Just as he asked, the timer sounded.
It was time.
They moved over to the counter where the tests were waiting for them. He stood behind her and wrapped a supportive arm around her and allowed her to feel him behind her. She reached out and began turning them over.
One test.
Then the second.
Third.
Then the fourth.
All of them read the same result.
Positive.
Her hand flew to her mouth. He gripped her waist. For a minute, neither of them breathed. Then she let out a squeaky gasp, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
“We’re pregnant,” she whispered. “Oh my God. Vic, we’re?—”
She turned, and he crushed her against him, burying his face into her shoulder. He shook with relief, joy, and disbelief. She began to cry. He held on to her, his eyes burning slightly. He didn’t want to let her go. This was the mother of not one, but now two of his children.
He lifted her face and kissed her. Slow and deep, tasting her tears and feeling the happiness radiate off her.
The kiss quickly turned hungry.
They stumbled back into the bedroom. They tore each other’s clothes off until they were naked and fell into the bed. There was something about this time that was different. There was a red-hot need for this woman. He landed on top of her. He didn’t want to rush, but this first time, he needed to be inside her now.
His rough day melted away. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her softness reminded him that there was something else waiting on him beside the harshness of the world. He trailed heated kisses over her body, bathing her nipples with his tongue. Her moan filled the air and drove the fire inside him.
He wanted to worship this woman.
He nipped and suckled her breasts, and she writhed on the bed underneath him. Her fingers were buried in his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He continued on his journey, kissing and licking every inch of her body. When he arrived at her belly, he ensured that he kissed every single stretch mark on her skin.
Proof that she’d carried his firstborn.
He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled her warm scent. He’d planted another baby inside her. Soon, he’d see her belly rounded. Be able to touch and caress it. Do all of the things he hadn’t done before. Another kiss, then he continued until he made it to his destination. She spread her legs and welcomed him to her center.
One lick of her and he was lost. He devoured thiswoman whose taste was addictive. Her body shook as he teased her. He slid his tongue through her slit, gathering all of her cream that escaped from her. He latched on to her clit, and she cried out.
“Vic!” she gasped.
Her hips undulated. He pushed one finger inside her slick channel. He loved hearing his name falling from her tongue. He continued on, wanting her to fall apart. He introduced a second finger and fucked her with them slowly.
Her gasps and moans filled the air. The grip on his hair was tight and slightly painful, but he ignored it. Her hips rose and fell, meeting the demand of his fingers. It didn’t take long before she was reaching her peak.
Again, it was his name being called out. Her legs trembled, his hand was drenched in her release, but he continued his assault on her clit. Her body jerked with each tug and pull on the sensitive flesh. He withdrew his fingers and gave her pussy one last long lick and shuddered. He would never get enough of her.
He crawled over her. She was a beautiful sight. Her tawny skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her chests rising and falling fast, her hair once perfect, now a mess.
This woman was his.
He lined up his cock to her entrance and surged inside her. Their audible groans echoed together. This was not going to be sweet and easy.
No.
He needed to show her how much he wanted her.