Page 22 of Two Canes, One Cup
Chapter 11 -Reece
Idon’t know why I blurted that out, but it just feels right.
There’s something in me that wants to take care of her, fulfill every wish.
And I know she wants a baby.
Maybe it’ll mean I can keep her?
Moving down her soft body, my lips work a tender line over the swell of her breasts.
They’d befullof milk.
With a groan, I continue lower, kissing a path to her belly button and lingering at the arch of her pelvis.
Her womb.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted to get someone pregnant before today.
It’s a need.
A driving force.
My fingers wrap around the waist of her pants, tugging them lower to reveal the auburn curls hidden inside.
Without warning, I drop my mouth to find her clit, reveling in the whiny gasp that escapes her.
She spasms, gripping my hair. “Oh my—” Her moan cuts off into a breathy pant.
“Reece…” Raking her nails across my scalp, her thighs shudder against my ears.
I could watch her forever, writhing against the sheets with the billow of the comforter tucked around us.
It’s like she’s on a cloud floating in the sky.
That makes it my job to get her to heaven.
With renewed suction, I flick her taut bud with my tongue, making her breasts quake with every stroke.
I like this new game.
Lick.
She trembles.
Rapid little flick.
Her nipples wave at me through her spasm.
Suction?She practically levitates off the mattress.
“Please?” she begs me, tugging on my hair. “So close.”
I’m aching for her too.
But this is almost more fun. Watching her twitch every time I touch her tells me I’m hitting the right spot.
“Come on my face, then I’ll warm you up from the inside.” Giving her a quick nip to the tender skin of her leg, I bury back between her molten thighs.
