Page 11 of A Secret Baby for Christmas
Tears spill out of her eyes, and I brush them away with my thumb.
“Baby, don’t cry. I’m here now. I’m here for you.”
I tighten my grip on her, not ever wanting to let her go. She sinks into my shoulder, and her breasts rub against my chest.
“I’m here, Chloe, and I’ll look after you now.”
She lets out a long sigh. “But that’s impossible. What about Allie?”
I put my finger to her plump lips. “No more talking. We’ll figure it out.”
Then I kiss her. I kiss my woman for the first time in one long year, and it feels heavenly.
My hand moves over her neck, caressing her skin. She leans into me, her head tilted up. I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, and now she’s here in front of me.
Chloe seduced me once before. But tonight I’m the one who’s taking control. I’m taking what I need from her, because I need her. One long year has shown me that.
My hands run over her breasts, and she takes a sharp intake of breath.
“They’re sensitive.”
It’s a damn shame because they look fucking amazing and I want to play, but they’re also full of milk for our son and I respect that.
“I’ll be gentle.”
I skip her breasts and slide my hand down her torso, feeling every new curve as I kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear. She whimpers at my touch.
“Have you been with anyone else, Chloe?”
She shakes her head. “No. Only you.”
I took her cherry a year ago, and she saved her pussy for me. “Good girl, Chloe.”
She smiles at the praise and kisses me hungrily. Her leg hooks over mine, but I push her back.
That’s not how we’re doing this this time. I’m in control, and I’m taking my time and giving her exactly what she needs.
I roll her onto the couch and tug at her stretchy maternity leggings. Her stomach is still round from the pregnancy and I get on my knees and worship it, kissing every stretch mark, ever battle scar she got from having our son. Letting her know how much I appreciate her.
I tug the leggings down her ankles and pull her panties off. She gasps as the cool air hits her pussy, but I don’t give her time to get cold.
My mouth creeps up her thighs, kissing the soft skin gently. The scent of her arousal stirs me, making my dick rock hard. But I want to take care of her first.
She reaches for me, but I press her hands back onto the couch as I pull her hips toward me.
“Sit back and enjoy this like a good girl.” She gasps at the praise, and that makes me smile. My girl’s got daddy issues. She never got approval from her dad, and now I’ll be the one to give that to her.
My fingers caress her soft folds, and she whimpers.
“Are you still sensitive down here?”
She shakes her head. “I’m all healed.”
“Good.”
My palm rubs against her mound, pressing against her curly hair.
“You tell me if it gets to be too much, baby.”
