"Please tell me you're not actually tired?"

He snapped the door closed behind them and turned to look at her.

She was already flushed--though whether it was from climbing the stairs or from the heat of the moment he couldn't tell--and he reached out to her, hoping she couldn't hear the way his heart was practically pounding out of his chest.

She grinned, then shook her head. "Wide awake. But...are you sure, Luke? I'm fine but I’m not the...I mean, I don't look the same. I might not feel like me." She chewed on her bottom lip and he squeezed her hand.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, then took another step toward her and brushed her mane of hair back behind her shoulder. Cupping her chin with one hand, he forced her to meet his gaze and he continued, "Your eyes are gorgeous and soft."

He ran his thumb over her heated cheek.

"Your cheeks are full and perfect."

His thumb trailed lower.

"Your lips are amazing."

He led her to his mouth and took her worried bottom lip between his own, trying his hardest to kiss away her doubts--to make her see herself the way he saw her. Because in his mind? Belly or no, she was the same gorgeous creature that had strolled across the grass that night at the race. She was the same beautiful girl who had tucked him in after the bar and had let him drag that terrible jersey over her head to see her full, gorgeous breasts.

"Tawny," he murmured against her lips. "You are everything."

She sighed, and he swept his tongue out to meet hers, tangling with it until she opened her mouth more for him, letting him explore her and pull her as close as he could. Her belly rubbed against his stiff erection and he knew she could feel his need, could feel how much just looking at her had made him want to explore her body, but he wasn't ready yet--before he took her, he needed her to know how he felt. Needed to show her.

Gently, he kissed his way down the column of her throat, then sucked the little space above the hollow of her clavicle. "Your neck is gorgeous," he said, then kissed his way back up, sucking the space just below her ear until she shivered in his embrace.

"Your hair and your ears," he whispered, then buried one hand in her hair, cupping the nape of her neck so that he could brush gentle kisses against the shell of her ear, teasing the lobe with his teeth before kissing deeper.

Slowly, carefully, he trailed his fingers down her body, over the swell of her breasts, until he reached the hem of her shirt.

With one quick movement, she grabbed his hand and shook her head. He pulled back.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

"Can't we...can't we leave my shirt on. My belly..." Her voice broke a little and he got to his knees in front of her, pushing her hand away before pulling her shirt up over her belly and kissing her just above her belly button.

"I want all of you," he told her. "Everything. Now take off your shirt. Bra too."

With quivering hands, she did as he commanded and he stood again, standing back to see all of her.

It was true the swell of her belly was bigger than he'd ever seen it before, but she was all the more beautiful for it. Her skin glowed even in the low light of his room and as he took another step toward her, he brushed against her sensitive skin and traced his way up to her full, beautiful tits.

"Your shoulders are perfect," he said, skating over one stiff nipple until he reached her shoulder. From there, he dragged his nails down the toned length of her arm and up again.

"Your breasts..." This, he wanted to tell her with his lips. He stooped down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, laving the perfect little circle, pausing only to pluck the sensitized tip with his lips.

"Luke..." she breathed, but he didn't stop. Instead, he moved to the next breast, massaging the other in his hand as he sucked deeper still, loving the way her back bowed into him as he moved.

"I want all of you," he told her again, and she shivered at his touch before moving to pull off his shirt.

He let her, and when they were face to face again, he reached for his belt and unbuckled it slowly, letting it drop to the floor with a thwap as he made for the button and zipper.

Her hands trembled as she did the same and when he was finally free of the confines of his boxers, he took another step toward her and circled her hands with his own. As much as it killed him to ask, he had to be sure.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. "I've never seen you so nervous. Not even that first night.”

Her cheeks flooded with color. "I just want you to...I don't want you to change how you see me."

He shook his head. "Never. Not ever."

Her eyes softened as she searched his gaze. "Do you promise?"

"I promise," he said, and she let her pants and panties slide to the floor before stepping from them carefully.

Moving past him, she made her way to the bed and bent over, her hands gripping the rail at the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I thought with..." She motioned to her belly.

"Oh no," he shook his head, "I want to see you when I take you. I want you on top of me."

* * *

She blinked, then turned back to him, wondering how on earth something like that might even work. Bouncing on top of him while she was as big as a house. Not to mention the fact she'd never exactly done that before.

The concern in her eyes must have been evident because Luke took another step toward her and cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb along her cheek in that comforting way of his.

She glanced down, noticing how hard and big he was--even now, looking at her. Either he was the world's best actor or he really meant what he said. He really thought she was beautiful--even like this.

Again, his lips found hers and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to savor the stroke of his tongue, the way he teased her teeth before pushing and pulling along with the kiss, deepening it until she had to remind herself to breathe for fear of being entirely swept away.

It had been so long since they'd done this, and he'd waited just for her--for her safety. She wanted to make it good for him, and if she couldn't manage that while she was on top...

Slowly, she broke away from his kiss and sank to her knees in front of him, gripping him firmly in hand before working him up and down.

"Tawny, you don't have to..."

"I want to," she said. And she did. She wanted to watch him writhe beneath her touch, and when his cock twitched inside her grip, her mouth watered in anticipation.

Leaning forward, she took his head into her mouth, sucking the sensitive space before swirling the tip of her tongue around the curved edge. Already, a salty droplet clung to her tongue and she swallowed it, sucking all the while.

Taking him deeper into her mouth, she moaned, hoping the gentle vibration might thrum through his body the way it did through her own.

"Touch yourself for me," he muttered and, despite the rush of nerves, she followed his command. Her body felt so achy, so needy, for him. For Luke.

Slipping her hand between her parted thighs, she circled her swollen bud and worked herself closer to the edge of pleasure, bobbing her head faster and faster with every passing stroke.

She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her, needed him to fill her up to the point of breaking her, but she was already so close…it had been so long.

He gripped the edge of the bed and his knees buckled a bit, though he didn't fall.

"Fuck, Tawny," he murmured, "I need to have you."

But this time she didn't listen. She wanted him to have everything, and so she worked him as her mouth took in as much of him as she could manage. Gagging a little, she continued to hum as she fucked him with her mouth, stroking herself with every move.

"No," he growled, and then he pushed her back and joined her on the floor. His mouth crashed against hers and she met his tongue without thinking, hardly without breathing. Their tongues twisted and turned and then they were lying on the carpet together, both lost in the push and pull of their bodies.

She didn't know how he'd done it, but before she knew it, she found herself on top of him--ready to take him deep into her waiting channel. This, she knew, was the time when she should have rolled off and bent over. Or maybe when she should have crawled between his legs and fucked him with her mouth until his hot come spurted onto her tongue, ready for her to swallow in one gulp.

Instead, though, she trusted him, rolled her hips back to tease the head of his cock with her wetness.

"Don't you dare tease me," he murmured and she smiled down at him. "I want to feel your pussy clench around me. I want to feel you come."

Another hot, hard shiver rolled through her at the words and she took him in hand, gripping him hard before taking all of him into her in one quick, deep thrust.

It was enough to make her eyes cross with pleasure--he throbbed inside her, hard and big and needy, and she moved up and down without thinking. All the while, he held her belly, steadying her as she worked him up and down.

She closed her eyes, wanting to focus on every little quiver of her pussy as she pushed him deeper and deeper still. And then, out of nowhere, she felt the rough, sweet sensation of his hand against her pussy, working her in tiny little circles until she lost control of her calculated thrusts and pulled back, fucking him with all her might.

She needed more--wanted more. Wanted to fill herself with him.

"That's it, babe," he murmured. "You're so fucking hot."

And in that moment--in spite of her belly and her aching, swollen breasts--she felt like he was right. She felt sexy. And it was all because of him.

Pleasure coiled low in her stomach then snaked up her spine as she worked him harder still, her walls tightening with every throb of his stiff cock, and she knew she was on the precipice. Close, so close...

And then his thumb brushed over her sensitive clit and she was done, rocking up and down so fast and hard that she couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't hear. She could only feel the way her entire body stiffened and then stretched out into infinity, loving the ripples of pleasure as they swirled and spun inside her.

"Luke," she cried, "yes, Luke."

And then he joined her, his gorgeous muscles tensing beneath her hands, a groan erupting from his mouth as his fingers clutched her hips tight.

“Ah, Tawny, fuck,” he growled, jerking and bucking beneath her, pinning her hips to his as he spurted deep inside her. His orgasm triggered another in her, and she held on for dear life, gasping and trembling over him.

When the blood finally stopped rushing in her ears and she was able to open her eyes again, Luke was there, staring up at her. His gaze was warm and sweet as he traced his fingers over her hips.

“You’re amazing. I’ve been thinking about that for weeks,” he murmured with a laugh.

She waited for the nerves to arise. For the embarrassment and uncertainty to swamp her again, but it never came. All she felt was…happy.

She slid off him to his side and he held her close.

“Are you hungry? I don’t know if that Cheez Whiz cut it and I can order a pizza or something,” he asked softly.

She shook her head and burrowed as close as she could manage with her belly between them.

“Nope, I’m good.”

Lie.

She was great. And, from here on out, she was going to stop second-guessing every good feeling she had. It was time to let go and see where this thing between them could go for real. No more holding back.

The baby was good, things were awesome between her and Luke and she felt almost invincible. It was only up from here…