Page 114 of When Love Found Us
My hand slides over her stomach, reverent, possessive.
“You have no idea what this does to me,” I murmur, fingers teasing the hem of her shirt. “Seeing you like this. Knowing you’re carrying my baby.”
She shudders, her hands running down my back.
“You like that?” I smirk, brushing my lips over her collarbone.
Her breath stutters. “Atlas?—”
I slide lower, kiss her stomach, drag my tongue along the skin I worship.
“I want you round with me again and again,” I murmur against her skin. “Gonna keep you full, baby.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me up, crashing her mouth to mine.
“Talk big all you want,” she teases, breathless, “but I need you to back it up.”
Fuck.
I strip her down, slow and torturous, letting each brush of my fingers against her skin ignite a new need—making her crave more. She’s bare beneath me, soft and flushed, her body trembling as anticipation coils through her like a live wire.
I want her aching for it.
I kiss my way down her chest, dragging my tongue over every curve, every new swell.
She moans when I tease her nipple between my lips, sucking, biting just enough to make her squirm. My hands roam, tracing the shape of her waist, gripping the fullness of her thighs.
“Atlas,” she whimpers, fingers twisting in the sheets, hips shifting, searching for friction.
Not yet.
I slide lower, kissing the inside of her thigh, letting my breath ghost over where she’s already dripping for me.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin, my lips curving when she lets out a strangled moan.
She tries to move, to press against my mouth, but I pin her hips down, locking her in place beneath me.
I part her thighs wider, watching as she opens for me, slick and swollen, her body begging without a single word.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my fingers spreading her open, exposing the soft, glistening pink. “So fucking pretty for me. So wet.”
She gasps as I drag the tip of my tongue up her slit, slow, teasing, just enough to feel her shudder.
I groan against her, the taste of her already addictive.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” I murmur, sliding my tongue in deeper, lapping at her, letting the heat of my mouth drive her insane.
She jerks beneath me, writhing, but I grip her thighs and hold her open, making her take every stroke of my tongue.
I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the swollen bud, tasting the way she throbs for me.
“Oh—fuck,” she cries out, back arching, nails dragging down my scalp.
“You like that, baby?” I hum against her, pushing two fingers inside, stretching her slow and deep as I lick her exactly the way she needs. “So tight,” I groan, my fingers curling, pressing against that spot inside her that makes her sob. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me make you fall apart with my mouth?”
She’s already there, body wound so tight she can barely breathe.
I suck harder, stroke deeper until she’s shaking beneath me, moaning my name, coming so hard I have to hold her still just to keep tasting her.
