The Purest of Diamonds(79)

                ‘We’ll find a way,’ he promised, kissing his way from her neck to her breasts. ‘I was right—no anxiety here,’ he confirmed, circling her nipples with his tongue before tugging on them gently.

                ‘They’re bigger.’

                ‘They’re lush and full and beautiful. Every part of you—’

                ‘Is pregnant,’ she said.

                ‘Like I haven’t noticed?’ he murmured contentedly, kissing his way down to her belly.

                ‘Will you stop that? I’m ugly—’

                ‘A pregnant woman could never be called ugly. And you are particularly beautiful,’ he insisted, nudging his way between her thighs.

                ‘You can’t—’

                ‘I think you’ll find I can...’

                ‘Oh, yes... Oh, Raffa... Please—’

                ‘Don’t stop?’ he queried with amusement, lifting his head. ‘I’ve got no intention of stopping. You taste too good to stop—’

                ‘Oh... I— Now! I can’t hold on,’ she wailed, lacing her fingers through his hair to keep him close.

                ‘Let it go, baby— Just let it go—’ He held her firmly. His tongue did the rest.

                ‘That was amazing,’ she managed, still convulsing as he kept her going with his hand.

                ‘More?’ he suggested.

                ‘A lot more...’

                ‘You’ve been missing this, I think,’ he murmured, turning her so that now Leila had her back to him.

                ‘So much—’

                He laughed as he curled his body round her. ‘Hang on,’ he whispered, lifting her leg over his.

                ‘How long do I have to hold on?’ She gasped as he found her with his hand. ‘I’m not sure I can—’

                ‘Any time you like—’

                She screamed her next release before he had even finished the sentence. He was gentle as he entered her—so gentle. It was good for him this way—like all the best sensations in the world woven together. Leila had curled up to allow him the best possible access and she was so ready for him—so warm, so tight, so wet. ‘Tell me if I’m hurting you.’

                ‘I’ll tell you if you stop,’ she growled.

                He laughed softly, while Leila gasped out loud. He rocked into her gently, at the same time sheathing himself completely, maintaining the same steady rhythm with his hand while she thrust backwards onto him, dictating both the pace and force he was using. It wasn’t long before she was on the edge again. He could feel the sudden tensing in her body—the awareness shimmering through her—the realisation that pleasure was on its way.

                ‘Enjoy, baby,’ he murmured. The slightest adjustment to the pressure and speed at which his finger was working was all it took to make it impossible for her to hold on, and as she let go with a series of wild cries of relief he increased the force and pace of his thrusts to prolong her pleasure for as long as he could.