Page 80 of Hawk's Cry

“They might leak,” she warns me.

To which I just grin. Another taste for me to savour.

She raises her hips so I can take off her panties. It’s a bit clumsy given the position she’s in, but I make it work. I feel an ass that I’ve checked out during most of this pregnancy. Instead of relishing seeing her body grow as it nurtures my son, for a reason I can’t now understand, I’d wanted to keep my head in the sand and pretend I wasn’t going to be responsible for another human.

“I can just hold you, Liv,” I tell her as I get onto the bed, sliding behind her and pulling her against me. I’m still concerned about the baby, about harming him, and mindful of the ordeal she’s just been through.

“Are you kidding?” she asks, her hand reaching around to rest against my skin, as though reassuring herself I’m really with her. “I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me again.”

Another reminder of what an asshole I’ve been. “I’m—”

“Don’t you dare apologise, Eli. What if I’d been ill? What if I’d had a difficult pregnancy like Allie had back in the day? Would you have blamed me for not feeling horny?”

I place a kiss to that sensitive spot just under her ear. “It’s hard to get my mind around how my brain betrayed me,” I tell her, softly. “I promise you, Liv. I’ll willingly take all the help that I need to get my head back on straight. I promise I’ll—”

“Please, Eli. Please, just fuck me.”

Chuckling softly, I pull up to rest on my elbow, leaning over her. She turns her head so she’s in just the right position for my mouth to touch her lips. She opens for me, our tongues joining and caressing and it feels like I’ve come home.

Every intimate touch, every kiss, has always belonged to her. From awkward teenagers taking the first step toward becoming lovers, to each action we’ve fumbled our way through and learned until it’s an action so familiar, she knows my every response as well as I do hers.

How could I have ever thought I was missing out not experimenting with other women? I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to learn someone else’s reactions. I don’t want to experiment with a casual hook-up.

There’s a wealth of emotion just behind the innocent meeting of our mouths and tongues, as well as the physical expression of our love for each other. Tonight, there’s an added element, an acknowledgement of what we could have so easily lost.

Eventually I raise my head and look down into her eyes, noticing how her pupils have dilated. “Thank you,” I tell her, meaning it from the depths of my heart, “for not giving up on me.”

“Never,” she breathes. “I need you to complete me.”

My eyes close briefly as I acknowledge that I also need her. I can’t imagine a life without her in it. There were times when I thought she’d be better off without me, but truthfully, I’d never survive without her.

Suddenly I realise it’s been far too long since I’ve tasted her. I pull up my body so I’m hovering over her, then manoeuvre downwards.

She starts to giggle as she realises my intention. “Not sure how we’re going to make this work.”

I growl softly, my voice vibrating against her skin causes her body to jerk. “I like a challenge, I’ve got this.”

I pause my journey to lavish attention on her tits. They are indeed leaking, but I don’t give a damn. Just another flavour to be savoured, and it’s a reminder that soon my son will be suckling there.

“I’m too sensitive,” she cries out, to stop me. Her wriggling shows not only discomfort, but what effect my administrations are having on her hypersensitive nipples.

Showing mercy, I continue to my destination, finding she’s more swollen than I remember, not just with arousal, I remind myself, but her body’s getting ready to bring my son into this world. A child born of me and her. Fuck, was there ever a man so lucky?

I hook one of her legs over my shoulders, and manage to get situated so I can indeed, as I promised, make this work.

“You okay?” I check in.

“I’ve missed you, Eli. I’m so ready.”

She’s wet and ready for me. When my tongue meets her clit, she gasps. “Eli!”

She feels different as I ease a finger inside her, curling around to find her G-spot. My twin assault soon has her tensing.

Is this okay? I lift my mouth. “Fuck, Liv. Are you sure this is going to be alright for the baby?”

“Eli, you asshole. Don’t you dare stop!”

Who am I to deny a lady? Once again I lower my face and give her all I’ve got, my movements honed over the years knowing exactly what she likes best. Her hips tighten around my head almost painfully, but I don’t complain. Her muscles contract and it doesn’t take long before she’s screaming out my name. My heart clenches as I realise there was a time I’d thought I’d never hear that sound from her lips again. My woman coming is the best music my ears ever want to hear.

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