Page 126 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

His hands find my face. They're trembling.

Then his mouth is on mine.

There’s no anger.

No heat of an argument.

Just quiet devastation. A kiss full of grief, of love too heavy to hold, of goodbye.

He kisses me like he’s etching it into memory, like this is the last time he’ll be allowed to need me.

And I let him.

Because I need it too.

Clothes fall away piece by piece, scattered like broken promises across the floor.

His hands explore me as if he’s trying to remember everything he’ll miss. Every curve. Every breath. Every scar.

There’s reverence in the way his lips trail down my neck, over my collarbone, lingering at the swell of my breasts.

He sucks a nipple into his mouth slowly, his tongue swirling lazily before he flicks, teases, draws another gasp from me.

My body lights up, hips shifting toward him.

He kisses lower, his mouth brushing my stomach. He pauses there, lips pressed to the gentle swell where our child grows.

When he exhales, it’s shaky, barely held together.

I reach for him, needing more. Needing everything.

When he enters me, it’s slow. Deep. Stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully seated, his hips flush against mine.

He doesn't move right away. Just rests there, inside me, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard, like he’s memorizing what this feels like.

The first roll of his hips makes me gasp.

The next steals my breath.

He makes love to me with a slow, aching rhythm, every thrust more about emotion than need.

It’s intimate, brutal in its softness, each movement an apology for every word left unsaid.

The feeling of his cock sliding inside me is smooth, warm, and torturously deep.

He angles his hips just enough to graze my g-spot with each pass, the friction driving me higher while tears blur my vision.

I rake my nails down his back, holding onto him, knowing letting go will break me.

Our bodies move together in a quiet, desperate rhythm, hips grinding, chests pressed close, breath mingling.

His hand slips between us, fingers circling my clit in slow, wet strokes.

My legs tremble around his waist.

I choke on a sob as my body tightens, every muscle coiling, pleasure mixing with sorrow until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

I come hard, biting his shoulder to hold in the scream, clenching around him as if my body refuses to let him go.

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