Esme’s hands lowered to curl into Daniel’s taut behind, pressing him more tightly against her. Above her, he gazed down at her with all the intensity of his arresting eyes, his stare never breaking hers as he thrust into her yielding body again and again. All at once, Esme’s mouth formed into an O of divine delectation as her orgasm tore through her, her eyes sliding closed as her head fell back against the carpet.

With an almost tortured sound, Daniel thrust a few more times among her clenching, spasming inner muscles before he, too, succumbed, filling her with the warmth of his seed.

They lay there for a moment, catching their breaths before the rancher slid from her to lift her exhausted form into his arms once more. Esme didn’t have the strength to protest as he carried her from the nursery and into the master suite.

The sheets she had once refused to sleep in now felt cool and inviting against her cheek, and, carefully, Daniel lowered her drowsy form to the bed, covering her with the blanket. When he slipped beneath the sheets behind her curling his body around hers as he held her to him, Esme hadn’t the slightest protest.

Even the baby within her was silent – content – and she’d never known things could be so right with the world.





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Chapter Nine: Off into the Sunset



It was as if nothing could go wrong. For a week, Daniel was content in the knowledge that Esme would stay with him – that she had grown to love the unborn baby she was carrying enough to rival even his own affections, and that he wouldn’t have to fear losing her.