Page 67 of Our Unexpected Beginning
None. She seems okay.
Melody:
She does. I’m proud of her.
Graham smiled and padded barefoot from the bathroom, his eyes found Julia, she sprawled out on the bed in just a fluffy white towel that barely covered her inviting curves. Her pregnant belly was propped with pillows, a sight that never failed to make his heart swell with love and anticipation.
His gaze traveled down her body, taking in her round, swollen breasts and the curve of her hips. A surge of arousal coursed through him and he felt himself harden at the thought of sinking inside her.
“Good enough to eat,” he murmured, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Julia giggled, and waved him off, her eyes sparkling. “It was the only way I could get comfortable. Everything is sore.”
Graham’s heart ached at the thought of her discomfort, but he was determined to make her feel better. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Having her in his life, having her carry their child–it was the most miraculous thing he’d ever experienced. He still questioned his worthiness of this gift.
His hands roamed her incredible body, massaging every inch of her taut skin. Julia moaned and writhedunder his attention, her fingers tangling in the sheets. “God, Graham. It feels so good,” she panted. She dropped her head against the mattress, looking over her shoulder at him.
Graham met her hooded gaze as he continued to lavish attention on her soft skin. “I’ve just gotten started.” He arched his brow. “I mean, you heard Mia and Nolan today. I think I’m beginning to understand these pregnancy cravings. I need you, Jules. You’re mine to have.”
With that, he let his towel fall to the ground. Instead of climbing onto the bed, he dropped down onto his knees between her splayed thighs. His face was level with her upturned ass, and he couldn’t resist pressing his face between her soft cheeks. His teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her thigh.
Julia squeaked in surprise but quickly melted into moans with the slow strokes of his tongue along her slit. Graham lost himself in the taste and feel of her, knowing that this was exactly where he was meant to be.
His to worship.
Graham trailed wet kisses up Julia’s spine, stopping long enough to nip the skin of her hip, then shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you.” His breath was hot and she lowered her forehead against the mattress, giving him access to the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulder.
He kissed her temple and brushed her hair from Julia’s eyes. “You’ll be my good girl?”
Julia nodded silently, still pliant and warm from the shower and his attentions. “Yes, Sir.” She had the sweetest sigh.
“Don’t move.” He retrieved a packet and a small bottle from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed, fisting himself slick.
“What do you need a condom for?”
“I’m going to fuck this beautiful bubble ass but you’re going to swallow my cum, Julia.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Yes Sir.”
Graham caged her thighs between his, pressing her knees together. His cock pressed hot and hard between the cheeks of her ass. “C’mon, relax for me, sweetheart.” He cooed, pressing the tip of his cock against her asshole. He was met with minimal resistance.
Julia sighed and struggled her hips against his pressing invasion. “Fu–”
Graham gripped her hip tightly, leaving her unable to pull away from his persistent movement. He rolled his hips in soft circles, carefully increasing until she’d accepted more than half his length. “That’s it, good girl.”
“Too much.” Julia reached behind her and he grabbed her arm. She pulled herself up, attempting to pull away. “G-oh, Graham.”
“Yeah, moan my name like that again.”
“It burns, Graham. Oh, fuck.Please.”
“Please, what?” He rolled his hips against the back of Julia’s thighs anchoring himself inside her. Graham’s fingers sunk into her hip, repeating the question and slamming into her.
“Oh, Sir!” she cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain as she gripped the sheets beneath her. Her body bucked back and trembled as Graham smirked, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her hair and pulling her up against his chest. She molded perfectly against him.
