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doing?
He was talking to the baby, she realized. She lay still, not wanting to do
anything to disturb him. It was the first time he'd displayed any real
interest in the child within her. Against her will, moisture built up in her
eyes. He really did care&
He stayed that way for several minutes, whispering and rubbing her stomach.
Then he moved back up the length of her body. He kissed her mouth gently and
pulled her body against his. She started to speak, to tell him how much it
meant that he wanted to communicate with their child. He cut her off, lifting
one finger and pressing it against her lips.
"Shhhhhhhh& "
His mouth grazed her chin, smoothing kisses along her jaw and cheek. He kissed
her eyelids, her forehead, her ears each touch soft and light as a whisper of
silken fabric. A shiver of sensation wafted
through her. How she loved his touch!
His body was warm and naked against hers beneath the covers, bare flesh
pressed to bare flesh.
There was a special kind of heat to him, one that called her body in a way
that no other source of warmth ever could. She stretched, enjoying the slide
of her skin against his. Every hair on his legs, the calluses on his fingers,
told the story of their time together. She could remember the first time she'd
touched him like this; the excitement she'd felt when she'd seen his body on
the floor in the mining complex.
Everything about him was precious to her.
She shifted, rolling into his body and raising one knee to hook his leg with
hers. His thigh slipped between hers, and she could feel the rise of his
erection against her side.
She ran one hand down his back, feeling the taught muscles of his shoulders as
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they tapered down to his lean hips. His butt was tight and firm in her grasp.
She could feel his strength everywhere she touched him. She trailed her
hand back up again, raking him lightly with her nails, reveling in the power
she held over him. With that one gesture he stilled, every nerve strung tight
in anticipation of her next move.
She froze for several heartbeats, stopping time for a moment. Then she pushed
him back, pressing him to one side. He followed her unspoken directions,
rolling on to his back.
He laid back his head, closing his eyes.
It seemed a signal of submission to her, as if he were giving himself to her
this time. He put his faith in her, his pleasure in her hands. He trusted her.
She took a deep breath, then sat up beside him. She reached out with both
hands, gripping each of his shoulders with firm fingers. She squeezed, hoping
to ease some of his tension by massaging him.
Letting go in any way was a big step for him and she would do whatever she
could to make it easier.
After several minutes of working his shoulders she allowed herself to
move lower. Each of his nipples stood taught as she rubbed the strong,
smooth muscles beneath them. Squeeze and release.
Squeeze and release. The rhythm mirrored another rhythm, that of their bodies
moving together in sex.
She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax into the comfort of the motion.
How many times had they moved together like this? Sometimes it was passion,
sometimes comfort. At least once in grief.
Now she tried to infuse each touch with the love and need she felt for him,
the unity that had come between them in the conception of this child. They
were bound together with ties that could never be broken, ties that made them
stronger and better. They were more than the sum of their parts.
His flesh grew warm beneath her hands and she felt some of his tension
draining away. He looked less tense, too. He had draped one arm up and over
his head, his breathing was slow and steady. Even his erection looked less
urgent. He was still hard, but without the tightness that she associated with
his greatness need. He was content in the moment.
She moved her hands lower, rubbing his upper stomach.
A new tension was building in him now. His muscles were tightening back up. He
threw one arm over his eyes, and allowed other hand to grip the sheet. She
continued her slow, steady motions and the skin of his fingers grew white with
tension. His stomach muscles hardened with every touch, then he gasped.
"I can't take too much more of this."
She laughed, bracing her hands against his chest and swinging one leg over
him.
"I'll be the judge of how much you take," she said lightly. He grunted.
She positioned herself so that the head of his erect penis just brushed her
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