Natalie
All the months of anguish, of mourning, of anger, somehow seeped away, like water down the drain. Time hadn’t been on our side. We’d only had a day together before we were ripped apart. While I’d known since I first transported back to Earth that time was different on Trion, I hadn’t considered it might be the reason Roark had never come, why it had taken him so long. The doctor told me he was dead. I’d hoped, but I’d thought him dead, believed I’d never see him again. Time meant nothing when death was involved.
But for Roark, he’d come as soon as he could. God, he’d been captured, tortured and hurt enough to need the fancy pod medicine. I wanted to cry over what he’d gone through, but he was here and didn’t seem to think it was important. As soon as he found out I was alive, he’d done exactly as promised. It had only been ten days for him. Ten! He’d rushed across the galaxy to me and discovered a sleazy man wearing lobsters in my entry and a baby on my hip. While I’d had plenty of time to adjust to having a baby, he’d only had a mate for eleven days. He’d been a father for an hour.
In such a short time, he’d gained a mate and a baby. I had to assume no other Trion male could make a baby in such a short time.
It was important for Roark to know his child, to bond with him after the months he’d missed, but Noah was asleep. It was time to revel in the knowledge that we still had each other. Seeing him, holding him, breathing him in wasn’t enough.
I needed the connection we’d shared on Trion in the oasis. I needed to join with Roark so I didn’t know where he began and I ended. I needed him inside me. Deep.
“Yes,” I breathed, either in response to his words or to my thoughts of having him filling me up. Which didn’t matter. I wanted both. I dropped to my knees, my hands sliding down his torso, over chiseled abs to rest on his rock-hard thighs. Directly before me, bobbing, was his cock. I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting him. The head was wide and plush, the color of it a ruddy red. Fluid seeped from the tip and made my mouth water. He was so long, I couldn’t take all of him. A vein bulged down the throbbing length and I was eager for him, to feel him, taste him on my tongue. When I saw his fingers clench into fists, he was as needy as I. He was holding back all that coiled tension, that desperation.
I didn’t make him wait any longer, but licked up the pre-cum on the tip, then opened wide and took him deep. He was warm and hard and thick and salty on my tongue. Beneath my palms, I felt his muscles tense. He groaned deep and his hand went to my head.
I wasn’t that good at giving blow jobs, never found much appeal in them. Now? Now I wanted to take as much of Roark as I could, to swallow down every drop when I made him come.
“Gara.” his fingers tightened and he pulled me farther onto him, then tugged me completely off.
I looked up his naked body to see his dark eyes fierce and wild.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” he murmured. When I fumbled with my shirt, he reached down and stilled my hands. “Let me.”
Kneeling down in front of me, he took hold of the hem of my shirt, lifted it slowly, his knuckles grazing along my skin. When I was before him in just a bra, he frowned. “What is this?”
I looked down at myself, my full post-baby curves lifted into plump mounds by the sturdy bra. It was white with lace edging, but very basic. I hadn’t expected to be stripped bare by my mate when I got dressed this morning. While the bra contained my breasts well enough, the chain was wedged into my cleavage and dipped over the space between the cups.
“It’s a bra.”
Roark’s big finger ran over the full swells, then hooked around the chain, tugging it up very gently from beneath the cotton.
“I wear one now because I’m… I’m bigger now after Noah.”
“Yes, you are,” he replied, not just noticing the size of my breasts, but my hips, everywhere I’d changed. His head angled from side to side. “How do you take it off?”
Reaching behind me, I unhooked it, let it slide off my shoulders and down my arms. My nipples hardened instantly and the chain pulled downward, making them so sensitive.
He cupped my breasts in his rough palms then. Yes, they were much bigger than before. I wanted to close my eyes, but I needed to see him, see the way his jaw clenched, his thumbs brushed over my nipples.
“They are heavy with milk,” he added. Of course, he could tell the difference in them.
“Some,” I replied, giving over to the pleasure of his hands. “Your son is a greedy boy and I don’t have enough. He also drinks from a bottle.”
When I felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth on my hard tip, I looked down, stared. He suckled gently, watched me as he did so. “Mmm, sweet. I am very jealous of my son, having these all to himself. I like the feel of the ring in my mouth, that you have them, that you won’t ever forget who you belong to.”
It was my turn to tangle my fingers in his hair. “I… I couldn’t get it off. The rings, the chain, it’s stuck.”
“Of course, it is. You’re mine. These are mine.” He gave my breasts a gentle squeeze.
“I’m sure Noah will share them with you.” I whimpered. “Roark, God, they’re so sensitive.”
“I wondered if you could come from me playing with them.”
“Before?” I shrugged. “Now?” I bit my lip when he switched to my other breast. “Definitely.”
“There is much we didn’t get to do together. I want to do them all with you. To you. But now, I need to taste you again. I want you to come all over my tongue.”
He may have been slow before now, even letting me have my way, but his pace quickened as he quickly rid me of my jeans—although he swore at the odd material and fit—and panties. I was spread wide and his mouth was on me before I could even cry out his name.