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looked down and in the first light of dawn, I saw that dark head against my pale skin. His inky lashes were closed against his cheeks, which hollowed as he suckled me, and I almost came, just from the sight of it.
    “More,” I gasped out. What he was doing was wonderful, but I still felt empty. He understood and immediately shifted his hand so it was his thumb strumming on my clit, while he penetrated my pussy with one long finger, then two.
    “Yes!” I let my eyes flutter shut as I concentrated on the sensations he evoked with his hands and his mouth. No one had ever touched me like Will did. He wasn’t my first lover, but he’d so quickly become the best—and the only one who’d ever mattered.
    He knew my body as well as I did myself, or maybe better. As the tension coiled in the core of me, he increased the pressure of his mouth and the speed of his hand. My nerves raced towards completion until finally he pressed down with his teeth at the same time as he shoved his fingers deep. I shattered, the waves of pleasure rippling through me from my scalp to my toes.
    He immediately slowed his ministrations, gently easing me down just enough. Then he pulled his fingers out, rolled above me and slid his rigid dick into my still-pulsing sheath.
    “I assume this is still allowed,” he muttered. “I don’t have to wait nine months to fuck you again, do I?”
    I opened my eyes and gazed up into his, and was surprised by the light-hearted giggle that emerged from my throat. “God, no. In fact, I’d say it’s absolutely required.” I tightened the muscles of my vagina around him and wiggled my hips side to side. I hadn’t had time to do too much research yet, but I’d checked on that right away. As long as there were no complications and things didn’t get too rough, sex was just fine.
    “Thank God,” he muttered, pulling almost all the way out before he pushed back in, slow and steady. He kept up that measured pace for a few moments before his control broke and he picked up speed. Since I was still tingling from my first orgasm, it didn’t take much to have me climbing again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his back as I eagerly met each of his thrusts. Our bodies, slick with sweat, slid against one another’s with delicious friction.
    “Will!” I screamed as I crested again, longer and even harder this time, my walls clutching his steely cock.
    My climax triggered his and he shouted, “Mine,” as he slammed himself deep and spurted ropes of hot wet fluid into my womb.
    It wasn’t a declaration of undying love, but it was enough. Whether I’d wanted to admit it or not, I was already his, and would have been even if I hadn’t been pregnant. Will was my one and only. I only hoped I was his.
    Afterward, he lay above me propped on his elbows to spare me his weight. I held on while the slowly diminishing spasms of my pussy milked answering twitches from his gradually softening shaft. He dropped leisurely kisses on my cheeks and forehead and smiled.
    “Good morning.”
    I laughed. “It sure is from where I’m at. Glad it was good for you too.”
    He grinned at my teasing and kissed the tip of my nose. “Very. Now when’s your flight out?”
    I scrunched up my face in confusion. “Not until Monday. Why?”
    “No.” He shook his head and levered his body off mine before sitting up. I tried not to wince at the feeling of loss. “You’re leaving today. It isn’t safe here.”
    “What do you mean?” I rolled to my side, watching as he stood and strode to the window. I hadn’t pulled the blackout drapes, so only the sheer curtain filtered the golden morning sun which cast a glowing halo around his sharp, stark features. If I’d been an artist, I’d have loved to paint him, just like this, naked in the sunshine.
    “I think my cover is compromised,” he said. “I was getting close to the centre of La Rosa Blanca, and had a meeting with one of the lieutenants yesterday.