I unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders while he takes care of the cuffs. After he’s shirtless, I work on his pants as he kicks out of his shoes. Teamwork. That’s why we’re a perfect pair.

He pulls me close and my abdomen presses against his. The contact sends chills all over my body. My hair stands on end. I covet the feel of his warm skin against mine. He holds my hips as he lowers his lips to my shoulder and drags a slow kiss up toward my throat. “I want you ninety-nine different ways right now but tell me what’s going to be best for you.”

I don’t really know. My belly wasn’t huge the last time he was on top of me. If we had continued having sex throughout my pregnancy, I’m sure we would’ve adapted our positions as I grew. But we’re going from doing it while I had a near flat stomach to … this. “I don’t know except I can’t tolerate lying flat. It makes me lightheaded.” It’s been so long and I want this to be good for him. “I can get on my stomach—sort of. I mean, I can get on all fours.” I guess I should have just said rear entry—it’s the way he loves it best anyway.

He slides his hand down my cheek. “No, I want to see your beautiful face while I make love to you.” He pats the bed. “Sit here for me.” He reaches up to the head of the bed to grab several pillows and places them behind me. “Lean back on these.”

My feet are on the railing of the bed and I’m in a reclined sitting position. He puts his hands under my thighs and pushes my legs back. “Feel okay?”

I’m already rocking my hips in anticipation. “Yeah.”

His erection is rubbing against me and I anticipate him sliding inside at any moment, but he doesn’t. I wait some more. And he still doesn’t. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes are squeezed shut as if he’s in pain. “I’m psyching myself up so I don’t come two strokes in.”

“Not gonna happen. But if it does, we’ll keep doing it until you get it right.” He opens his eyes to look at me and I wink at him. “Go for it, tiger.”

He eases into me and groans, “Fuck!” He pulls back and then thrusts slowly again, appearing as though he’s savoring the best moment of his life. “I can’t believe how tight you are.” He shakes with a rigor. “My God, it’s sending chills up my spine, it feels so good.” He pushes into me a few more times. “Is this good for you, babe?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

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He moves his hand to where he’s moving in and out of me and strokes the sensitive spot above our union. “You like me thumbing your clit?”

Is he kidding me? “Oh,yeah. Don’t stop.” He circles it fast and hard and then slow and soft. Just at the moment I think he’s going to alternate the strength and speed, he changes motions completely and rubs it back and forth, side to side. He’s stroking me on the outside with his fingers and the inside with his cock at the same time. He thought he would be the one to come fast, but it’s going to be me if he keeps this up. “I’m already getting close.”

He’s moving faster now. “Do it. I want to feel your body quiver and contract around me because you’re coming hard.”

I prop on my elbows because I want to watch Jack Henry moving in and out of me. Seeing what he’s doing and the look on his face jumpstarts the onset of those pre-orgasm sensations that will give life to the quivers low in my groin. I lean back and lift my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Then the first wave comes. “Ohh … Here it comes.” I clench my legs around him tight but he keeps moving when my insides squeeze around him.

“L … ” That’s all he manages to get out and I know it’s because he’s in that place with me. I see it all over his face. Very little sets him off faster than hearing me say that he’s made me come. I think it’s because he loves knowing he’s the only man in this world holding the power to shatter me into a million magnificent pieces.

He gives me a naughty little sideways grin and leans down to kiss one of my bent knees. “That was so fantastic.”

I move the pillows behind me and scoot to the middle of the bed. “Come up here with me.” Since I can’t tolerate lying flat, I turn to my left side and he spoons behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist and rubbing my tummy.

The baby is active, moving all over the place. “I do believe that stirred her up.”

When I look down, I can see the waves of movement under my skin like a restless sea. “I’m going to miss this.”

He pulls me close and kisses the back of my neck. “You won’t because she’ll be in your arms instead.”

Nothing is holding this baby in now. “He or she could come any day.”

“Are you sad you didn’t go into labor today?”

Of course, I am. “Yeah, but mostly because it’s what I’d come to expect. Clip the stitch—a baby drops out. My cervix is incompetent, so why does it decide to suddenly become capable of holding this baby in?”

“I don’t know. You’d need to ask the good doc that question.”

“I am a little sad we aren’t in the hospital having a baby right now, but I’m happy we’re getting this special time together before it comes.”

He snuggles behind me and I know where it’s leading. “I’m glad you feel that way because I’ll be ready to have some more of this special time together in a little while.”

Greedy horn dog.

32

It’s been three weeks since the cerclage was removed, making Laurelyn thirty-nine weeks—seven days from her due date. To say she’s disappointed that we haven’t had a baby is an understatement. She’s beyond miserable, tossing and turning all night because she’s so uncomfortable, and last night was no different. She finally dozed off from exhaustion around three. I did as well. But now it’s barely five and she’s restless again.

“Mmm … ohh …” I hear her moaning as she tosses in bed. That’s a new sound.

“You okay, L?”

“Sss … ” I hear her sucking air through her teeth. “Ooh … ”

I sit up to turn on the lamp and see her lying on her side with her legs pulled into a half-fetal position. “What’s happening, love? Are you in pain?”

She’s covering her face with her hand. “Mmm-hmm. Bad.”

My heart takes off in a sprint to race my stomach up to my throat. “Is it labor pains?”




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