Harlem sucked in a breath as he captured her breasts in his hands. Carter kneaded and squeezed them, careful not to be too rough. He’d heard that pregnant women’s breasts were sensitive. Harlem’s nipples hardened and pebbled underneath his touch.
Carter drew a taut nipple into his mouth and sucked. Harlem arched her back and pulled him towards her as she dug her fingers into his hair. Her bra was soaked. Harlem had no idea when Carter removed it. He had her head swimming. She’d never had a man make her sex pulse just by loving on her breasts–until now.
Carter had dreamed of this moment too many nights to count, but nothing could compare to the reality of having Harlem in his arms. Carter meant what he said about kissing every part of her. He began the slow and tasty journey down her beautiful body.
As Carter started his descent, Harlem began to feel a bit self-conscious about her body. It had changed over the past couple of months. Harlem knew what Carter was used to, and the pregnancy had transformed her body over the past couple of months. Nervously, she opened her eyes. She lifted her head from off the sofa to stare down at him.
Harlem was breathless. “C-Carter? Wait–”
He immediately froze and looked up at her. God, please don’t ask me to stop. He would if she asked him, but he sure as hell hoped that wasn’t the case. His voice was raspy. “You want me to stop?”
Harlem lifted up on her elbows. “No. It’s just . . . I don’t know what you’re expecting, but my body is probably not what you’re used to.”
Relief swept through his entire being, and a slow grin spread across his face. “You.” He placed a hot kiss just underneath her breasts then looked up into her eyes. “Are.” He placed another kiss on the space above her navel. “Perfect.” Carter moved lower and pressed his lips against her burgeoning baby bump. He glanced up into her beautiful almond-shaped eyes and held her gaze to prove that he meant every word. The second he saw her lips curl up into a small grin, Carter proceeded to pull her yoga pants down and off the sexiest pair of legs he’d ever seen. “You’re carrying life. One I helped to create, and you’ve never been more beautiful.”
Harlem did believe him. Even if he hadn’t said the words, the sincere desire in his eyes would have convinced her.
“We clear?” He asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, let me get back to work.” Carter placed his hands underneath the back of Harlem’s knees and lifted them. Seconds later, Harlem felt his lips touch her core.
“Mmm . . .” She moaned as her head fell backward.
His tongue game was strong. Carter parted her swollen pussy lips with his tongue and began to glide it up and down her folds. They were long, slow, and firm licks.
The wet sound of him devouring her caused the muscles in Harlem’s body to contract. Her hands clenched in ecstasy. When Carter took her little pearl inside his mouth and sucked on it, Harlem almost came out of her body. She thrashed her head from side to side while he greedily ate as if she were a ripe piece of fruit. Carter flattened his tongue and licked in between her folds getting close to her opening but not thrusting into it.
Carter felt intoxicated by her taste. The scent of her sex was going to drive him over the edge before he had a chance to get inside of her. He was so aroused at just the thought that he stroked himself, hoping to ease the throbbing ache. For the moment, his only job was to give her pleasure.
He removed his clothes without ever breaking stride from making love to her with his mouth. He loved the sounds she made. The moans and the little mewling thing she did, let Carter know that he was on the right track.
“Carter . . . I need–” Harlem’s body was on fire. She ached for him and knew without a doubt that Carter could give her the relief that she needed.
That was his cue. He climbed up Harlem’s body and settled himself between her thighs.
There was a sheen of sweat covering them. Harlem caressed his back and brought her knees up the side of Carter’s legs to his waist as he positioned himself at her opening. He took himself in his hand and slid his cock up and down her fleshy folds.
Harlem whimpered and bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Carter hovered over her. He caged her head in-between his arms. “Open your eyes.”
She did as asked, and her lids fluttered open.
“I’m about to make you mine, and I want to see your expression.”
Harlem realized that she wanted to be his.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Carter began to enter her.
Harlem sucked in a breath as she felt Carter join their bodies. She moved her hands to his forearms to hold on and dug her nails into them.
It had been a while since she’d made love, and Harlem was tight. He stretched her opening, and it was the best balance of pain-pleasure.
Carter studied her every expression. He didn’t want to miss a thing. In the past, he was never emotionally involved when being with a woman. But, it was different with her. Carter wanted to see everything that gave her the tiniest bit of pleasure.
Harlem found it difficult to maintain eye contact. He felt so good.
Once Carter was fully seated inside, his lips came crashing down on hers. She could still taste
