“Wholeheartedly,” I assure her.
She thinks for a moment before nodding to herself. “I’m pregnant.”
My hands still. Time stills. The entire fucking earth comes to a screeching halt on its axis—or at least my world did. “Pregnant?” I rasp.
Seraphine nods, tears dripping from her chin.
“Un don de Dios.” I cup her jaw and tilt her face to mine, swiping away her tears with my thumbs. “We’re going to have a baby?”
“Are you upset?” The look of sheer agony on her face as she waits for my response has my heart beating a staccato rhythm in my chest.
I shake my head. “This baby—our baby—is a gift from God.”
She sniffles. “You mean it?”
Words fail me, so I answer her the only way that feels right—with a kiss. The taste of her tears mingles with something inherently Seraphine as I lick into her mouth. Our tongues slide together, my hands settling reverently on her belly.
“I love you,” I whisper, my lips still moving against hers. “I love you and our baby.”
Seraphine whimpers, but I swallow the sound, deepening our kiss. She pulls away and braces herself with her hands on my shoulders, looking me solidly in the eyes. “I love you, too, Mateo. I…I want this, with you. I need you to know that.”
Grinning like a fool, I slide my hands around from her belly to her ass and stand.
“Wha-where are we going?”
“To celebrate,” I growl as I carry her back to the bedroom, placing her on her feet near the foot of the bed. Even though Desi isn’t home, I shut and lock the door.
Seraphine watches me, an unreadable look on her face, as I prowl the length of floor in front of her like a wild animal.
“This is a weird celebration,” she murmurs, humor lacing her tone.
I whip around to face her and fall to my knees. Sliding my hands beneath the material of her shirt, I press a kiss to her stomach, right below her navel.
“I need to calm myself before touching you,” I confess. I pepper her entire belly with kisses, each one a little hotter than the last. “You’re going to have my child—knowledge like that does something to a man, mariposita.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
I can’t decide if she’s being coy or oblivious. Either way, I rise to my full height and grab her hand, pressing it against my erection.
“Oh,” comes her breathy reply. “Really?”
“Really.”
She squeezes my dick through my sweats and I shamelessly rock into her hand.
“I need you,” I groan.
“I’m here, always.” She releases me and steps away, her words at odds with her actions, until she begins peeling away her clothing until she’s standing completely and totally naked before me. “Have me, Mateo.”
My eyes eat her up, blazing a path that my hands eagerly follow. I trace my fingers over her collarbones, down to her perfect breasts.
She moans at the slightest of contact and before I can think better of it, I lean in and draw her achingly sensitive nipple into my mouth. I lick and suck as she digs her nails into my shoulders and wiggles her hips.
“Feels so good, Mateo, but I need more.”
I drop back down to my knees, kissing my way down her belly before spreading her pussy lips with my thumbs. She’s already wet and ready for me when I dart my tongue out to lick her slit.
“Fuck,” she grinds out. Her legs wobble as I make contact with her clit, swirling my tongue against the sensitized flesh. “Yes!” She tugs on my hair—hard. “Wait, no!”
I pull back and look up at her. “What’s wrong?” I ask, wiping the back of my hand over my lips.
“I can’t wait, I need you to fuck me.”
My lips lift into a faint but indulgent smile as I stand. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, before pushing my sweats down my hips and stepping out of them.
Seraphine reaches for me, but I stop her, pinning both of her wrists to her belly. “Not yet.”
She whimpers softly, as desperate for my touch as I am for hers.
I release her and move past her, crawling onto the bed. I prop myself against the headboard, never once breaking eye contact, even as I stroke my hard length.
“Come here,” I say and she obliges. “Closer.” I pat my lap and she straddles me. “Now listen closely, mariposita. I’m not going to fuck you.”
She parts her lips, no doubt to tell me off, but I lean forward and push my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard until she’s rocking her hips, sliding her wet pussy against my rock-hard cock.
“Please,” she pants, “stop teasing me and fuck me.”
I shake my head back and forth, all the while helping her seat herself on my dick. We both groan as she lowers herself all the way down. “I’m not going to fuck you after you tell me we’re having a baby. No. I’m going to make love to you.”
Her lashes flutter as she rolls her hips in a figure-eight motion, damn near driving me wild.
We move together in complete harmony, meeting one another kiss for kiss, touch for touch, and thrust for thrust until we’re both on the brink of release.
But I need more. I’m not ready for this to end.
Pitching up, I roll us over, pressing our hands into the mattress over Seraphine’s head.
Seraphine stretches beneath me, canting her head to grant me access to the sweet spot between her neck and shoulders. I slide my lips over her sweat-slicked skin, murmuring how much I love her between open-mouthed kisses.
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles together, allowing me to hit that spot deep inside her.
“Fuck, yes.” I grind against her clit on every downstroke, making her clench around me. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
With a trembling hand, she reaches up and cups my cheek. “Te amo.”
Hearing her confess her love for me in my native language does all kinds of things to me.
“Me siento muy bien cuando estoy contigo—I feel so good when I am with you,” I groan, raising up so I can see the pleasure playing out on her beautiful face.
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, panting hard.
“This is forever—we are forever, mariposita.” I thrust into her, palming her belly with my hands.
“Yes-yes-yes, always.” She lifts her hips, meeting me thrust-for-thrust.
The feeling of her pulsing around me is more than I take. “Come for me,” I murmur, pinching her clit hard enough to send her screaming over the edge, with me right behind her.
It pains me to pull out of Seraphine, but I do. My body instantly misses the heat of hers.
And judging from the small whimper as I roll to lie beside her, she’s mourning the loss of contact, too.
“You good?” I murmur, stroking her hair away from her face.
She blinks. “I was nervous to tell you. Like, really nervous. I wasn’t really…I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest. But it definitely wasn’t jubilant happiness and a few orgasms—not that I’m complaining.”
I can’t help but grin at her stammering reply. “We should celebrate!”
Seraphine rolls to face me. “Pretty sure my thighs are still sticky from our celebration.”