Page 34 of Mating Mia
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Jace says, his hand moving in gentle circles over my stretched skin. “Our little boy. Going to be strong like his fathers and smart like his mother.”
“I can’t wait to buy him clothes today,” I admit, my stomach somersaulting with excitement since this is my first baby. “After the appointment, I want to look at those little onesies we saw online.”
“You’re going to pick out the cutest outfits. Our baby’s going to be dressed in style,” says Jace, pressing a kiss to my neck. His hands begin to wander, one staying on my belly while the other slides lower, skating across my hip and down between my legs. Before I can protest, he’s cupping my pussy over my underwear, applying just enough pressure to make my breath catch. “I know why you’re so frustrated today, and it’s not just the pants.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“Because you’re expecting more bad news today,” he says, voice softening. “You’re thinking this is going to be another dead end, don’t you?”
I give him a tired smile in the mirror, leaning back more heavily against him.
“I’m about ready to give up on this search entirely,” I admit. “Maybe my father has already found my mother by now. Maybe I should just focus on our baby and let the past stay in the past.”
Jace’s fingers press more firmly against my clothed pussy, making me gasp. Even through the fabric of my underwear, his touch sends heat spiraling through me.
“Don’t give up hope just yet, little omega,” he murmurs, his free hand coming up to cup my breast. “Today might be different.”
I can feel slick beginning to soak through my underwear, my body’s automatic response to his touch. Jace notices and a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he rubs my pussy in small circles.
“Jace…”
“Already wet for me,” he says, voice dropping to that husky register that never fails to make my heart race. “I think my sweet omega needs a little attention before we leave.”
“Jace,” I protest weakly, even as my hips push forward into his hand. “We’re going to be late. Kane will get so upset.”
“He’ll be even more upset if I don’t give you relief,” Jace interrupts, spinning me around and guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. “I need a taste before we go.”
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, excitement and arousal flooding my system.
Jace drops to his knees in front of me, looking up with hungry eyes as he tugs my pants down and off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
“Lie back,” he instructs, his hands pushing gently on my shoulders on the bed until I’m leaning onto my back.
“I can’t see you,” I say with a small pout as he spreads my legs wide, settling between them. My swollen stomach blocks my view of him.
“That’s okay,” he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “You don’t need to see me to feel me.”
The first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the bed. I gasp at the intense pleasure. He licks in one long, deliberate pathfrom my entrance to my swollen clit. His tongue feels so nice and rough against me, which makes me moan already.
“Oh mymoons.”
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he groans, his hands gripping my thighs to keep them spread wide. “Pregnancy makes you taste even sweeter. Did you know that?”
I only whimper in response, hardly able to answer him as he licks me vigorously.
His tongue circles my folds, dipping into my entrance before moving back to flick across my clit. Each pass sends electric shocks of pleasure shooting up my spine, making my toes curl and my back arch.
“Oh god,” I moan, grabbing at the messy white bedsheets. “That feels so good.”
Jace purrs against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation.
He focuses on my clit now, sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud until it’s swollen and throbbing. The pressure builds rapidly; my body so sensitive these days that it takes almost nothing to push me toward the edge.
“I need to taste,” grunts Jace, and he suddenly pushes his tongue deep inside of me, making me cry out in surprise.
The feeling of being penetrated by his tongue is different from his cock—less filling but more precise, able to reach spots inside me that make my eyes roll back. “Oh my god.”
“Your tight pussy is stretching so beautifully around my tongue,” he murmurs against me, the words vibrating through my core. “So tight, so wet. I think I need to stretch you even wider with my cock so it doesn’t forget me.”
