Page 38 of Sunday

Cedar teased me as his fingers slid between my parted folds, dipped in and then out again. His eyelids were hungry with desire for me, and they made me feel beautiful and seen. I watched as he slipped his finger into his mouth and then placed his mouth on me. Every negative emotion, every cruel word spoken washed away when he covered me.

My hips undulated smoothly underneath him as he ate from my orchard, and within minutes, he drank my nectar. Cedar pulled back and licked his lips with a sensual smile.

I crooked my fingers and beckoned him to me. He covered my body, and I pulled him closer, inviting him in for a kiss. It was sultry and slow, and his hands roamed my body.

“I need you, Cedar,” I whispered as he kissed down my neck.

Eager to please me, his hands went to his sweatpants, and he tugged them down with his underwear. There was no need for protection. We had long passed that point, and we both knew that we hadn’t been with anyone else.

I spread my legs wide enough for him to fit comfortably between them. His hand slicked across my moist lower lips before he grabbed his erection and pressed it against me. I shifted slightly to allow him to ease in. When Cedar finally entered me, I felt complete. He sank deeper and deeper as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting?”

“Yes. God, yes, Cedar.”

He shifted up and caressed the side of my face.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured.

I hadn’t realized that the tears had started up again. Cedar treated me tenderly, kissing the tears from my face and rocking into me with slow precision. He filled me up in a way that let me know that this was what I wanted. He was who I wanted, and I never wanted to be without him again.

When he looked down at my belly for the fifth time, I tapped his chest. “Get up.”

He rolled off me with a look of confusion. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Holding his wet dick, I positioned it at my entrance and slowly slid down.

“Are you more comfortable like this?”

“Yeah,” he murmured and smacked my ass. “Does it feel good to you?”

“Mm, . . . yes, Cedar. You feel so good inside of me.”

He thrust upward, and I slid down and gyrated all around him. With my hands planted on his chest, I lifted and rode him hard and fast.

“I wonder how many fake girlfriends and boyfriends do this,” I moaned as I ground myself against him and kissed his shoulder.

“This no longer feels fake. It’s starting to feel very real,” he groaned after several seconds when I slid to the top and slowly worked my way down his shaft again.

“I like real.” I whimpered as he pinched my nipples.

Cedar took good care of my body, and we switched positions several times, finding what worked best for us in my pregnant state.

When we orgasmed, it was with our lips sealed and every part of our body touching one another. And my heart exploded when he kissed my neck and whispered, “Everything will be okay, baby.”

“Stay here with me tonight,” I begged when we’d finished.

He dragged his hand over his head, and I could tell by the hesitation and the look in his eyes that he was unsure.

“Please.”

“Where we’re going, Sunny, ain’t no going back.”

“Good.”

Cedar sighed, lay back, and pulled me into his arms. His hand gently ran up and down my hip, creating a calming effect through every part of my body. It soothed me right into an easy and peaceful sleep, but not before I heard his vow.

“I love you too, girl. You’re mine, and I swear I won’t let nobody fuck with you, not even your family.”

Cedar

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