Chapter 31

31

Abrielle

What's it called?

Popping?

I popped?

My stomach… popped?

Not literally, of course, but it's… there.

I thought I noticed it earlier myself.

My body is different. Just like that. And it'll never be the same ever again. No matter what. During the entire pregnancy, changing per day, and even after I give birth…

Also, I panicked in front of Colver.

The way his hand had been moving though.

His fingers right now should be sliding between my legs. His fingertips playing with my soft clit. Making me groan. Making me cry out his name.

Instead, I'm in the bathroom, standing at the sink, trying not to throw up.

I've never witnessed caring. Or love. I've never witnessed people staying together through a time that wasn't ideal. Not that being pregnant is a bad thing. This is just… so much…

The bathroom door opens.

Shit! I forgot to lock it!

As soon as I look at Colver, I know that even if I locked the door, it wouldn't have mattered. He would have thrown himself into his own bathroom door, breaking it open to get to me.

"Colver," I manage to whisper.

He moves right toward me.

My hands grip the sink tight, shaking.

His right hand touches my stomach. My slightly popped out stomach.

He kisses my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin.

Always with that slight hint of total control.

I love it.

He kisses to my neck.

I watch him in the reflection of the mirror.

My entire body trembles.

His left hand touches the clasp of my bra and he twists with ease, just once, and my bra is open.

"Not sure the right thing to say here, kitten," he whispers to me. "So I'll just handle this in another way."

Colver uses the tip of his nose to nudge my bra strap down my right shoulder.

My boobs feel slightly heavier. They're definitely very tender. Sometimes they ache randomly. It's an odd feeling because sometimes it feels as though I'm about to get my period. But that's not going to happen. No way.

My bra falls down my arms.

Colver moves me from the sink and turns me toward him.

I stand with my upper back tight and slightly arched, showing him my boobs.

His mouth drops down to my left breast, going right for my nipple.

His lips touch. I shiver some more.

His mouth opens and he takes my entire boob into his mouth and pulls.

"Oh, Colver," I groan.

With a wet kissing sound, his mouth pops free and he pushes me to face the sink again.

Then he steps behind me.

My eyes grow wide as I stare at him in the mirror.

Behind me.

His hands touch my hips. Touch the top of my panties. Fingertips grasping, clasping, pulling.

Guiding them down until I can take over and step my way out.

Naked. Fully naked.

Exactly what Colver had been hoping for when I walked out wearing that towel.

Colver opens his jeans. The sound of the zipper makes my inner thighs tighten.

I'm groaning just thinking about Colver touching me with his cock.

A second later, I feel him.

His body against mine.

He's so much taller than me. That means his heavy cock touches my back and slithers all the way down against my ass.

Colver looks at me in the mirror.

It might be the most intense stare I've ever felt from him.

It doesn't scare me at all but it sure as hell makes me shake.

I get it.

He could have felt and seen my small baby bump and taken off.

He didn't. He's not.

He's here…

Using his right hand, he touches my right ass cheek and then slides under.

I press back, offering myself.

Colver bends his knees and eases his cock between my legs.

I feel the intense swell of him as he pushes against my body.

I'm sopping wet, more ready than I have ever been.

As soon as he thrusts, welcoming himself into my warm threshold, I reach back with my left hand and grab at his muscular leg, my nails wanting to scratch, dig, slice.

Colver's right hand touches my stomach.

His massive hand cradling the new baby bump.

I feel so unsure… but his cock has a way of fixing that.

Sliding deep into me, I throw my head back and cry out to the ceiling in the bathroom.

Colver pumps himself. Hard.

"Yes," I purr.

His left hand climbs up the front of my body, cupping my left boob.

Taking me. Holding me.

Fucking me. Yet caring for me.

Something both of us are not used to at all.

He moves slow. So fucking slow.

It's exactly what I need right now.

Feeling every thick, throbbing inch of him.

After the best minute or so of my day (so far), Colver exits my body.

I groan in a voice I've never made before.

Colver spins me around.

My butt touches the sink.

I stare at up him.

I reach for his cock, which is between us.

He's huge and slippery.

I'm stroking my own wetness up and down his cock…

Colver just stares at me.

It's really intense.

He then reaches and starts grabbing big, folded towels. Sort of opening them, throwing them to the floor.

Colver moves my hand from his cock, pulls me against him and picks me up. He then lowers me down to the floor. Nestling between my legs. We fit together.

He doesn't waste a second either.

Right back inside me…

I thrust my hips up and arch a little, but it's not needed.

I don't have to do a thing.

Colver knows how to explore. How to reach impossible depths.

Colver knows how to fuck.

This time though… he's slow. He's thorough.

His movements are…

They're so caring.

He grunts with each deep stroke.

My hands claw at his shoulders and then at his face.

I need him to stare at me.

He does.

I need him to keep fucking me.

He does.

And when I need him to kiss me…

He does.

When I feel the first throbbing spurt of Colver's climax, I hold my breath.

My hands reach for his ass, wanting to feel him flexing and pumping.

He's got me pinned against the towels on the bathroom floor, his face buried into my neck, grunting as his cock keeps releasing.

My hips keep jumping. Wanting. Taking. Craving.

My hands scratch along Colver's lower back and down to the towels. I grab and pull, feeling my body throbbing against Colver's throbbing body.

Colver then drops down.

In one quick move, he exits my body and lowers his mouth down to my chest again.

I groan as my body keeps pulsing.

Colver moves his lips over my left nipple, to my right one. He shakes his head, back and forth, teasing and tasting my chest.

Then he inches down some more.

I look down and see and feel his lips kissing me.

A straight line of kisses down to my lower belly.

That's where he stops.

That's where he presses his nose.

My jaw drops at this sight.

I touch his head, his hair. I curl my fingers, gently.

His lips touch the hardened part of my stomach.

Then he looks up at me.

I nod at him.

I don't bother even trying to keep track of orgasms with Colver.

Is it cliché to just say it's endless?

I watch as Colver worships my stomach for what feels like hours.

He then kisses up my body, over my boobs, and up to my mouth.

His lips touch mine.

Briefly.

His next move is him sliding his hands around my body and lifting me up off the floor.

Leaving our clothes behind on the bathroom floor, Colver carries me to his bed.

I can't believe how comfortable I am with him carrying me around naked like this. I'm just… used to it.

He places me down on the bed.

He stands next to the bed.

Both of us are naked.

He leans down a little and touches my stomach again.

This is intense. It's hot. It's sexy. It's sweet. It's romantic.

Yet it's… his stare is just so…

Colver softly kisses me.

When he turns and starts to walk away, I sit up a little and reach for the covers.

"Colver, where are you going?" I ask.

Now I fear he's leaving…

He pauses.

My eyes are glued to his perfect ass.

Firm and muscular and… yummy …

Muscles grace his back, from his neck down to his amazing ass.

"I'm not going to leave you, Abrielle," he says. "I know that's hard to believe. I'll reassure you fifty times a day if you need me to."

My toes curl.

Now that's the sexiest thing a guy has ever said to me.

Colver turns his head and looks at me.

"I'm going to order some pizza," he says.

He adds a wink.

He knows exactly what I want and need.

Sexually… and with my intense cravings for pizza…

The floodgates open again between my legs and I squeeze my legs shut.

Colver Caspian is becoming the man of my dreams.