“I can’t wait, I need you to fuck me.”
My lips lift into a faint but indulgent smile as I stand. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, before pushing my sweats down my hips and stepping out of them.
Seraphine reaches for me, but I stop her, pinning both of her wrists to her belly. “Not yet.”
She whimpers softly, as desperate for my touch as I am for hers.
I release her and move past her, crawling onto the bed. I prop myself against the headboard, never once breaking eye contact, even as I stroke my hard length.
“Come here,” I say and she obliges. “Closer.” I pat my lap and she straddles me. “Now listen closely, mariposita. I’m not going to fuck you.”
She parts her lips, no doubt to tell me off, but I lean forward and push my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard until she’s rocking her hips, sliding her wet pussy against my rock-hard cock.
“Please,” she pants, “stop teasing me and fuck me.”
I shake my head back and forth, all the while helping her seat herself on my dick. We both groan as she lowers herself all the way down. “I’m not going to fuck you after you tell me we’re having a baby. No. I’m going to make love to you.”
Her lashes flutter as she rolls her hips in a figure-eight motion, damn near driving me wild.
We move together in complete harmony, meeting one another kiss for kiss, touch for touch, and thrust for thrust until we’re both on the brink of release.
But I need more. I’m not ready for this to end.
Pitching up, I roll us over, pressing our hands into the mattress over Seraphine’s head.
Seraphine stretches beneath me, canting her head to grant me access to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulders. I slide my lips over her sweat-slicked skin, murmuring how much I love her between open-mouthed kisses.
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together, allowing me to hit that spot deep inside her.
“Fuck, yes.” I grind against her clit on every downstroke, making her clench around me. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
With a trembling hand, she reaches up and cups my cheek. “Te amo.”
Hearing her confess her love for me in my native language does all kinds of things to me.
“Me siento muy bien cuando estoy contigo—I feel so good when I am with you,” I groan, raising up so I can see the pleasure playing out on her beautiful face.
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, panting hard.
“This is forever—we are forever, mariposita.” I thrust into her, palming her belly with my hands.
“Yes-yes-yes, always.” She lifts her hips, meeting me thrust-for-thrust.
The feeling of her pulsing around me is more than I take. “Come for me,” I murmur, pinching her clit hard enough to send her screaming over the edge, with me right behind her.
It pains me to pull out of Seraphine, but I do. My body instantly misses the heat of hers.
And judging from the small whimper as I roll to lie beside her, she’s mourning the loss of contact, too.
“You good?” I murmur, stroking her hair away from her face.
She blinks. “I was nervous to tell you. Like, really nervous. I wasn’t really…I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest. But it definitely wasn’t jubilant happiness and a few orgasms—not that I’m complaining.”
I can’t help but grin at her stammering reply. “We should celebrate!”
Seraphine rolls to face me. “Pretty sure my thighs are still sticky from our celebration.”
Her unexpected response pulls a laugh from deep within me. “No, let’s go out and celebrate.”
“Really?”
“Sí, mariposita. Get up!” I toss off the covers and spring to my feet.
She grumbles and groans as she hauls herself out of the bed, mumbling under her breath something about a nap. “Sure, where?”
“Anywhere you want to go. Are you craving—wait, too soon for that.” I shake my head. “You’d think I’d remember, but it’s been a long time.”
“Definitely no cravings yet. It’s still really early.”
My gut sinks. “Dios mío! I never even asked how far along you were, the due date, doctors’ appointments, nada!”
“Hey.” Seraphine cups my cheek. “We got a little swept away. It’s okay.”
“So, how far along are you?”
“It’s still really early—I’m only four weeks.”
My gaze dips to her belly, already imagining it swollen. “It’s so crazy to think you have our baby inside of you. What about the doctor?”
“I plan on calling my doctor tomorrow, but Myla Rose says they probably won’t want to see me until I’m eight or so weeks.”
I bolt upright as a sense of urgency races through me. “I want to come to every appointment. Will you let me?”
“Of course—this is your baby, too, Mateo.”
Instantly, relief blankets me. “Thank you.”
“Were you as involved with Desi?”
“No.” Remorse weights my every word. “I was trying to get my shop up and running and did not prioritize the way I should have. I made it to the big appointments and her birth, but that’s it.”