Page 78 of Auctioned Mate

“Would it help if I told you about how I feel?”

I stared at him for a second. Men in movies and books spoke like that. He must have been absorbing a ton of pop culture lately because his manners were starting to get pristine and fantastical—though I guessed he’d always been like that even before we met.

I smiled. “I think that would help, yeah.”

Pale honey faded to a rusty clear yellow in his irises. That happened sometimes when he was feeling doubt. It was assuring and alarming to know what he was feeling without him saying so. But I always liked it when he was honest with me.

He sighed. “I feel like a stranger in this realm.”

I cupped his face, intuitively knowing that exact feeling. “You don’t have to be a stranger with me.”

A sense of understanding solidified between us. Never would I need to question his motives or intentions. He wore them on his sleeves. He’d proved that to me a thousand times by now, and I knew he would keep doing it if it meant that it would ease my worry.

The fact that he’d keep doing it without me asking was even better. Nobody treated me like Juriah, and I liked that his connection to me was so unique. It meant we would never leave each other.

Juriah smiled warmly. “You don’t have to be a stranger either.” He rested his hand on my belly. “Neither of you.”

Warmth radiated through his fingers. Arousal came swift, sending tingling sensations through my core and tickling my center. My belly did backflips. Was that the baby or the butterflies? It could have been both for all I cared. And both would have been fine.

“I love you, Juriah,” I whispered. “I promise I’ll always love you.”

“And I love you.”

He smeared my mouth with a kiss so wonderful that it left me breathless. I scooted into his lap and straddled him, awakening the kind of love I’d always thought would only exist in movies and books. Every time our kiss lapsed, I drew him closer, trying hard to avoid crushing my belly and failing a few times.

While chuckling, he eased my dress over my knees. He held my lower back to steady me as he teased the front of my panties. Fluid soaked the fabric as I nudged toward him. Desire stole my focus as he skirted beneath the band and stroked my slit, taking away whatever control I might have had left.

Flames burst within me as he tugged my panties off. I heard the fabric snap, but I didn’t even mind it, knowing that I could replace them. Much like I could replace most items in our home.

Except for Juriah. I would never replace him or our growing family.

While he plunged a finger into my entrance, I traced the front of his pants, outlining his cock for me to remember by muscle memory. I could practically taste him on my lips. It had been a while since we had done anything together, given how busy our lives had gotten, and I was happy to have him all to myself.

For as long as I could manage, I would try to keep it that way.

My head lolled back as he stroked my clit with his thumb. Arousal gushed around his finger, slicking his entry to make his movements faster. My hips bucked in time with him as he burrowed beneath the blouse of my dress, lapping eagerly at my hardened nipple.

Soft sighs drifted from my lips as he lapped generously at my sensitive nub. He synced his massage with his slurps, drawing out a long orgasm that caught me by surprise. I gripped the back of his head to keep him in place, rolling my hips whenever he tried to pull his fingers away.

I was addicted to him, and I never wanted to quit. He was luxury at its finest, a man committed to service and pleasure. He was a catch whom I was lucky to call mine, and who eagerly called me his. If this had happened any sooner, I would have thought it was a dream.

He eased me back on the bed. “Let me breathe, princess.”

“Sorry, it’s just…”

He silenced me with a kiss.

That was rude, but a welcome change that made me part my legs. As he positioned himself between my thighs, I hiked my dress up over my head, tossing it away from us. He threw his clothes aside and ran his hands along my busty breasts, my voluptuous curves, my gorgeous thighs.

None of these had ever been more than assets. But to Juriah, they were glorious parts of my body that he worshiped. He kneaded my flesh, massaging me generously as he eased his cock over my slit. A few sweeping strokes sent me into a shivering fit, causing me to lose control of myself all over again.

With him, there was no need to cling to control. I could let myself go and enjoy every minute of the ride. I could lie on my stomach or my back. He never tried to turn off the lights, and actually preferred to make love with them on so he could see everything.

He bent toward me with a sly grin as he inched inside my entrance. “That’s it. Keep breathing.”

I mumbled incoherently while focusing on the pressure of his girth opening me up.

“Very good,” he praised. “You’re such a good girl.”

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