Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Like now, as I slide down her body, trailing kisses as I go, tantalizing her with my lips and my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me with heated anticipation.
I kneel between her legs and slowly kiss my way up a firm thigh. When I reach her pussy, I part her slick skin and am rewarded with her breathless gasp. Gliding my tongue over her clit, I penetrate her with shallow licks.
She’s so perfect and pink. So wet and smooth. I suckle at her center and wonder how the hell I’m going to last when just the sound of her moaning brings me to the edge. In response, I bury my face deeper and devour her with an exquisite slowness that brings us both to the brink.
Lifting her head, she pushes her fingers through my hair and begs me not to stop, but she has nothing to worry about because wild horses couldn’t make me stop now.
I move her thighs further apart so I can lick deeper, harder, greedily savoring the taste of her with every thrust of my tongue. I move up to her clit again and torture the soft bud of nerves, my heart wild in my chest as it swells and hardens with every lick, with every nip, with every suck.
Her body begins to tremble, and her hands tighten in my hair as her pussy begins to quake against my face. Releasing their grip on me, her hands fly to the headboard behind her, grabbing it as she cries out my name. She’s coming, and the sound is nothing short of magical.
I keep licking and sucking, drawing out her pleasure for as long as I can until she cages my head with her firm thighs and comes on my face. When I’m sure she’s spent, I rise on my knees and look down at her, my cock swinging heavily between my legs. I’m so fucking aroused, semen pools at the tip and slides down the thick shaft.
Leaning on my knuckles, I cover her body with mine and slide between her firm thighs. Our eyes meet as I push into her, and my mind tips on its axis when the pleasure hits my brain like a shot of dopamine. I grip the bedsheet and kiss her, my hips moving in perfect rhythm with hers as we make love. The tempo builds until we are both swept away.
After our moans fade with the light, we sink into our little bubble where only we exist, and I pull her into my arms, letting the contentment lull me toward sleep.
This is my favorite part of my day. When my work is done, and I get to fall asleep with Lily in my arms. I feel at peace in the darkness, listening to her soft breaths and feeling the warmth of her surrounding me. It’s as if nothing can touch me.
I close my eyes and sink into the mattress but am jerked awake by Lily.
Sitting up suddenly, she gasps, and her hands fly to her stomach.
Alarmed, I snap up right next to her and turn on the light. “What’s wrong?”
Lily looks at me, her eyes wide, before a slow smile creeps across her lips. “The baby moved. Oh, Doc, there she goes again.” She laughs. “Oh, that feels so… wow.”
“You can feel the baby moving?”
She grabs my hand and presses it to her belly. And there it is, the tiny flutter beneath her skin.
Out of nowhere, I’m overcome with emotion. My baby.
He moves against my palm, and I have to look away blinking back the tears.
LILY
His hand glides over the swell of my belly, and I see the emotion move through his expression. His jaw tightens, and his dark brows pull in, but he says nothing. Instead, he swallows deeply as if he can’t find the words to describe how he feels.
“She’s a girl,” I say.
“You’ve had a fetal ultrasound?”
“No, there’s been no time, but it feels like she’s a girl. You know, maternal instincts.”
He looks up and smiles. “You know we have an ultrasound machine here in the clinic.”
“Really?”
He leans down and places a kiss on the baby bump. It’s a gentle touch of his lips against my skin, but it is so much more than that. It tells me how invested he is in this. Doc looks up and smiles, his dimples pressing into his cheeks.
“How about tomorrow we get our first look at the little guy?” he asks.
“Little guy?” I playfully question.
He grins. “Paternal instinct.”
That night, I barely sleep, kept awake by a swarm of butterflies in my stomach at the thought of seeing my baby. Like a kid on Christmas Eve, I toss and turn restlessly, only sleeping for a few hours before I wake up with the dawn.
Doc is out cold next to me, his body heavy with sleep.