Here With Me
“But Melody lay on her bed with barely a stitch on. Her shirt, which had skinny little straps, hugged her full breasts tight and stopped just inches below them, leaving her rounded stomach bare. The vee at the top of her legs was covered by an almost transparent little scrap of material and he could see the hair between her legs.
She was lovely. There was no other word for it. And he badly wanted to touch her. To stroke her smooth skin, to brush a hand across her nipples and see them beg for more attention, to spread her legs and taste her sweetness.
He could tell by the gentle rhythm of her breathing that she was sleeping. Her hair looked wet and her pillow damp, like she’d gotten out of the shower, gotten partially dressed, and then stopped to rest. He couldn’t stop staring at her stomach. It amazed him to think that as the weeks grew to months, her smooth skin could stretch enough to accommodate her growing child.
In his time, woman died giving birth. New babes died, too. If anythin...g had changed in a hundred and eighteen years, he hoped that had.MoreLess
She was lovely. There was no other word for it. And he badly wanted to touch her. To stroke her smooth skin, to brush a hand across her nipples and see them beg for more attention, to spread her legs and taste her sweetness.
He could tell by the gentle rhythm of her breathing that she was sleeping. Her hair looked wet and her pillow damp, like she’d gotten out of the shower, gotten partially dressed, and then stopped to rest. He couldn’t stop staring at her stomach. It amazed him to think that as the weeks grew to months, her smooth skin could stretch enough to accommodate her growing child.
In his time, woman died giving birth. New babes died, too. If anythin...g had changed in a hundred and eighteen years, he hoped that had.MoreLess
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