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her ass and using the easy movement of the swing to pull her cunt right to his mouth. She cried out and tilted her hips toward his tongue. He groaned into her wet heat and let himself have what he had craved so many nights.

Kneeling there, his face buried between her legs, he worshipped her in the way she deserved. His tongue swirled around her clit and flicked it side to side. He suckled it gently before lapping slow and easy to draw out her pleasure. When he let his tongue slide lower and dip just inside, she practically squealed. His heart hammered in his chest, and his cock throbbed painfully. A few drops of precum dripped from the ruddy head, and he had to tamp down the feral urge to stand and thrust deep into her.

Maisie touched the top of his head and then the back of it, her short nails scratching at his scalp as she moved her hips in time with his licking tongue. He loved the way she let go and took what she wanted, using him for her own enjoyment. He concentrated right on that bundle of nerves, flicking and lapping until her thighs tensed, and she bucked against his mouth, shrieking as her climax rocked her body.

Determined to make her come harder than she ever had, he held tight to the swing’s straps, keeping her pussy right where he wanted it. Her staccato breaths deepened, and she started to tremble wildly. Another orgasm, this one more powerful, shuddered through her. Maisie made a guttural sound as her limbs shook, and her hips undulated wildly. She pressed against his forehead, her strong fingers silently asking him for mercy that he gave.

Not wanting to stand just yet, he kissed her thighs and mound. He worked his way along her hips and the curve of the bottom of her belly as he rose to his feet. She clutched at his arms and his waist, begging him to fuck her. He slipped his arm between her bottom and the seat of the swing to readjust her position. When she was exactly where she needed to be, he grasped the base of his cock and dragged his hyper-sensitive crown through her slick folds. She was wetter than she had ever been, and he was dying to feel her squeezing and surrounding him.

They both moaned when he thrust into her. That first stroke was like heaven. He stilled for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of being joined so intimately. When he drew back, he did so deliberately, slowly, until he was nearly out of her and then slid right back inside. Maisie gripped his forearms and tugged him down so that she could kiss him. It was a messy, passionate kiss punctuated with every thrust of his hips.

“I love you,” he declared, holding her gaze as he rocked in and out of her body. “I love you, Maisie.”

“I love you.” The fingers of her right hand returned his declaration. “So much.”

Terror thrust deep, so deep that her clit was pressed against his lower stomach, and stopped. He leaned down and palmed her breasts. He suckled each one and lightly grazed his teeth over the sensitive peaks. She gasped, and he felt her reaction along the length of his shaft, her inner walls fluttering around him. Wanting to feel that again, he repeated the suckling and grazing until she was shuddering and grasping at him.

Terror straightened and licked his thumb, leaving it wet and slick. He placed it against her swollen clit and began to draw lazy circles around the bud. Thrusting again, he held her dark, lust-filled gaze. He marveled at the beauty of her face, and the way her perfect, pouty mouth shaped the needful sounds that escaped her throat.

“Harder,” she urged, tucking her toes against the back of his thighs. “Harder. Faster.”

He gave her what she wanted. Hard. Fast. Each thrust causing the swing to sway wildly back and forth. He rubbed quicker circles over her clit, and her toes pressed into the flexing muscles of his thighs. The tension in her grew and grew until finally it exploded.

Overcome with his own need to climax with her, he gripped the straps of the swing and used the momentum of the contraption to take her. She bounced on his cock, leaving a glistening sheen of her slick sweetness on his shaft. A shiver of pleasure pulsed in his lower belly, spreading down through his balls and into his thighs. That familiar buzz of joy left him panting, and he growled as he came, jerking roughly as he spilled his seed.

His head throbbed from the intensity of his orgasm, and from the way Maisie slumped in the swing, he sensed she was wrung out from pleasure, too. He scooped her up, his cock still buried inside her, and kissed her the way he had dreamed about kissing her all those months without her. She clung to his shoulders as he backed them away from the swing and turned toward their bedroom.

He shifted her in his arms, slipping free from her slick heat, and tugged down the covers on the neatly made bed. The smell of something feminine and floral filled the air, probably some outrageously expensive detergent that Ella insisted on having. The sheets were soft against their naked skin. Somehow, it seemed right to tumble Maisie into a bed that smelled so good and was so comfortable.

Nestled in their cozy cocoon, they shared gentle, sweet kisses. He was reminded of the first time they had cuddled together like this when she had been so weak and sick after escaping the Valiant. He remembered how unusual the experience had been and how it had left him craving that sort of innocent intimacy. At the time, he hadn’t believed he would ever really be able to keep her or share moments like this whenever they wanted.

Now, here he was, safe and secure in his quarters, holding his pregnant mate. It was almost too good to be true. Would it ever feel real? Permanent? Would he always fear that he was one wrong step away from losing her again?

Maisie interrupted his thoughts by grabbing his hand. She placed it on her belly, high on the swell and over to the left. He understood what she was trying to do, but he didn’t feel anything. She frowned, and he started to pull his hand away, not wanting her to feel pressured to share the movements of their child. Vicious had told him how difficult it was to feel in the early days when Hallie described the flutters of feet and hands.

Thump.

Terror froze. He held his breath, certain he had imagined the sensation.

Thump.

There it was again. This time, he knew it was real. Strong and insistent, their baby kicked and stretched inside Maisie’s womb. Shaken by the experience, he glanced at Maisie who smiled up at him with love burning in her adoring gaze.

“He’s strong like you.”

Terror swallowed hard. “I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she assured him. “It’s strange, at first, but now it’s comforting to feel him. Even when I was alone at the orchard, I wasn’t ever truly alone. He was with me. A part of you,” she touched his chest, “was with me.”

Terror gently touched his forehead to hers before kissing her tenderly. He slid down the bed until he reached her belly, and he pressed his lips to the spot where their son still kicked. He let the tears fall from his lone eye. He wasn’t afraid to let himself feel in front of her. No, he wanted her to see the depth of his emotion. He wanted her to know how very happy he was and how much he truly loved her and their baby.

When he returned to her side, sharing a hopeful look and a joyful smile, he said, “Four more months.”

She covered his hand on her belly. “Four more months.”

The End.

About the Author

The alter ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Roxie Rivera, I like to write super sexy romances and scorching hot erotica. I live in Texas on five acres with my husband, our two mischievous girls, a pair of Great Danes, a couple of cats and various fish.

You can find me online at www.lolitalopez.com.

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