Page 18 of Mate for the Space Cowboy (Match Made in Space #3)
Chapter Eighteen
HUNTER
Two months later
I find myself frequently checking on Melody and our baby girl. They are safe, and we are all healthy. Those of us who sustained superficial injuries from the fighting with the visitors from Earth are all healthy. Our medical scientists are studying the bacteria that caused the infections, but thus far, it has caused no further issues.
I’ve been out of the hospital for over two months now and savor every moment with Melody and our baby girl. She is healthy and strong, just like her mother.
We are home one afternoon, and Melody finishes nursing. I can’t help the surge of desire when I look over her. Her breasts are plump and full. She glances my way as she stands, pulling her dress back up over her breasts. Her cheeks turn pink when she sees me watching.
“I’ll be right back,” she says. “I’m going to put Emily down for her nap.”
As she walks down the hallway, I watch the swing of her hips. A few minutes later, she returns to the living room, and I beckon her over to me. She crosses the room to stand in front of me where I’m seated on the couch. I ache for her.
Her eyes lock with mine, and our connection pulses between us, sizzling with the power of our desire. She steps between my knees, and I curl my fingers on the soft, stretchy collar of her dress and tug it down. Her breasts spill out. I lean forward to suck on one nipple, then the other. Her skin flushes pink with passion, and she lets out a little whimper when I lean back.
I cup both breasts and tease my thumbs over her now damp nipples. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” I murmur.
She shifts restlessly on her feet, and I know the answer. I release her breasts, leaning back to swiftly free my length. Cum is already rolling out and down my swollen shaft. Melody’s lips are parted. Her tongue darts out, and she licks her lips.
“Take your dress off,” I say.
She steps back and lifts it over her head, where it falls in a rumple on the floor behind her. I love the sweet curves of her body. I savor the little stretch marks along her belly and hips, reminding me of how she carried our baby. She straddles my knees, and I look down. She’s wet for me. I tease my fingers through her folds, gratified as she lets out a little moan when I circle my fingertip around her swollen nub that’s poking out.
“Ride me,” I say.
She does as I ask, rising a little. I feel the slick kiss of her entrance on my thick crown. We watch together when she slowly rolls her hips down, sheathing me in her clenching core. I hold her close, fucking her slowly. I know her body now. I know when she’s beginning to find her release as she trembles and shudders around me.
I fill her with my own release when she collapses against me. She leans back a few moments later. I kiss her. “I love you, and I always will,” I tell her, just like I do every day.