Page 64 of Cup of Lies

I’m with Caius now.

“What’s the baby’s name?” Caius asks, breath tickling my flesh.

“I haven’t named her yet.”

He kisses his way up my stomach, pushing the material of my T-shirt up as he goes. Feeling his possessive lips on me, erasing the horrors I’ve endured by the man he took me from, is exhilarating.

I feel like I know him on a deep level, and yet he’s also a complete mystery.

A surprise gift within the comforts that I know.

His mouth finds the underside of my breast and he licks the flesh, teasing me until I’m whimpering for him to do the other side too.

My belly is big, and my boobs are fuller than when I saw him last, but knowing it’s because his baby is inside me somehow makes it sexy. With how he’s worshipping my flesh, I’d say he agrees.

He kisses his way over to my nipple and sucks the hardened peak into his mouth. They’re sensitive lately, so his attention on the nerve endings there is dizzying.

When my milk comes in, will he want to taste me?

The thought of him sucking nutrients created for our child from my body is both thrilling and forbidden. I figure it’s best to leave those wild fantasies in the back of my mind.

“My mind is exhausted and utterly fucking confused,” he murmurs, moving to my other nipple, “but being with you like this, everything becomes clear.” He lifts his head to bore his dark eyes into me. “Like we were always supposed to get to this moment.”

He sucks on my other nipple, not nearly long enough, and then sits on his haunches to rip away his T-shirt. His smooth, tattooed skin is a visual delight in the late morning sunlight. If I could imagine a serene moment in heaven, it’d be something like this. Warm, loving, happy.

I reach my hand forward and ghost my fingertips over his abs. His lips curl into a half-smile when I tug on the waistband of his jeans. He helps me, and together we unfasten his belt and button. My heart races with anticipation when he pushes his jeans and boxers down, freeing his incredible cock.

His manscaping is impeccable. I never knew it was a turn-on until I had the exact opposite. Caius’s dark hair is trimmed neatly and his cock is thick, long, and beautiful, glistening at the tip with his pre-cum.

I lick my lips and groan.

A flash of darkness in his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. He’s not exactly gentle as he rips off my shorts and underwear. I love the roughness of it—the absolute ferocity of his need for me. Since he’s done all the work thus far, I do my part and rid myself of my shirt.

“I feel like I know every freckle of your body,” he says, voice raspy as he parts my thighs. “It’s as if I’m being reunited with something I know on a level I can’t understand.”

They may have messed with our minds, but our bodies know this dance.

“Make love to me,” I plead. “I need you inside of me.”

He runs his thumb over my clit and shakes his head. “Not yet, love. I’m going to taste what I’ve been missing.”

His tongue on my clit makes me gasp in shock. The zing of pleasure that jolts through me makes me feel more alive than ever before. He makes quick work at licking the nerves there, rolling and flicking his tongue in ways that make me see stars.

I clench my thighs around his head, overcome with the sensations. After feeling no pleasure whatsoever for months and months, my body can hardly stand it.

“You’re going to come all over my face, Romy. We both deserve it for having to wait so long.” He runs his tongue along my opening, making it wet and messy as he has a sample there too. “God, you taste so fucking good.”

I squirm at his teasing, my fingers tugging at his hair, pushing and pulling and simply holding him still when I like what he’s doing. His hot breath and feral grunts against my pussy only add to the pure deliciousness of this moment. Tendrils of an orgasm curl deep inside my core, waiting to be unleashed to decimate me.

So close.

So, so close.

“You get so fucking juicy from my tongue being on you, don’t you, love?”

“Yes,” I rasp out. “Feels good.”

“As soon as you come, I’m going to let you ride my cock.” He nips at my clit, making me cry out. “I want to touch your belly and watch your tits jiggle as you bounce. You going to give that to me, hmm?”

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