Free Never Have A Baller's Baby: A Bad Boy Pregnancy Romance by Lena Skye Page A

everything in her began to feel as if it was right, finally.
    His tongue moved over hers, twisting and turning with it, and his arms held her to him tightly. Warmth began to ignite deep in her body, and the familiar yearning for him stirred within her. She felt his hands caress her back and her hips and it only made her growing need for him stronger.
    She had missed him, and she hadn’t realized just how much until she found herself in his passionate embrace, losing all of her inhibitions to him as every moment passed and the heat between them grew stronger.
    His mouth moved from her lips to her throat and his breathing became ragged and short as he hardened in need for her. “Naomi…” he whispered in a throaty voice, “please… please come to bed with me.” He paused in his kissing of her neck long enough to take her face in his hands and looked into her dark brown eyes. “Please… I’ve missed you so much. I need you.” He barely spoke.
    Something in the back of her mind hesitated for the briefest moment, but staring into his blue eyes and feeling the sweet breath from his partially opened lips on her skin blurred all of her thoughts, and she felt herself fall right into temptation, and into his embrace as she kissed him back breathlessly. “Yes!” she answered in between kisses. “Yes. I missed you too!”
    With one swift movement, he picked her up and carried her in his iron arms down the hall to his bedroom, where he laid her back on his bed. He lost no time in shedding his own clothes, but he lingered slowly in removing hers; one piece at a time, as if he was unwrapping a precious gift.
    With the last stitch of her clothing removed, he crawled into the bed with her, sliding down between her legs and gently pushing her thighs apart. With slow tender kisses, he made his way up her inner legs to her core, where he teased her for a few moments at first, flicking his tongue over her, tracing the outside of her, and kissing her sensually, but then he delved his tongue into her body, making her gasp and arch her back, reaching her hands down to his head and twisting her fingers into the dark locks of his hair.
    She began to move her body against his mouth, moaning in pleasure as he manipulated her with his tongue; sucking, biting, nibbling, and tasting her until she writhed and cried out, burying her head into the pillow as her body shivered and trembled in release. Only then did he move himself up to hover over her, kissing and sucking at her breasts, taking her dark nipples into his teeth, and making her plead with him to make love with her.
    In one long, slow movement, he entered her, pushing himself into her until he had reached the full depth of her, and he had to close his eyes as the feel of her body around his overwhelmed him. He began to move in her, and she rocked her body with his; steady and slow at first, as they lost themselves in the ecstasy they felt.
    Their lovemaking lasted a long sweet while, turning and rolling with one another in the sheets, holding each other, crying out in pleasure as the fires between them mounted, until at last their passion consumed them and they clung to one another, both of them holding on tightly as their bodies tensed completely, and they came together, their orgasms overtaking them in blissful release.
    She laid down with him, trying to catch her breath and reveling in the happiness that she felt flooding her. She had missed him so much, and ached for him, and her need for him had been satiated to a great extent.
    He held her close and gazed into her eyes, happy once more to be so close to her. “Everything feels so right. It feels like it’s all exactly like it should be. How do you do that?” he asked with a quiet smile as he touched her cheek.
    She shook her head slightly. “Oh no; it’s not me. It’s us. It feels right because it is right. That’s all there is to it.”
    He leaned close and kissed her long and softly, and then laid his head down again.