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left the bathroom.

      Her compliment made his chest heave.

      He speared her hair and tugged it back gently so he could look into her eyes. ‘You are divine.’

      A small, almost shy, smile spread across her face, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling up to his scalp and holding on to it.

      He found the clasp of her bra and undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and discard the bra on the floor beside him.

      When they’d made love the first time, he’d been enraptured with her breasts, their size, their taste, the way his hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but her dusky nipples seemed darker than he remembered, contrasting against the paleness of her breasts.

      He was the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s breasts were the palest part of her body.

      It was because his child was growing inside her that these small, subtle changes were taking place.

      Using his hands to lift her a touch, he dipped his head and captured one of those beautiful, dusky nipples in his mouth.

      Alessandra moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust her chest forward and into him.

      He flattened a palm against the small of her back to steady her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed flesh above the stockings. Her skin felt better than any material ever could.

      When he played with the clasp he was shocked to find himself all thumbs, the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It was as if he’d never tried to undo a suspender belt before.

      Spearing her hair again, he kissed her, filling his senses with her sultry, sweet taste, driving all thoughts from his mind.

      Frustrated at the suspender belt, he tugged at a stocking and felt the material rip in his fingers. He grabbed the material of the other and did the same, then clasped her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet to fall from his lap, freeing his erection which brushed against her thigh, sending deep pulsations firing through his blood, his loins, everywhere.

      He sat back to gaze at her, noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the jutting of her erect nipples.

      Unable to resist, he kissed her again, hard. Alessandra’s arms looped around his neck, her legs lifting to hook around him, clasping him to her.

      ‘Not yet,’ he murmured, kneeling upright.

      She pouted and raised herself onto her elbows. Her breaths came in shallow pants.

      ‘Soon,’ he promised, leaning forward to kiss her neck and push her flat again.

      A sound like a purr came from her as he kissed his way down her chest and belly and slipped a hand round her back to undo the clasp at the back of her suspender belt. Discarding it, he flattened a hand over her thigh and caught the top of the ripped stocking. Slowly, he pulled it down, past her knee, over her calf and down to the delicate ankle.

      ‘I’ve dreamed of you doing that,’ she said, her husky voice almost breathless.

       She’d dreamt of him…?

      In response, he leaned down to press a kiss to her now bare foot, then followed the trail he’d just made with his hands with his tongue, darting licks and kisses all the way up to her inner thigh and up to the very heart of her. Pressing his mouth onto her knickers, he inhaled deeply, the scent of her heat almost making him dizzy with desire.

      Checking himself, he gritted his teeth before gripping hold of her remaining stocking and slowly sliding it off.

      Now she was naked save for her lacy knickers. He took a moment to stare at her, taking every inch of her in.

      She was perfect.

      She was his.

      The look on her face was something to be savoured, a knowing yet shy quirk of the lips.

      She levered herself up until she knelt before him, face to face.

      ‘My turn,’ she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

      For such a slight woman she had a hidden strength, able, with a push of her hand, to shove him onto his back.

      She laughed softly, taking hold of his wrists and pulling them up and over his head.

      This had to count as the single most erotic moment of his life: Alessa straddling him, pinning him down, her swollen breasts brushing against his face. Every time he made to capture one in his mouth, she would move just out of reach.

      Her teasing was deliberate, as was the way she straddled him, positioning herself on his erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of his mouth her crotch rubbed the length of his erection, the material of her knickers preventing any penetration.

      She leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, still holding his wrists.

      With a simple flick he could be free from her clasp.

      Instead, he kissed her back, succumbing to the delights she wanted to bestow on him.

      Her soft mouth pressed along his jaw then she released her hold on his wrists and slowly made her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed or unstroked, his skin alive under the trail she made.

      When she reached his groin she completely ignored his erection, her mouth working around it, her hands cupping his balls while her tongue darted out to taste them.

      Her movements were clumsy, a sign of her inexperience, but this only added to the eroticism of the moment.

      This was all for him.

      Her tongue flickered onto the base of his shaft.

      A powerful bolt shot through him, a groan escaping his lips.

      He gripped the bed sheets in his fists and clenched his teeth even tighter, finding a spot on the ceiling to focus on.

      For a moment he’d been certain he was going to come.

      ‘Is something wrong?’ she asked, stopping what she was doing to look at him, her eyes clouding with doubt.

      Speech wouldn’t form. He shook his head and sat up, leaning forward to clasp her cheeks and pull her into another kiss. In a tangle of arms and legs they collapsed together, Alessandra beneath him, devouring each other with their mouths.

      He tugged at her knickers, pushing them down her hips, using his thighs and legs to pull them down. When they reached her ankles she kicked them off then wrapped her legs around him, raising her bottom so her heat rubbed against his erection.

      And then he was inside her, burrowed in her tight heat, the relief giddying.

      The first time they’d made love he’d been blown away with how deeply he’d felt everything, every touch, every movement magnified.

      This was something else completely.

      Slowing their kisses, he began to move, keeping his groin ground to hers.

      Her soft moans fired him, her kisses fuelled him, her roaming hands and fingers burning through his skin.

      He opened his eyes to find her gazing at him in a dazed wonder.

      Reaching for her hand, he brought it up to rest by the side of her head and clasped it tightly, kissing her with renewed passion as his thrusts deepened. It was as if he’d fused into one with her.

      He felt rather than heard her come. Her grip around his erection thickened and tightened, her lips freezing on his, her only sound a tiny, almost breathless mew.

      He was hardly aware of his own release. His senses were too full of Alessandra, watching every last moment of her climax.

      Finally

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