her—to touch her, to smell her, to listen to her tiny mewls when he pleasured her. By the time he reached the bedroom, she stood before a full-length mirror completely naked. He paused in the doorway, unable for a moment to coordinate his own body. All he could do was stare. Her previously flat belly rounded somewhat now near the base. Her breasts hung as low as he’d imagined. They were heavier, he knew, and his palms itched to weigh them. Already her hips had widened a little, and her thick thighs were more for a man to squeeze between.
Renzo almost salivated at the sight of his sweet Jada. His pulse raged, and his blood boiled. The hard-on he’d grown from her earlier words strained in his pants for release. “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he asked in a ragged breath that was thick with his desire. If he’d been thinking to hold off from taking her until she was sure of him, that vow would have flown out the window at this moment.
He took his time approaching her and stopped just to stare at her reflection.
She frowned and then pouted. “I’m getting fatter.”
“You are more of a woman than you’ve ever been before, and it’s driving me insane,” he corrected. “Do you understand what a pregnant woman means to a man?”
She dragged her gaze from critically examining her body to meet his, and her soft brown eyes widened. “Wow, you look like you could eat me.”
“Oh, I will eat you and more.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and felt the shiver that passed through her. When he turned her to face him, he gave closer inspection to those wonderful breasts, and his mouth watered. With one fingertip, he traced a small bud and watched it tighten under his touch. “Do they leak yet?”
Again the frustrated frown. “Yes, and I’m already having to wear pads in my bra. It’s annoying. They ache too.”
He tsked with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Povera bimba. Poor baby, let me make it better.” He caught one swollen mound in his hand and raised it slightly while bending down to lick the tip. Jada let out a small gasp and then moaned when he took her nipple between his lips to give it a suck. Right away a few drops of sweet liquid coated his tongue, and he echoed her moan. He wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her tighter then sucked a little harder. His precious beauty cried out his name, almost bringing Renzo to release in his pants.
“Renzo,” she said again, bringing him to dizzying heights. “Your clothes are wet. Let me help you take them off.”
With reluctance he drew back, allowing the nipple to pop from his lips. He watched the heavy breast bounce once and was hard-pressed not to make it happen again. “By all means, cara, undress me.”
Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his shirt, a telltale sign of how he affected her. He never took his eyes off her beautiful face as she worked and was gratified to see her full lips part and her breath quicken when she bared his chest. Despite how much he worked, he’d made it a point of staying in shape. Jada obviously approved of his conditioning. She ran her hands over his chest, lingering at his small, flat nipples, which had gone hard at her touch.
“My pants are wet too,” he prompted.
Her gaze dropped to the front of his pants, and he grinned at seeing her reaction to the tent she found there. She didn’t pause for a second, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. When she freed his cock, it sprang out, stretching to its mate. He ached to feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his dick and to push himself as far as he could go. He wanted to lose track of time and space, buried in the most perfect woman in existence. With that in mind, he pushed her hands away and caught her up around the waist. Just before he dropped her on the bed, he remembered her condition and placed her there gently. After he had removed the rest of his clothing, he followed her down, a thigh braced between hers and most of his weight on his elbow at her side.
“Your bed is too small,” he complained.
Amusement twinkled in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter. I plan to spend most of my time in it on