Page 27 of The Billionaire's Baby
Favian did as she asked and Adira cried out as he pulled the hard beaded tip into his mouth. His moan was guttural. His hips moved against her, and she reached between them to stroke his cock. He thrust himself between her hand and imitated the movement with his tongue in her mouth. She followed suit and tasted the depths of his mouth. Favian groaned in pleasure and she was thrilled knowing that she caused him such pleasure.
His hand made its way to her pussy and his fingers tenderly probed the tender flesh of her sex. He rubbed her clit in slow, delicious circles and her hips rose reflexively. He dipped his finger inside slowly and she wanted more. He resisted and Adira gave a whimper of frustration. But Favian had other plans. He kissed his way down her body until he came to her aroused sex. His tongue lapped and sucked at her clit. He tasted her like a man devouring the sweetest fruit. Adira closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her in a heated wave. Favian wasn’t done taking from her body. She felt him penetrate her with his fingers and used them to fuck her while he continued to torture her with his tongue.
“Favian, I can’t stand it. I’m going to come,” she whimpered.
“Let go, baby. Let me see you come for me,” he said huskily
Her hips arched against him as she gave in to the sensations he created. His groan mixed with her cry as her body released a gush of sexual fluid. He kept his own pace, not changing it even as her hips rose faster. As if sensing her pinnacle, he sucked greedily on her clit and she found release with a sultry cry.
“Damn, I could do that over and over again,” he said and kissed her and she could taste her essence on his lips.
“I want to feel you inside me now,” she said impatiently.
“Turn on your side, my love.”
He was much taller than she was and easily came up behind her and pressed against her body. She felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her sex before he slipped between the velvety folds of her pussy. With her legs pressed together, it seemed the swollen lips of her sex made each thrust feel more erotic. Favian returned to stroking her belly and massaging the fully engorged mounds of her breasts. Each touch left flames in its wake. She could hardly stand the feelings blooming inside her.
“Come with me, please. Please, I need to feel you,” she said urgently as each nerve ending seemed to be on fire and overtake her senses.
“Adira, mi amor. God, I love how you feel.” He turned her face to his and kissed her savagely. “I’m with you. Let go.”
His breath was harsh in her ear, his body moved with restrained urgency. He squeezed her breasts and she felt her milk drip out and run down his hand. He continued massaging the globes and she could feel the wetness of the colostrum cause a sticky friction between his hands and her skin. That seemed to send him over the edge as he called her name. She could hear the agony of his pleasure as he whispered endearments to her in Spanish. Adira let it overtake her and her orgasm left her breathless. His seed filled her core and accepted every movement as he prolonged their pleasure with simple thrusts.
“Well, I think you just blew my mind.” He kissed her shoulder. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. “I’m sorry, little one. Your mother is a wild woman.”
Adira slapped at his shoulder. “Don’t say that. He can hear you!”
“Yes, dear,” he said solemnly. Favian kissed her belly again and whispered, “Wild woman.”
“You are a bad daddy, very bad,” she chastised him.
“Don’t say that unless you want me to show you just how bad I am. Your voice does very stimulating things to my lower region,” he warned playfully. “Let’s get us cleaned up and then you into bed.”
They took a shower together and Favian seemed to take great pleasure in washing her body and soaping her belly. He got to his knees and washed her legs all the while talking to the baby in English and in Spanish. He was playful and fun and he made her laugh. Back in bed under the warm blankets, he pulled her close, snuggling her with his big hand over her stomach.
“I wish I could feel him or her move.” His deep voice rumbled against her ear.
“You will soon. In another few weeks we won’t be able to get this baby to stop moving for even a second.” She laughed.
“And I will love it,” Favian said. He was quiet for moment and then asked quietly, “Will you marry me, Adira?”
She turned in his arms. “Favian, we’re fine just as we are. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“I was married before. Her name was Kim. I thought God hung the moon when he made her.”
“You weren’t ready to tell me,” she reminded him. “Favian, you don’t have to.”
