Free Big Girls Do It Pregnant by Jasinda Wilder Page B

doctor will want to talk to you, though.”
    Jeff’s face paled. “The high-risk doctor? Why? I thought you said things were good?”
    She patted his hand. “Any time a woman carries twins, she’s considered high-risk. Giving birth is complicated enough with one baby, so when you have two, we just have to be extra careful so the mother and the children are all safe and healthy. It’s just a precaution, Mr. Cartwright. No need to worry.”
    When we were back home, I kicked off my shoes and lowered myself to the couch. Jeff sat next to me and lifted my feet onto his lap, rubbing my instep with his thumbs. Several minutes passed in silences, until I felt myself drowsing.  
    As I was about to drift off, I felt Jeff’s hand cover my belly. I felt his face touch my stomach, and opened my eyes sleepily. His eyes were locked on mine, molten brown love, tender hands caressing my belly. “Caleb and Niall,” he whispered. “Caleb and Niall.”
    I smiled at him, brushing his hair across his forehead. “Caleb and Niall. A son and a daughter. Are you ready for this?”
    He laughed. “No. Not even close. But it’s happening. It’s real.” He leaned toward me, taking my lips with his. “And I’m glad.”
    “You are? You’re glad?” I spoke into his lips as they covered mine, tasted mine.
    “Mmm-hmmm. Of course.” His fingers touched my cheek, then traced down the curve of my neck. “A little nervous, I admit. But glad. I’m excited to be a daddy.”
    “I’m excited to be a mommy.” I twisted and lay back on the couch, pulling Jeff over me. “I’m also excited for you to get me naked and plunder me on the couch.”
    Jeff pushed my shirt up over my head, and I unclasped my bra while he tugged my pants off. A few more moments passed, and I was naked and wrapping my knees over his shoulders and burying my fingers in his hair while his tongue dipped into me, slowly at first, in circles and gliding upward strokes. I let him tongue me into a frenzy, but when I was on the cusp of orgasm, I pulled him away, pulled him up to me. He’d shed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans at some point. I slid my fingers under the band of his boxers and freed his heavy erection, pushing his jeans away and guiding him to me. He nudged my knee aside so my foot planted flat on the floor, the other stretched out along the back of the couch. Kneeling above me, Jeff put one foot next to mine on the floor and nestled his tip into my folds, one hand on the armrest of the couch just past my head, the other caressing my face and my breasts and my belly, then dipping down to cup my mound. I lifted my hips and he slid in, both of us sighing as he filled me. His fingers slipped between the joining of our bodies and circled my clit, driving gasps from me.  
    He was only barely moving, but something about the angle and the placement of our bodies on the couch gave him incredible leverage, letting each stroke drive deep and slick along all the best nerve endings. I needed more. God, more. I pushed up off the floor with one foot, bracing the other on the opposite end of the couch, lifting my hips to crash against his in a pleasingly punishing rhythm. Jeff seemed surprised by my sudden desperation. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but as he slid into me, driving deeper with each thrust, I found myself needing more, more, even though I’d had him just the night before. Each stroke of his shaft into me drove me crazier, wilder, incited my need.
    “God, Jeff. I love you so much. Don’t stop, please.” I clutched his ass with desperate fingers, pulling him into me, thrusting up to meet him stroke for stroke until we were thrashing on the couch together, frantic, moaning into mouths and against shoulders, riding the cusp of climax together. Then his fingers found my clit and his mouth found my nipple, and I passed over the edge, screaming his name. I clamped down with inner muscles and arched my entire body off the couch, crushing my soft folds