Authors: Sassie Lewis
“Christ, I’ve missed you, baby. You smell so good,” he said as he buried his nose into her cunt, blowing puffs of air across her exposed nerves. He licked her from opening to clit, then worked the little bud of nerves with his teeth and tongue. Holding her down with an arm across her hips, he inserted two fingers inside of her, massaging them over her G-spot. When he bit down on her clit, the slight pain sent her screaming like a banshee into the abyss.
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God, she was beautiful when she came. Her skin flushed pink, her eyes wide open and violet—his favorite color. She was still wet from their shower, but he could taste the sweat on her skin as he licked up her stomach to her breast. She pulled him up by the hair to kiss her lips.
Slowly, he entered her warm body, settling himself balls deep. He steadily rocked into her. He wanted to rut her like a bull in heat, but he couldn’t imagine a pounding to the cervix being good for the baby. He would have to ask the doctor the next time they went.
He pulled away from her lips, needing for her to hear his words. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you too, but please move. This...it’s not enough.”
Squeezing his hand between their bodies, finding her blood-engorged clit, he rubbed tight circles over it then gave it a little flick with his nail. Her cunt muscles clamped down on his cock with such force he could no longer move. That was fine; the rhythmic grip and release of her inner muscles was enough to have him joining her. Never once did he take his eyes from hers. Not only could he see passion in them, but also the love she said she had for him. Kissing her softly, he held her in his arms as they rolled to the side, Tia’s soft panted breaths tickling across his chest.
He twirled a strand of her hair through his fingers as they spent the next twenty minutes simply lying there, coming down from their mutual high. Tia on her back, him on his side, the fingers of his other hand drawing circles over her soft stomach. They were going to have to get up soon. The sheets were wet from not drying off after their shower, and he could feel Tia’s stomach rumbling under his hand.
“Six,” Ax said, breaking the silence.
“Kids. I want six kids.”
“I don’t think so, Axton. When you can carry them and give birth to them, you can have six children. Until then I think three is enough.”
“Five.” He couldn’t hold back the wistfulness from his voice.
“Okay, so not happening… Four,” she counteroffered.
Tia stood at her bedroom window, looking down at the crowd of people milling around in the transformed yard. They were all waiting for her to walk down the aisle.
The Cinderella style dress Leonie had talked her into wearing was beautiful, but Tia refused to let the older woman talk her out of wearing boots. She had hunted the internet for days, searching for the perfect pair. Four inch, white knee high boots. They were made from the softest leather she had ever felt, and Tia just knew that Axton was going to love them once the mile of silk and lace covering her was gone.
Over the last month and a half, Axton had proposed to her about a hundred times. Most of them sexy, but there were a few really romantic ones. Like the time he had taken her for a picnic at their lake. They’d drunk sparkling water in wine glasses, and eaten a feast of fried chicken, with three different types of salad. As he sat behind her, massaging her shoulders, he’d asked her again. When she asked him why he kept proposing after she’d already said yes, Ax had said he wanted to give her a story to tell their four kids. And this way, she could choose which proposal she liked best. She actually did love the fact that he had simply put a ring on her finger while she had been sleeping, only to then keep asking her. Tia thought their kids would get a kick out of the story when they were old enough to understand.
Tia rested her hand over her belly, rubbing at where the first half of her and Axton’s family was growing. They were already halfway to those four kids. When they had gone for their first sonogram last week, they’d found out that there wasn’t only one baby, but two. Ax had taken it in his stride, seeing as there were numerous sets of twins in his family. Tia, on the other hand, freaked out. The biggest bonus about being pregnant with twins was instead of the babies being born at Christmas, they would likely arrive earlier.
Thankfully, the family had been really great about accepting their relationship. The boys thought it was a hoot to start calling her ‘Aunty Tia’. Even Jack had started asking how his ‘baby sis’ was doing, instead of
. She kind of missed being his sunshine though.
He also thought it was great that he could one day tell their kids that he was not only their uncle but also kind of their grandfather as well. When he said that, Tia just shook her head. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it. She thought it might be a little confusing for the kids to understand that.
Jack would be walking her down the aisle. Ax had asked him to be the best man, but Jack said he would prefer to have the honor of giving Tia away. He was right—they may not be blood, but Jack had raised her, and she wouldn’t want any other person to help her move on to life’s next journey.
Tia turned from the window and picked up the bouquet of yellow daisies just as a knock sounded on the door.
“You ready to finally take on the McGraetty name, little sis?” Jack asked as he took hold of her free hand.
“Sure am, Jack.” Tia smiled up at the man who had raised her. He was about to become her brother-in-law, but to her he’d always be the father she didn’t have. Pulling him down, she placed a soft kiss against his cheek before tugging away to dab at her damp eyes, cursing the stupid tear ducts that seemed to have broken since she’d gotten pregnant.
“None of that now.” Jack tilted her face back so she was looking him in the eye. “You ready to go get your cowboy?”
There was only one answer for Tia. “
About Sassie Lewis
Sassie Lewis is a born and bred Australian. She lives on the outskirts of Brisbane Queensland, with her husband, two daughters, one son, and a dog that hates having a bath.
She swears like a sailor, and blames her ability to over share personal matters—matters that fall into that TMI category—on a faulty brain-to-mouth filter that forgets to tell her “This isn’t appropriate dinner conversation”.
An avid reader since childhood, Sassie came across erotic romance in her mid-twenties, falling deeply, madly in lust with the genre instantly. And has had wet panties ever since.
With her somewhat skewed and unique view of the world, along with a little encouragement from her father, she thought
what the heck!
and she penned her first erotic romance.
She hopes to draw you into the world she’s created and leave you as breathless and wanting for her fictional friends as she became while writing them.
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