Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Lilibeth.”
My chest rose and fell as my body shook from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Caden joined me and knelt between my legs. His hands caressed from my ankles, over my stomach, and up to my breasts. I arched my back and cried out when he squeezed them. The way my body reacted to this man was crazy. I was certain some of it was from the pregnancy, but memories of our time together quickly came back to me.
Caden kissed the top of each breast before softly kissing me. “Do you want me to make love to you? Or fuck you?”
My breathing increased once again as my eyes met his. Could I say it?
Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths, then opened them. “Fuck me.”
He grinned. “Roll over and get on your hands and knees.” Doing as he asked, I jumped slightly when he put his hands on my waist. “I’m going to start slow; I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nodded, then dropped my head. When he didn’t move, I pushed back against him.
“Patience, baby. Let me make sure you’re still wet.”
“I’m wet!” I cried. “Trust me.”
He laughed, then slipped his fingers inside of me, slowly pumping in and out. It was driving me mad.
He pulled them out. “Taste yourself, Lili.”
I opened my lips, and he gently pushed his fingers inside my mouth. I sucked them, causing him to moan and kiss my lower back.
Withdrawing his fingers, he positioned his hard dick at my entrance. I tried not to push back, but I couldn’t help myself. The feel of him slipping inside of me was glorious. He was hard and thick, and the stretch in my body caused me to moan.
Caden instantly stopped.
“No! Don’t stop!”
As promised, he moved slowly at first.
“Caden, go faster. Harder!”
“I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
If I wasn’t already in love with him, that would have tipped me over the edge.
“You’re not going to hurt either of us.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he quickened his pace. I found the rhythm and pushed back each time he plunged forward. Soon, Caden was moving fast and hard.
“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, as I felt the buildup once again.
“Lilibeth…it’s been since Christmas…I’m not sure how long I can keep going!” he panted, as he slowed slightly.
“I’m so close! Please don’t stop!”
He tightened his grip, this time thrusting even harder. After a few minutes, his hand found its way to my clit—and one small touch had me crying out in pleasure. It wasn’t long after that Caden found his own release.
Slowing his movements, he leaned over me to catch his breath, kissing my back.
“Don’t move,” he said eventually. “Let me get a washcloth.”
I drew in a breath as he got off the bed. My arms were weak, along with my legs. I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling. I hadn’t felt this satisfied in weeks.
Caden appeared with a washcloth that he used to gently clean me off. He tossed it to the floor, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over us.
“You don’t have to go back to work?”
Kissing my forehead, he replied, “The only place I want to be is right here. With you.”
We lay in silence for a few minutes, until I rolled over and looked at him. “Now that you know it’s a girl, are you still going to draw up your idea for the nursery?”
He smiled. “I already drew it up.”
Surprised, I asked, “You did?”
“I did.”
“I want to see it.”
Laughing, he looked at me. “Right now?”
Pushing against his arm, I replied, “Yes! Right now!”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Your wish is my command.”
Pushing the covers off, he got out of bed and walked across the room. I smiled as I took in his perfect ass. Biting my lip, I couldn’t believe that man had just been inside of me. Doing naughty, wonderful things to my body with his mouth. He’d been my first…and every part of me wanted him to be my last.
Caden pulled open a dresser drawer and grabbed something. It was a sketchbook. He came back to the bed and handed it to me, then adjusted his pillows and sat back against the headboard. I did the same after he took the book back.
He opened the book—and my eyes went wide at what I saw.
“Caden…are these your house?”
They were drawings of rooms. Rooms that were in this very house. He smiled, his gaze on the pages. “Yeah. I started drawing them when I was like twenty-two. I had an idea of how I wanted my house to look, so I used this book to draw them out.”
I stared at a drawing of the kitchen. “This is incredible. You could be an architect.”
He laughed. “Hardly.” Quickly flipping through the pages, he stopped and turned the book so I could see.