Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"They were beautiful last night. They will be again tonight. Patience."
"I wonder if there's anything we can do while we're waiting for the sky to grow darker," I muse, and take his hand. I pull it to my lips and nibble on his fingertip.
A low purr drifts through the air. "What did you have in mind?"
"You. Me. This blanket. Lots of pillows. Sex."
He groans. "Yes?"
"Oh, yes."
"It won't harm the children?"
"Not in the slightest. We'll probably have to limit our positions because of my belly, but I'm willing to get creative if you are. What do you think?"
His answer is his hungry mouth on mine.
I fall against him, leaning into his kiss. Every time his mouth brushes mine somehow feels better than the last, and I'm excited to think that we can share these kisses for the rest of our lives. To think that I get to nibble on his mouth and hear his gasps of pleasure, that he'll slide his tongue alongside mine and we'll both be overcome. I curl my fingers into the thick, bushy mane on his head and lose myself in his touch, because I'm safe here. I know that in Bodhrri's arms there'll be pleasure and security and affection and nothing else.
"My beautiful mate," he murmurs between kisses. "To think that I am worthy of such a gift. It feels like a dream."
I slide my hand down his front, heading for his cock. "You make it sound like I'm a prize. I'm older than you. I'm pregnant. Most men would run screaming the other way."
"Then I am very glad I am not most men."
God, so am I. I run my fingers over the thick outline of his cock, rubbing him through his clothing. "Most men aren't built like this, either."
"Another reason I am very glad I am not most men," he purrs, his hand sliding between my thighs. "Let me touch you."
"Only if I get to touch you, too." I gaze up at him, adoring, as I work his cock through his clothing, dragging over the sensitive, prominent head. The fabric over the tip is growing damp, and I'm tempted to demand that he stand up and get naked for me...except his hand is between my thighs, stroking and teasing me at the same time, and I'm not ready to give that up. Not yet.
I whimper with pleasure as his hand toys through my folds, spreading my wetness. My body makes slick sounds as he touches me, and I moan even as I continue to work him, pumping and pulling as best I can through the confines of the clothing. He circles my clit and I gasp, pressing my head against his chest.
"Love it when you make those sounds for me, my Payton," he murmurs. "I want to feel you come apart on my fingers."
"Wait," I breathe, lifting my head even as he strokes into my body. "I want you inside me when I come this time."
His eyes gleam in the growing darkness. "Yes?"
"Yes." I pluck at his tunic. "Let's get naked."
"You won't be cold?"
"Fuck the cold. I'll have a big, loving praxiian to keep me warm."
He groans, his hand sliding away from between my thighs and he clutches me against him, as if he never wants to let me go. I have to admit, I never want him to let me go, either. We linger in this moment, and then he tugs on my dress. "Let's get this off you."
I've never been so happy to get undressed.
Chapter
Nine
PAYTON
It takes some finagling to get our clothes off, because everything I do is awkward with my advancing pregnancy. Bodhrri helps me along, and then I sprawl on the pillows, admiring, as he stands up and strips off his clothing. I've seen him naked repeatedly in the past month, and I never tire of the sight of his lean, furred body, the big arms and shoulders, and the tapered waist that leads down to the most impressive cock I've ever put my mouth on. Does he look all that human? Less and less to me with every day. Does it matter to me? Not in the slightest.
Our children won't be completely human, either, and I love them with all my heart and soul already.
Bodhrri settles his long body next to mine, stroking his fingers over my bare skin. His gaze is admiring and makes me feel gorgeous. Doesn't matter the stretch marks or the swelling feet or the fact that my boobs have grown exponentially. He looks at me as if I'm the most delicious dessert that he can't wait to devour. "Tell me how to do this," he says. "What way is comfortable for you?"
"All fours, I think," and I can't resist reaching for his cock again, just because it juts out as if it's dying to be petted a little more. "And some pillows to support my belly."