Chapters (40)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Preview of Pour Judgment
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Novels by Heather M. Orgeron
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
I reach up and finger the ends of the hair dangling in front of his face. “Looking forward to it.”
He rubs the crown of his dick through my slit, coating it in my arousal. I can feel his body tensing as he looms above me. He’s at my entrance, a thrust away from entering me, when he blows out a frustrated sigh. His face instantly morphs from ravenous to pained.
“What’s wrong?”
“What about the baby?” he asks, his concern making me love him all the more, even if he is a bit of an idiot. “I don’t wanna do anything that might hurt him.”
“She’s tucked away nice and safe in my uterus,” I answer, flipping us over to switch our positions. “Even one as gifted as you, can’t reach her,” I say, grinding down on his impressive erection.
“You’re sure?”
“Are we really going to stop now for an anatomy lesson?” I glide my pussy back and forth along his length, teasing him to distraction.
Lyle’s head lolls back, and the sexiest little moans fill my ears as he grips my hips in both hands, guiding me to set the tempo. “Won’t last long.” His hoarse confession serves as an unnecessary apology.
“That’s okay.” I rise up on my knees, shifting until he’s seated at my entrance. “I’ve already gotten off twice.”
“Thrice,” he counters, reaching to palm my tits. “You were done when I removed those clamps.”
“Fine.” I grunt as my body stretches to accommodate for his size when I begin to sink down on his cock. “Two and a half.” My words are sharp and breathy. I’m quickly losing my wits.
Nothing could have prepared me for the depth of emotion this moment brings. This is the culmination of years of yearning. Of longing looks and aching hearts.
“Welcome home,” I whisper, fighting the urge to burst into tears. Never have I felt so at peace in all my life. It’s the calm and the storm all at once, like our souls are in a state of utter tranquility while our bodies are on fire.
“Jesus… Fuck.” His jaw clenches as he jerks upward, sheathing himself completely inside me. “You feel incredible.”
I flatten my hands on his chest, slowly rolling my hips to get used to the fullness. To catch my breath. Because just being with him here like this has me winded. I need to move, but also just want to stay connected to this man like this for the rest of eternity.
His hands lift to cradle my face. “You are so beautiful.” Lyle pulls me toward him while lifting his head to meet me for a kiss. “You feel it too, right?” His lips tremble against mine. “This energy?”
“Yes.” I nod, as I slowly begin to slide up and down his erection. “I’m trembling.”