Page 16 of When She Wishes

"Another reason I am very glad I am not most men," he purrs, his hand sliding between my thighs. "Let me touch you."

"Only if I get to touch you, too." I gaze up at him, adoring, as I work his cock through his clothing, dragging over the sensitive, prominent head. The fabric over the tip is growing damp, and I'm tempted to demand that he stand up and get naked for me...except his hand is between my thighs, stroking and teasing me at the same time, and I'm not ready to give that up. Not yet.

I whimper with pleasure as his hand toys through my folds, spreading my wetness. My body makes slick sounds as he touches me, and I moan even as I continue to work him, pumping and pulling as best I can through the confines of the clothing. He circles my clit and I gasp, pressing my head against his chest.

"Love it when you make those sounds for me, my Payton," he murmurs. "I want to feel you come apart on my fingers."

"Wait," I breathe, lifting my head even as he strokes into my body. "I want you inside me when I come this time."

His eyes gleam in the growing darkness. "Yes?"

"Yes." I pluck at his tunic. "Let's get naked."

"You won't be cold?"

"Fuck the cold. I'll have a big, loving praxiian to keep me warm."

He groans, his hand sliding away from between my thighs and he clutches me against him, as if he never wants to let me go. I have to admit, I never want him to let me go, either. We linger in this moment, and then he tugs on my dress. "Let's get this off you."

I've never been so happy to get undressed.

Chapter

Nine

PAYTON

It takes some finagling to get our clothes off, because everything I do is awkward with my advancing pregnancy. Bodhrri helps me along, and then I sprawl on the pillows, admiring, as he stands up and strips off his clothing. I've seen him naked repeatedly in the past month, and I never tire of the sight of his lean, furred body, the big arms and shoulders, and the tapered waist that leads down to the most impressive cock I've ever put my mouth on. Does he look all that human? Less and less to me with every day. Does it matter to me? Not in the slightest.

Our children won't be completely human, either, and I love them with all my heart and soul already.

Bodhrri settles his long body next to mine, stroking his fingers over my bare skin. His gaze is admiring and makes me feel gorgeous. Doesn't matter the stretch marks or the swelling feet or the fact that my boobs have grown exponentially. He looks at me as if I'm the most delicious dessert that he can't wait to devour. "Tell me how to do this," he says. "What way is comfortable for you?"

"All fours, I think," and I can't resist reaching for his cock again, just because it juts out as if it's dying to be petted a little more. "And some pillows to support my belly."

He groans, pumping into my hand once, and then pulls away. The kiss he gives me is hungry and savage, and then he's crawling around on the blankets, gathering the pillows closer. He holds a hand out to me and with his help, I get on hands and knees, and then he's carefully tucking pillows under me, taking the weight off my middle. "Better?"

I nod, supported on a small mountain of pillows. I imagine myself more like the snow capping Mount Fiji instead of a sexy woman waiting for her lover to cover her, but I know Bodhrri doesn't care. I can see the heat in his eyes.

"I like you this way," he purrs, and he moves towards my backside, his hand trailing over my hip. "Look at these flanks in the air for me. So plump and perfect and just begging for my mouth to be between them."

I bite down on my knuckle, stifling a whimper at the thought.

"Just a taste," he says to me. "Then I'll be inside you."

As if I'm going to protest? No, please, don't lick my needy pussy? A hungry sound rips free from my throat as he lowers his head and his tongue strokes through my crease from behind. I clutch the pillow closest to me as a lifeline as he buries his face between my legs and hungrily laps at me. His tongue is ever so slightly raspy, sending my nerve endings into overdrive, and I squeal aloud with every dip into my core. "Now, please," I manage. "Want you inside me. Now."

Bodhrri's hands move over my hips hungrily, but he gives my backside one last quick kiss and then straightens. He steps between my spread thighs, and I can feel his big body adjusting against mine. He drags his cock over my backside, teasing the tip over my sensitive skin and making me wild with need. I all but come up off the pillows when he finally settles himself againstthe entrance to my body, notching his cock at my opening and then pressing in ever so slightly. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes."

He pushes in, just a bit more. "And now?"

I moan like a starving woman. "Keep going."

He chuckles, and the sound makes my toes curl with delight. Then he presses in deeper, stretching me around him, and I lose my breath entirely. It's been so long since I've had sex that I've forgotten how good it can feel when a big cock invades your body. My hands draw into fists as if I can somehow fight the onslaught of sensations as he sinks in. Breathing? Forget it. I'll breathe when I'm dead. Right now everything in me needs to focus on how good he feels.

Bodhrri sighs with bone-deep contentment and strokes a hand over my lower back. "You feel so good. Still comfortable?"

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