Page 38 of The Billionaire's Baby
“You can have a taste as well, you know.” Adira stepped back and undressed the rest of the way. She lifted her breasts to him. “Come have a taste of me.”
“That’s a head rush,” Favian murmured. “All the blood just rushed to my cock.”
He came close and lifted the fullness in his palms as he kissed the hard nipples and sucked them gently. She could feel when she actually released milk into his mouth. He groaned and sucked harder. Some women may think it untoward to have their husband taste their milk, but it excited her especially when he groaned and she felt his cock press against her. With his mouth against her breast, he reached between her legs and felt that her pussy was already moist and slick. Adira spread her legs further apart so he could slip his fingers inside, but Favian teased her clit instead.
“You want my fingers inside you, don’t you, naughty girl?” he asked softly, but never stopped the movement of his finger against her sensitive flesh. “Tell me you want me and that you want this.”
“I want you so much. Do it, Favian, give me what I need,” Adira moaned.
He slowly slipped his finger inside and she could tell he was being careful. After the trauma of Mateo’s hard birth, she knew Favian was trying not to hurt her in any way. She felt the walls of her pussy clench around his finger and he moaned. She rocked her hips back and forth on his digit as he fucked her and his palm pressed against her clit. He pushed deeper and Adira gave a soft cry of pleasure. She could feel the ache building inside her, her knees felt like jelly and his strong arms held her up. He pulled her nipple ravenously into his mouth and both sensations made her delirious with pleasure.
“I’m going to come!” Adira panted.
“God, you’re making me ache. Give yourself over. Come for me,” he groaned.
Her body trembled as she reached the pinnacle of her need. He found her G-spot and that sent her over the edge with a scream. She felt her body release its fluid, and the guttural noises he was making only heightened what she felt. Adira had never wanted or needed like this in her life. She never knew love like this existed—both physically and emotionally—until he came into her life. He lifted her into his arms and walked the few steps to the bed. They kissed hungrily, tinted with a hint of desperation to consummate once more.
“I need you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I will always need you, Favian. I love you so much. The need almost scares me, yet I know I couldn’t be without it.”
“Never, mi amor, my heart. This is eternal; I am yours forever.” Favian said it like a prayer with such emotion in his deep voice she was humbled.
He placed her on the bed gently and sat down beside her.
“Tonight I’m going to take you,” she said as she pushed him back against the bed and straddled him.
“Oh, God, yes.” His voice was a harsh groan.
Adira positioned his cock and slid slowly down on him. He was thick and, God, she loved how he fit inside her. She threw her head back and cried out. She looked down at him and his face was a mask of pure pleasure. His hands cupped the smooth cheeks of her ass. She moved up and down and he thrust high and hard and he impaled her. The surge of pleasure took her by storm. Their bodies met savagely, thrusting and retracting, striving to give pleasure and take it.
“Madre de Dios, Adira. My God, you feel so good,” he panted.
She was slick and with each move she could feel the wetness between them.
She leaned down and kissed his neck before whispering, “Te amo, Favian.”
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as Adira continued taking his rigid length slowly and then picked up the pace. She wanted to drive him insane with the pleasure of it just like he did to her. Favian took one of her nipples in his mouth and grabbed her hips and locked her in place as he pumped into her hard. She cried out and it met with his harsh breathing.
Favian’s movements sent them both over the edge and she was swept away on a sea of sexual bliss. Favian was with her, always with her, and that made it all the sweeter. When they finally caught their breath, Favian lifted her in his arms and took her to the bathroom. He made sure the water was nice and hot before he placed her in the shower and stepped in with her.
“You don’t have to do this,” she protested as he washed her back.
“Hush, I want to. This is one of my favorite things to do,” he murmured. “Are you hurting?”
“No, love, I’m absolutely perfect,” she said with a smile.
After they had cleaned each other thoroughly, they dried off with the thick plush towels in the bathroom before she donned her pajamas with the button-down front that made it easy for nursing. She got into bed and looked at Favian curiously as he stood next to the bed with a small frown on his face.
