Page 74 of Made for Wilde
I pull her closer and nuzzle into her neck. “Our little seed.”
Charlotte’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and her body melts against mine. “Thank you for being happy about this. I was so scared.”
“I’ve never been happier in my life.” The truth of the statement resonates through my entire body. “This baby is everything I never let myself hope for.”
Her lips find mine, soft and sweet and perfect. When she pulls back, her eyes are dark with a different kind of emotion. She picks up the toy again and weighs it in her palm.
“So, about this gift of yours...” Her voice takes on a husky quality that sends a rush of heat through my veins. “Want to show me how it works?”
“Absolutely,” I growl.
In one fluid motion, I stand from the couch with Charlotte in my arms. Then I cradle her small body against my chest as I carry her toward our bedroom.
The knowledge that she’s carrying my child burns through my veins like wildfire, intensifying every sensation.
I kick the bedroom door wider with my foot and lay Charlotte down on the bed with a gentleness that contradicts the hunger coursing through me. The toy is still clutched in her hand, the sleek black silicone a stark contrast against her pale skin.
I hover over her and search her face for any sign of hesitation. “You sure about this?”
Charlotte’s blue eyes are wide and trusting. “I’m sure. I want to try everything with you.”
A growl rumbles up from deep in my chest. I capture her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply. She responds instantly and arches up against me, her free hand tangling in my hair.
I break the kiss to work my way down her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear that always makes her shiver. My hands find the hem of her shirt and drag it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra follows quickly, leaving her bare from the waist up.
I run my palms up her sides and cup her breasts gently. “So fucking beautiful.”
Charlotte gasps when I brush my thumbs across her nipples.
“Are they sore?” I ask, my touch turning feather-light.
Charlotte shakes her head. “Not sore. Just more sensitive. Everything feels more intense.”
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak.
Her back arches off the bed, a moan tearing from her throat that tells me just how much more sensitive she’s become. My hand slides down to unbutton her jeans and tug them down her legs along with her underwear until she’s completely naked beneath me.
Then I stand to strip off my own clothes, never taking my eyes off her body spread out on our bed.
She looks exactly the same as she did yesterday, this morning, yet entirely different now that I know what’s happening inside her.
Charlotte reaches for me. “Stop staring and come back here.”
My hands roam her body with renewed purpose, exploring every curve, every sensitive spot. When I settle between her thighs, she parts her legs eagerly and invites me closer.
“Turn over.” My voice drops lower. “On your hands and knees.”
Charlotte rolls over and positions herself as instructed.
I take the toy from her and set it on the nightstand for now. Then I reach for the drawer where we keep the lube and kneel on the bed behind her. My hands roam down the smooth expanse of her back, over the curve of her ass. Goosebumps rise on her skin as she shivers under my touch. I lean forward and press my lips to the base of her spine.
“You turn me on so much.” My breath ghosts over her skin. “It’s so fucking hot, knowing that my baby is inside you.”
I run my fingers between her legs and find her already wet and ready. The knowledge that she wants this as much as I do sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” I circle her entrance with my thumb and collect her wetness before moving to her ass. “We’ll go slow with this. Tell me if anything hurts.”
Charlotte’s breath catches as I press one slick finger against the tight pucker of her back entrance.
