The sun angling through the windows woke me the following morning. As my consciousness filtered in, I felt relaxed and downright amazing. Oh, and I was rock hard and ready. With Susannah’s warm, soft body curled up against mine, I supposed that was all but a given.

Last night, we had pizza and then lounged on the couch. I discovered she didn’t care much for television, but could easily get sucked into sci-fi in a hot minute. Just thinking about that, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

My hands had a mind of their own. I’d conveniently woken with one of her breasts cupped in my palm. Savoring its lush weight, I brushed my thumb across her nipple, gratified when it puckered tight under my touch. I let my fingers drift across to tease her other nipple, my cock hardening further with every moment I allowed myself to explore her body.

Though she’d relaxed somewhat when we were watching television, I’d sensed she was guarded last night. In fact, I didn’t know if I would’ve been sleeping with her here in my arms if it hadn’t been for the fact that she’d fallen asleep on the couch. I’d glanced down to see her sound asleep, her feet tucked up under her hips and her head resting against my shoulder.

Without thinking about it, I’d lifted her up and carried her to bed. After stripping her down to her T-shirt and underwear, I’d climbed in bed with her, promising myself I wasn’t staying to have sex. My intentions had been pure last night, but this morning was something else. She was too close and her body was too tempting with her musky scent drifting around me.

With her lush bottom pressed into my cock, it didn’t matter that there were two layers of fabric between us. As I teased her nipples, she shifted in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips. I couldn’t resist. I had to taste her. With my free hand, I brushed her hair away from her cheek and dipped my head, dusting kisses along the soft skin of her neck.

Her legs shifted, and she started to roll towards me. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to wake up because I was worried she’d start thinking. Shoving that worry away, I focused on sensation. She tasted so good, sweet and salty. I lightly pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, almost growling in satisfaction when she arched into my palm.

“Ward,” she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.

“Mmm, hmm?”

Another moan escaped when I thumbed her nipple again. She rolled towards me, her eyes opening, blue and hazy from sleep with the desire in them obvious. She cleared her throat, her lips parting and her tongue swiping across the bottom. If she meant to say something, she didn’t. She lifted her hand, cupping my cheek and tracing her thumb along my jaw.

Moving on instinct, I shifted so she could roll onto her back and then dipped my head and fit my lips over hers. Fuck me. I could’ve kissed her for days. The moment our tongues tangled, our kiss went wild—wet, rough, and needy.

I shoved her T-shirt up, dragging it over her head, only tearing my lips away long enough to get her bare underneath me. Groaning at the feel of her silky skin against mine, warm from sleep, I finally broke free of our kiss, blazing a wet path down her neck and into the valley between her breasts. Cupping them both, I laved my tongue over one and then the other, savoring her soft cries and the flex of her body into mine.

Mapping my way down, dropping kisses all over her soft belly, I knew exactly where I meant to bury my mouth next. But she shifted up onto her elbows, nudging me away. I forgot how strong she was. I certainly forgot how quick she was. In a matter of seconds, she had me flat on my back and was straddling me.

Glancing up, my mouth went dry, my heart hammering hard and fast. Susannah was fucking glorious, her strawberry blonde hair catching glints of gold from the sun through the windows, her full breasts with her nipples dusky pink and taut, damp from my attentions. Freckles were scattered here and there on her body, and I loved them, every single one. They were constellations, just hers, and I wanted to map every inch of her, kiss every freckle.

She rolled her hips over my cock, the thin fabric of her panties over my briefs creating a subtle abrasion. My cock throbbed with need. I gripped her hips, but she shook my hands loose, rocking back and catching the waistband of my briefs on her way. She dusted her lips across my chest and over my abdomen, my muscles rippling under her touch. In no time, she freed my cock and shoved my briefs down to my ankles.

Kicking them loose under the sheet, I fell against the pillows. Adjusting them under my head, I looked down. Her hair was a tangle around her face, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from our kisses. Her wide blue eyes caught mine, flashing dark. Her mouth hitched at the corner with a grin as her tongue darted out and she caught a drop of pre-cum running down the length of my cock.

The sight of her, so fucking hot, sent another jolt of need through me and another drop of cum rolling down my shaft. She swirled her tongue around the tip, her eyes on me the whole time. She was so fucking sexy, so fucking hot, I could hardly breathe. Cupping my balls in her hand, she dragged her tongue along one side and then the other of my cock. I meant to watch her, to soak in every minute of this, but I groaned, falling back against the pillows, when she drew me into her wet mouth. With her tongue making me mad, swirling along the base of my cock, her hand fisted around me with wet strokes, she sucked me off like nobody ever had.

My release was thundering through me faster than I wanted as she drew me in and out, pumping my cock. “Zanna… I need to be inside of you. Now,” I growled.

“That’s what you want?”

Lifting my head with effort, I met her gaze, her eyes dark with need and a wicked glint flickering in their depths. As if she knew how much power she had over me. At my nod, she drew her tongue along my cock once more before rising up, kicking her panties off and straddling me.

She was soaked with desire, her slippery folds sliding back and forth over my cock. I was so close to my release, I had to grip her hips and hold her still.

“Inside,” I said. A single word, more of an order than a request.

With her eyes flashing, she rose up, reaching for my cock. She eased down, and it took all of my discipline not to take control. The head of my cock was inside the entrance to her throbbing channel, its heat calling to me. She looked up then, her eyes locking with mine as she slowly sank down over me, taking every inch of me.

When I was fully buried inside of her, she held still and then began to move, slowly drawing up and rolling her hips down. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out, not with the sight of her above me—her breasts jutting forward, her nipples hard and damp, her belly soft with just a hint of roundness to it now, and her lush bottom held in my hands.

Dear God, I could’ve come just looking at her. I reached my thumb in between us, pressing down over her clit and growling when she cried out and started to tremble around my cock. At the sound of her calling my name, I let go, my climax thundering through me.

Susannah fell against me, her head tucking into the dip at my neck and shoulder and her breath gusting against my skin. I held her tight, my arms wrapped around her. I could’ve stayed there forever, buried deep inside of her, my need temporarily slaked.

No such luck though. After a few moments when we both caught our breath, she slowly straightened, her palms resting on my chest. Opening my eyes, I found her looking out the window. I took the moment to simply enjoy the view of her—her checks were flushed, her hair tousled, and her skin was pink all over. My heart gave a squeeze, tightening in my chest. I didn’t know what to do with the feelings she elicited. All I knew was everything was getting tangled into everything else.

Every time I thought about her, the next thought would be… We’re having a baby. I wanted to understand my feelings better, but I didn’t know how to separate them. It was becoming more and more clear that I wanted her because of who she was. Every time I tried to imagine letting her go if we weren’t having a baby, the answer was resounding. I couldn’t even fathom it.

She turned away from the window, catching me watching her. Something flickered in her gaze, but she gave her head a little shake. “We should shower.”