Spurs and Heels (27 page)

“Darlin’, you know I’m not trying to tease you or make you beg.

In a few months maybe, but not now. I want your orgasm to be good, so you let me know when you can’t take anymore stroking, and I’ll give it to you.”

With a chuckle and in a shaky voice, Juliana said, “Ash, you are so good to me, the most wonderful man in the world.”

“It’s a burden,” Ash said with a chuckle but smiled in satisfaction that Juliana was able to let go enough in her state to receive pleasure from him like this. She sounded like she was close.

He wasn’t above resorting to sex toys to pleasure her, either, and had several that really seemed to do it for her, even in advanced pregnancy. She’d once told him that the sensation of just one finger sliding into her pussy, seeking and finding all the right spots, was one of the sweetest things he did for her. She said it showed that he cared because it often took her longer to climax than before. He always took his time pleasuring her that way as he did now. This wasn’t just about finding release today. It was about building a love with her that would last a lifetime. He wanted her to look back on this time and have memories of tender loving and pleasure while expecting his son and

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not just the recollection of the discomforts. He was a total sap for her and proud of it.

“Oh, yes, Ash. Just like that,” she whispered languidly, her head thrown back on the pillow, her now longer auburn hair in wild disarray over their pillows. She massaged and traced her hands over his shoulders and the back of his neck. He murmured in appreciation over her pussy, the vibrations stealing her breath away. He stroked and suckled her into a gentle orgasm.

After she was finished, he slid the little egg vibrator onto his finger and put it on its lowest setting. She loved when he fucked her with his cock and slid a vibrating finger over her clit. He removed the pillow and angled in behind her, sliding her uppermost thigh to rest comfortably over his. He clasped his fingers with hers and nuzzled the nape of her neck as his cock slid along her slit, coating it with her arousal before finding her swollen, pulsing cunt and sliding in a little at a time.

“Yes, Ash. That’s perfect. It feels so good.”

He cuddled her to him. “Ready to play?’

She chuckled sexily and replied, “Yes, honey. Let’s play.”

He thrust in a small motion as his vibrating finger slid slowly over her hip. It never ceased to amaze them that whenever he did this, Will settled down while they made love. He could kick like crazy while Ash licked her pussy or used his fingers, but the moment his son felt the subtle vibrations, he always quieted down, which he obligingly did now. She sighed with pleasure as his fingers slid over her wet inner lips, finding her clit. She moaned and flexed slightly against him, and he felt her pussy spasm around his cock. His fingers slid through a fresh rush of her juices, and he growled in appreciation at her response. He kept his strokes gentle but firm, the way she liked it.

“It’s close, Ash, so close. You feel so good,” she whispered in encouragement. Her sounds became throatier, and she grasped at him as her body released another rush of moisture. He wondered if she was holding back on purpose as her tension continued to grow.

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Normally, she would have had her release by now. He stroked her labia with his fingers and suckled at the flesh of her neck.

“You feel so good, darlin’. Your pussy is so warm and slick, taking my cock so sweetly. I’ll never be able to get enough, I swear.”

He flexed behind her, thrusting his cock into her wet heat over and over, feeling his control unravel a bit but never unleashing his full force.

“More, Ash. I want more. Yes! Yes, honey. It’s perfect. Oh, here it comes!” She sobbed as her body clenched on his, her pussy milking his cock like a fist as a strong orgasm rippled through her body.

Crying out in ecstasy, her hips ground against his. Her pulsing orgasm quickly set off his release, and he growled deeply as he thrust in firm, short strokes, filling her pussy with stream after hot stream of his cum.

“Yes, honey. Fill me. Give me your cum,” she whispered dreamily.

One of the nice things about that position was that if they were covered up and comfortable afterward, she would fall asleep with his cock still fully sheathed in her pussy. He loved the feel of her, reclining against him like this, her swollen belly nestling his son mere inches from his hand and his cock buried inside her. She’d told him she loved it, too.

Ash pulled the blankets over them and tucked them around her.

She rested her head on his shoulder so he could nuzzle her with his lips and nose as much as he wanted. He heard a gravelly meow as Ashes wandered into the bedroom. The purring cat leapt onto the bed and rubbed against Ash’s hand on her belly. He carefully rubbed the side of his head back and forth over her blanket-covered abdomen, purring against her belly and quieting Will as he began to kick again.

Ashes then curled up into a big, grey ball beside her.

“You came hard tonight,” he murmured as she pressed her backside against him.

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“I did. It was perfect. Thank you so much, Ash. A woman never felt more beautiful or loved than I do. I hope you know how much I adore you.”

“I do, darlin’.”

Juliana stroked his hand where it rested on the side of her abdomen. “Emma said it may take a few tries to get the party started.”

“Just tell me when you want it, and my cock is all yours, darlin’. I want you to rest for now. We can try again in the morning if you want.”

Chuckling, she said, “Oh, I’ll want to, I’m sure. Will is a sweet, loving boy just like his daddy. He won’t keep me waiting too long.”

And he didn’t. Ash and Juliana welcomed him into the world the very next day.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

lives and writes in South Central Texas. Her stories offer up the content of her fantasies, with autobiographical humor, triumph, and tragedy mixed in. With great pride, Heather writes erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing under their Ménage Everlasting and Everlasting Classic imprints.

Heather’s love of romance fiction began as a teenager when her mom gave her copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss’s
The Flame and the Flower
and Bertrice Small’s
Skye O’Malley
. To this day she’s pretty sure that was her mom’s version of the “birds and the bees” talk.

Heather writes the type of novel she loves to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in and a happily ever after guaranteed. Heather’s favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant, but readers will discover a wide variety of heroes and alphas on the pages of her novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. Heather hopes that readers relate to her heroines and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.

Heather believes that life doesn’t always present love to us in neat little sanitized packages. Sometimes we have to seize the day, live life with no regrets, forget the past, never give up, learn to trust, and dare to live, even in outrageous circumstances. Those themes are woven throughout her Divine Creek Ranch Collection, which debuted in November of 2010.

When not happily typing at her keyboard, Heather is usually busy corralling her kids, volunteering at local schools, or loving on her smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

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Everlasting Classic: Divine Creek Ranch 2:
Her Gentle Giant, Part 2:
Remember to Dance

Ménage Everlasting: Divine Creek Ranch 3:
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Ménage Everlasting: Divine Creek Ranch 4:
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