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leverage to push herself back on him, so she was meeting him thrust for thrust. Wanton that she was, she began to give as good as she received, rocking back against him, taking what she wanted from him with no apologizes.
    She was a sexual, sensual being and she was all his. Her growing desire spurred on his, causing him to love her harder and faster in search of what they both needed. Wanting nothing more than to feel her come undone, Russell reached around her hip and beneath her tummy to delve between her splayed thighs. He zeroed in on her clit and rubbed his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It wasn’t a slick move, forcing him to shift a bit to find a new rhythm to move inside her while frigging her, but it was completely worth it to hear her cry out his name.
    “Oh God, yes.” Her words came out in a gasp.
    Her cries of passion had his balls tightening and his hips bucking as he sped up.
    Screaming her release into the pillow, she arched her back and thrust against him as she came. The feel of her body contracting around him was the final stepping-stone to his own release. As much as he wanted to prolong his pleasure, his body would not be denied. Unable to hold out any longer, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the onslaught of pleasure. With a savage-like groan, he pushed into her one last time, going as deep as he could as he came.
    He dropped his head against her damp , shivering back, biting down on his lip to keep his own cries of passion at bay. While he couldn’t care less if Ty and Charlotte knew what they were up to, he’d hate to have to explain it to the little bit.
    Exhausted, he remained leaning on her while he tried to catch his breath. Tamara wasn’t in any better shape. She lay trembling beneath him, still clutching the pillow as her pussy fluttered with gentle aftershocks around his cock. Once his breathing regulated and he finally had feeling in his limbs again, Russell eased up and pulled gently out of his wife. He stumbled back a few feet and breathed in deep, trying to still his racing heart. “You okay?”
    “Yeah.” Tamara rolled over to her side and rested her hand on her belly. “Just give me a minute.”
    “No problem.” Russell slipped into the connecting bathroom and cleaned up a bit. When he was finished he dampened a washcloth and brought it with him to the bedroom.
    He walked to the edge of the bed and gazed lovingly at Tamara. Unlike his wife, he tended to avoid taking pictures, but right now he would kill for a camera. Tamara was beautiful. She was curled up on her side, with her top leg stretched out over her bent lower leg. Her deliciously dark skin was flushed and damp with perspiration, and her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath she took, and as usual, her hand was cupping her belly, cradling their child even though it was snug inside her womb. She looked motherly yet sensual all at the same time. She’d never looked lovelier.
    Russell gave Tamara the towel and she freshened up. When she was done, she pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. After putting the towel back into the bathroom, Russell returned to the bedroom and climbed into bed behind Tamara. As he had begun to do since the moment she told him she was pregnant, he placed his hand on her belly and pulled her into him tightly. “If we lie here for too long, we’re liable to go to sleep.”
    “And that would be bad, why?”
    “Well, wasn’t part of the big brouhaha about you being over here for Christmas Eve Dinner and Christmas day.”
    Tamara snuggled deeper into her pillow. “Always talking about the past.”
    “That was just this morning,” he reminded her dryly.
    “ Shhh…” Tamara reached absently behind her and patted him on the head. “Live in the moment. I’m just happy to be here with you and our friends. Nothing else matters as long as we’re all here together.”
    For once, Russell couldn’t have agreed more.

Chapter Three
     
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