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My fingers gripped the towel tighter as Luke’s lips moved against mine, hungry yet careful, like he was afraid I might break. But I wasn’t fragile, not with him.
His hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed, pressing me against the solid heat of him. The soft cotton of his towel brushed against my thighs, and I shivered despite the warmth between us.
“I missed this,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough and breathless. His hands skimmed over my hips, his touch reverent, like he was memorizing every curve.
My palms flattened against his chest, and I felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my fingers. “You’re here now,” I whispered, the words meaning as much for me as for him. That’s all that matters.”
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m not going anywhere, Jess,” he said, his voice steady, but his eyes betrayed him, shadowed with the weight of promises he wasn’t sure he could keep..
I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing over the stubble along his jaw. “You don’t have to say it,” I said softly.
Luke’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze searching mine like he was trying to decide if he deserved this if he deserved me.
The silence stretched, heavy and electric, until he broke it with a slow exhale.
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I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pressed my lips to his again. This kiss was different–slower, deeper, as if we were both trying to hold onto this moment to make it last.
Luke’s hands trailed down to my arms until he was bracing himself on the bed and hovering above me. My hands found the towel, and I swallowed, pulling it apart and letting it drop to the floor.
“Jess… you are… Can we?” I watched him struggle with how to ask if I could have sex while I was pregnant, and I wanted to laugh at him. “Babe. I’m almost 30 weeks pregnant, not injured. Come here.” I whispered, pulling his hips forward and forcing him to step closer between my thighs.
I looked up at Luke and saw that there were his green eyes, fire but also uncertain. I grinned at him and let my hands glide over his powerful thighs before having them come together at the base of his cock. I paused there, watching him, enjoying how his body responded, how his cock twitched in anticipation and the smallest of beads formed at his tip.
“You shouldn’t… I should be the one…” Luke started to say, but I silenced him by gripping his base and gliding my palm over his shaft, slowly, methodically, letting my other palm craze his balls. He immediately shut his mouth and clenched his jaw. His hands balled into fists before he spread them and linked his finger, raising his hand behind his head and groaning. “Fuck. Fuck. Jess.”
His voice sounded so guttur
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Using my right hand, I tilted Luke’s cock up from the base and leaned in, licking him from base to tip – tasting that salty pre–cum. Before he could respond, I followed up by wrapping my lips around his head and hollowing my cheek. My tongue lingered at the bottom of his head, right where I knew he was the most sensitive, and the response was magnificent. Luke jerked and moaned and cursed but stayed there, completely at my mercy.
Breathing through my nose, I let him slide all the way into my mouth. until he hit the back of my throat, slowly over and over, but he was too big to fit in all the way to my right hand. He had to fill the gap and move in sync with my mouth. My left hand gripped his thigh, making sure he stayed in one place while I bobbed and sucked his cock until I felt him grow even bigger. I could hear his breathing become shallow, but I kept a steady, slow rhythm.
“Jess….I… Fuck.” Luke hissed, and I knew it was time to speed up my pace. Turning my head slightly, I moved my head up and down faster, this time, letting Luke hit my cheek while I pumped his shaft in unison until Luke growled. I held him to me, letting him spill himself down my throat, and I enjoyed tasting every single drop.
