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“It’s too hot for clothes,” she moaned.

“That’s fine by me,” I said.

Becca rolled her eyes, “Of course it is.” She stood nude, peering out into the woods. She looked ethereal. The moonlight accentuated her curves. She was a celestial body. Her hair flowed down her back like starlight.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, cradling her belly and reveling in her beauty. She looked like a painting. I kissed the space where her neck met her shoulder, and she groaned.

“Lay down with me,” I whispered, gesturing toward the bed. I’d stripped down to my boxer shorts. My boner was already tenting my boxers, pressing against her gorgeous ass. She ground against my boner in response, and I felt myself get even harder.

Becca grinned mischievously when she saw it. She turned toward me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, “You know, I’ve been thinking. This is the last time we’ll be alone in a long time,” she said, looking out at the forest.

“True.” I grabbed Becca’s hand and dragged her toward the bed, laying down and taking her down with me. She giggled and kissed my neck as she straddled me.

I captured her lips in a fierce kiss. I braided my fingers through her hair and pulled her close. I kissed the soft skin of her neck, before I bit and sucked. She purred in pleasure.

“You’ll give me a hickey!”

“And that’s a bad thing?” I asked. In response, she kissed my neck and grazed the skin with her teeth. I chucked. Soon, she was laughing too.

Her belly got in the way before reaching down to peel off my boxers.

She slipped her tongue into my mouth as her hand wandered down to work my cock. She gripped the shaft and moved upward in long strokes. I felt myself stiffen even more at her delicate touch. It took everything in me not to explode right there. She was so beautiful. She grinned as she saw the small dots of pre-cum dotting the head, she used those to massage my cock as she slipped her tongue behind my teeth.

“It’s nice to know I can still get you hard,” she murmured. I paused.

“Becca, you’re the most beautiful person I know. You’re like the goddess of the woods.” I sucked in air between my teeth as she continued to tease me.

“Goddess, huh?” she asked coyly flicking my cock. She cupped my balls and I groaned.

There was a skylight in our room. We could see a dusting of stars in the sky above. Moonlight streamed in through the massive window. I teased open Becca’s glistening entrance with my fingers and stroked her swollen, wet clit, matching the rhythm she established with her strokes. Becca whimpered, what was quickly becoming my favorite sound.

“Goddess,” I affirmed.

“Sebastian,” she panted. “I want you.”

I gripped her hips with my hands, and she lifted her hips as I slowly entered her. I knew it was still safe for us to have sex while she was pregnant, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I knew she’d been getting progressively more uncomfortable on her back. I wanted this to be enjoyable for both of us.

I felt her tighten around me; she whimpered again as she bared down on my cock, scratching my shoulders. The headboard started to shake as we established the rhythm of our thrusts. I took her slowly and delicately. I wanted to savor every moment between us. Becca’s cheeks pinked with exertion as she bared down again, whimpering as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I let myself go as I watched her come, sucking on one of her luscious breasts.

Tonight, it was just us.

Chapter 20

Becca

Becca

Ourweekendatthecabin managed to soothe any of my remaining wedding nerves. Even though my wedding was less than a week and a half away, I was confident that Sebastian and I would have a great time, even if I had to dodge my parent’s insults and wrestle my way into the dress.

The shrug had expanded into more of a shawl. The zipper refused to budge even an inch, so the dress was almost entirely backless.

Jasmine pinned the sides so the zipper wouldn’t be flapping around, and she reinforced the original buttons.

It was far from perfect, but after several test laps around the bridal shop, we determined it would survive the ceremony. Though my family wasn’t religious, my mother insisted Sebastian and I get married at a one-hundred-year-old church on the edge of the beach.

I acquiesced because it was beautiful, with a weathered painted exterior and a stunning ocean view. When Sebastian suggested a beach wedding, my mother looked at him like he suggested we turn the reception into an orgy, but it was still nice to know that we would be near the water.

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