I laid her on the couch and knelt between her legs. I pushed the gown to her stomach and inhaled the clean scent through her panties.
I peeled them over her legs and off her ankles. I growled as my fingers pried her slit wide. Kenley whimpered when I spread her legs so I could feast on her pussy. I drew a long lick from her ass to her clit. She bucked from the cushions before pushing herself forward, offering me the sweetest delicacy.
I thrust my tongue inside her entrance, keeping her folds open. Her clit was hard. I flicked it when I heard her begin to pant with urgent need.
“Oh, Nic.”
“I need to hear you, baby,” I groaned.
She tried to press her knees together, but I held them down as she purred with pleasure. She was fucking exotic. She propped up on her elbows and watched me suck and lick with abandon.
“I’m going to come,” she whimpered. “Oh shit.” Her head fell back and I pumped my tongue with more energy until I felt her clamp against it with the full power of her climax.
Her eyes opened and she grinned. I slid my pants down and freed my aching cock. I climbed on the couch, pushing my cock to her entrance. I was inside her with a sudden thrust.
“Oh fuck.” She was my home. My north. My everything. I belonged inside her pussy. I knew it the instant I felt her walls surround my dick, guiding me, leading me, loving me.
The wind kicked up a corner of the canvas and her eyes widened. But I kissed her and she forgot we were on the deck. That the only thing separating us from the rest of the world was a curtain. I rocked into her, taking one ankle to my shoulder.
“Oh God, Nic,” she purred.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers over the satin nightie. She groaned at the friction. Her eyes were full of fire and adoration. There was something carnal there that tore at my chest. She was mine. My dirty perfect girl. The woman I loved. The woman I wanted to give my baby.
My spine tingled with a wash of heat as my balls slapped at her, my cock driving deeper. Another thrust. Another fuck. And I was gone.
She cried out, and I pierced inside her heat, filling her with my come. It was primitive and animalistic but I wanted my baby inside her. Growing strong and healthy. The more I thought about it, the more my cock erupted, claiming her. I’d never wanted something like I wanted this.
Her pants turned to sighs of satisfaction. She ran her nails over my biceps and I shivered. The sweat rolled down my chest.
“There aren’t words for what you do to m.” I pulled out and sat next to her. She curled her knees to her chest.
Her eyes lifted to mine. “I want to keep it inside me a little longer,” she explained.
I exhaled. “Do you have any idea how hot that is?”
She shook her head. “It’s how much I want your baby. A brother or sister for Adaline,” she whispered. The tiny sliver of a strap slid from her shoulder and her nipple was exposed to the salty beach air.
Had she ever looked more like a goddess than she did right now? Her cheeks were flush. Her skin dewy. Her hair cascaded on the cushions. Her pussy swollen and full of my seed. And her tits were hard like perfect peaks.
I’d never felt connected to a woman like I did to her. I had loved Sophia in my own way. But it wasn’t the kind of love that lasted. It wasn’t the kind of love that could endure. I either didn’t have the patience for it back then, or she just wasn’t the right woman.
I didn’t care what it was, as long as I learned whatever lesson I screwed up with her so I could always be there for Kenley. So that I could be the man she deserved. Be the man she needed. She had given me something so pure and special. And I wasn’t fucking this love up.
36
Kenley
We had been in Charleston for three weeks. Nic and Sophia were at an impasse. We saw Adaline every day, but when he and Sophia were together, they couldn’t agree on where to raise the small princess.
We had settled into a routine at the beach estate. I had eased into my role as quasi-step-mother. Sophia didn’t seem as concerned with me as she did with the possibility Nic would try to take Adaline to Galona.
We had car seats installed. I had bought an entire nursey set of furniture as well as strollers and toys. The pool was secure and we had childproofed the entire mansion. Adaline ran around the beach house as if she had grown up under its roof.
Nic was a natural with her. They read books and chased seagulls on the beach. He taught her how to blow bubbles in the pool and even got her to jump in the shallow end.
I loved the city. My favorite place to go was the market. If I went early enough in the morning it wasn’t as hot. It gave Nic and Adaline time together while I shopped. It had been so long since I could do something so normal as shop. I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed it.
There were those occasions when I would drop Adaline off at the end of the day that Sophia and I would talk. We were never going to be close like Ayla and I were, but there was a commonality we shared. We both knew Nic only the way a woman who had loved him could, and we both wanted what was best for Adaline.