Chapter 38

"Arms up." He ordered, skimming his fingers up her bare knees and then beneath the hem of that dress to her inner thighs.

Just his touch alone was igniting a fire inside of her, every nerve-ending of her body sparking to create an inferno. She chewed her bottom lip nervously and hesitantly reached her arms up above her head, allowing him to push the dress up, over, and off, leaving her clad in cotton white panties and bra. They didn't match, but they were at least the same color. She really didn't need any color showing through the white of the dress. Her panties rested just above her small bump and the bra molded to her breasts perfectly, which were tender from the pregnancy. They HURT at first, but now it was just a dull ache and she was able to wear bras without being in pain anymore.

It was all normal – just her body changing and adapting to the baby growing inside of her. Drew captured her lips again and made his way down her body a second time, unhooking her bra in the front since the clasp was located there, and freed her breasts from the confines of the cotton material. Her breasts weren't getting larger, not yet, that would probably come later down the road. However, when he slid his palms up her ribs and just beneath her breasts, he gathered they were experiencing the same sensitivity as the rest of her luscious body. Drew kissed his way down her throat, taking his time to reacquaint himself with her, nimble fingers now gently teasing her nipples.

"If I hurt ye, let me ken." He ordered right before running his tongue along her collarbone.

He had never been with, as far as he knew, a woman who was pregnant.

"Mmmhmm…" There was no way this man could hurt her as she arched her body into his touch and mouth, which was currently venturing down between the valley of her breasts and back up again. His mouth took one nipple to swirl it around his tongue, making her shudder against him before moving to the other one, giving it the same treatment. "Oh god…" She breathed out, closing her eyes to relish the attention Andrew was giving her. It felt like her body was dying of thirst and he was the only relief, the only oasis to quench it. The only way to quell the raging fire inside of her. "Andrew, please…" Tressa didn't know if she'd be able to handle foreplay, not with how sensitive her body was and the way it quaked and writhed. "Please, take me, I need you…"

"Patience, lass…" He rumbled, kissing his way down her gently heaving body.

Drew made sure to pay extra special attention to her bump, a hand gently caressing her side. Not that he would say this out loud since she was already having body issues, but Drew couldn't wait to see her blown up with his baby. The very mental picture was sexy as hell and he growled against her flushed skin. If she was this way now, this impatient, he could only imagine how she would be once he was done tasting her, lowering himself further until he was between her thighs.

He was going to torture her! Tressa felt his fingers hook in the waistband of her panties to remove them, sliding them down her legs. She managed to shave them, so they were smooth as a baby's bottom at the moment. Veet would be in her very near future because, once she did blow up, she wouldn't be able to shave regularly.

"Andrew…" She hissed out, burying her fingers in his long black hair as his tongue, lips, and teeth nipped and licked her inner thighs.

They were trembling against him, quivering, and she couldn't stop it, her pussy already drenched. When his head finally delved between her thighs to taste her, feeling his tongue glide up the length of her clit, Tressa's eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as it tipped back on the plaid, soft whimpers and moans escaping her. If she thought he was incredible before, she was in for an experience tenfold.

Damn right he was going to torture her! It had been quite some time, for the both of them, and there was no way he was going to rush this, not when he didn't know if they'd be together intimately again anytime soon. He had a feeling with her moving to Tampa, and that she had 'missed this', the odds were in his favor, but still…no man in his right mind was passing up on her delicious pussy. Pregnancy had definitely changed some things, like the way she tasted, her juices were sweeter and he was attributing that to the mass amounts of pineapple she ate. Greedily, he began coaxing her towards orgasm, knowing more of that sweet nectar would be his reward.

The odds were DEFINITELY in his favor.

She would not sleep with another man besides Drew, not while pregnant with his child. Honestly, she didn't want anyone else. He was at the forefront of her mind and, every time she passed by him at work, her heart rate accelerated. The looks he gave her, whether he meant them to be or not, were smoldering and it made her weak in the knees. Her body was worked up, so it did not take long for her to reach her climax, those hot, sweet juices flowing out of her and into his mouth. Instead of pulling back, Drew slid two fingers inside of her, being gentle, and held her down because her hips BUCKED against him.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out, her breathing labored, and released his hair to grip her own, not wanting to rip his out of his skull. "Fuck, oh fuck!" Holding her down just made the moment more intense and she could already feel her second climax building, going out of her mind with desire. She was drowning in ecstasy.

He didn't stop coaxing those delicious orgasms out of her, not until in her heightened state of ecstasy, she WAS ripping HIS hair out, both trying to stop him and encouraging him on. Her body was beyond sensitive and he was preying on it, bringing her higher and higher and draining her each time she gushed for him. When just his breath was causing her hips to jerk, Drew chuckled huskily and began kissing his way up her body, giving her time to cool down before they got to the main event so to speak.

"Ye taste heavenly, mo'leannan." He informed her, brushing his lips against hers.

When she opened her mouth to him, he let her taste herself on his tongue, growling with desire when she actually sucked on his tongue. The taste of herself on his tongue was incredible; everything was better now that she wasn't drunk or tipsy. This was completely sober, and she wished their first time could have been sober. It was outstanding, but this was on another level. She moaned in his mouth, feeling him pull back to break the kiss, and reached down between them to unfasten his shorts, her eyes locking with his. Stormy grey on dark blues…it was like a midnight sky was trying to clash against a raging storm. Tressa kissed him again, pulling him back down on top of her, and used her feet to push his shorts all the way down, feeling him kick them to the side gently.

"Make love to me, my Highlander." She purred against his lips, gasping when his cock brushed against her very sensitive sex and Tressa knew this would be both a mixture of pain and pleasure, ready for whatever this Scotsman had to offer her. "Mmm, Andrew…"

The pain she felt was due to her state of heightened sensitivity, the very best kind of pain there was. "Aye, your Highlander, lass." He chuckled, very slowly sliding into her thoroughly ready, welcoming body. Drew didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside of her, his eyes closing at the feeling of being fully enveloped by her once more. "It's been a bit of a long time for me, Tressa…give me a moment." So he didn't pop his cork like some first-time teenager.

Not helping was the fact that all those orgasms had left her pussy still on the spasming side and he could feel every last involuntary twitch. A new wave of warmth flooded through her at that confession. Did that mean he hadn't taken another woman to bed except her? She wouldn't have blamed him if he did – he was an Adonis and no doubt had women throwing themselves at him on an almost daily basis.

"Christ…" Tressa could barely breathe, gripping his strong arms, and did her very best not to move, not to urge him on.

She didn't want this to be over in two minutes either and KNEW Andrew had amazing control. Her insides felt like they were burning from being stretched and she amazingly forgot how well-endowed this man was. Tressa didn't realize it, but her nails had dug into his skin a little, leaving half-shaped crescent moons. Little crescent moons he would proudly bare, she could have shredded him with those fingernails and he wouldn't have minded. It meant he had done something right by his woman. Ah hell, not the time to be having those thoughts, sex always made things a bit complicated. Finally, when Drew knew he wasn't going to embarrass himself or disappoint her, he began moving, taking his time, and smiled down at her, feeling her rolling her hips up to meet him. Much better and it felt so right with her, he hadn't been to bed with anyone except her since they had taken up.

His tongue, lips, and teeth were amazing, but feeling him fill her to capacity was indescribable. "Yes, oh…yes…" This was exactly what she needed, this feeling, this intimacy, and met him for every thrust he produced inside of her.

She cried out softly from how incredible he felt, their lips meeting to try to keep the noise level down. They were outside and, even though he had a large gate surrounding them, that didn't nix the sounds they were making. Tressa clung to him, already feeling her over-sensitive body building that release, reaching her end, and did everything in her power to hold back. It made her whimper, her face contorting in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her nails raking down his back the harder, deeper, and faster he drove in and out of her.

Drew could care less who heard her singing out his praises, or hers coming from his own lips. They could listen in, take notes and maybe go home having learned a thing or two. "Dinnae hold back, let go," He urged, his hands moving to her hips and helped her probably tired body by gently but firmly pulling her to meet his thrusts. "Cum for me again, mo'leannan." And again and again, his mind added, wanting to feel that exquisite pleasure of her cumming around his cock, it really had been far too long.

Tressa shook her head, defying him and herself, only for her body to betray what she wanted to happen. Her walls milked him again, wrapping him in a warm, tight wet cocoon, and Drew rode it out, growling his pleasure in her ear. "Oh god, oh god!" She cried out, her entire body being rocked, and was sure she'd pass out, the oxygen leaving her body. Then, Drew pulled out of her aching core and gently shifted her to where she was on all fours in front of him, plunging right back into her tight depths. This was the best position for a pregnant woman and Tressa dug her nails into the plaid, pressing her forehead against the material, and pushed back against Drew, not bothering to hold back her loudness. "Andrew, please! I-I can't…ANDREW!"

"Ye can, now give me another one!" He ordered, lightly slapping her ass before using his palm to rub the red spot he left behind as he plummeted in and out of her tight, little body. While waiting for a flight, Drew read an online article about sex while pregnant. Apparently on all fours, or laying on the side, would be the most comfortable the further pregnancy progressed. "Another, one more, Tres…" One more, he just wanted to feel her milking him, gushing for him, once more, and then he'd let himself fill her with his seed.

There was no way she could deny this sexy Scotsman a thing and could already feel her body caving into his demands, that accented voice deep and low. Whipping her head back, she let herself completely go, surrendering every last drop her body could muster up, and shrieked his name in her release, which triggered another one with the explosion he erupted inside of her. She collapsed on top of the plaid in a sweaty, wheezing heap, coughing, trying to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest.

"G-God b-breathe, b-breathe…" She stammered out, knowing she just put her body through the wringer with this man and felt him spoon up beside her, taking his hand to place it over her heart. "F-Feel that? T-That's w-what you d-do to m-me…" She lost count of how many times she climaxed for him, surrendered to him, and honestly, Tressa wanted to be claimed by him completely.

If only she would get over her fear over what happened to Joseph…she wanted to be happy and knew Drew could, if she only let him in.

"Ye do the same to me." He chuckled harshly, kissing the back of her neck, and closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensations coursing through him from the aftermath of their lovemaking. Making a noise that could have been a purr of contentment, he tightened his grip on her though not to the point of hurting her, and kissed her shoulder blade. "Laying ye out on a plaid in the heather was one of me finer fantasies…they dinnae always play out so well." He joked, sort of also admitting he had some daydreams of a sexual nature involving her.

"Good, I'm glad I-I could make that a r-reality for you, Highlander." Tressa reached up to caress his face with her hand and shifted to lay on her back with him staring down at her. She leaned up to softly brush her lips against his and moved back on her side because laying on her back was very uncomfortable at the moment. "I don't…" Shutting her eyes, Tressa let the warm breeze blow over her and felt Drew's arm tighten slightly, knowing she had his undivided attention. "You're not a rebound to me, Andrew. And this is more than just sex between us, at least it is for me. I don't know how you're feeling about this, but…fuck." This was hard for her to say. "I feel happy when I'm with you…and I don't know why. Even with the times we slept together during that month, before I found out I was pregnant, I could feel a connection between us and…I ignored it because I was scared. I'm still scared…but being away from you and ignoring how I feel…I don't like it. I don't want to ignore it anymore."

Slowly, he guided her over until she was on her back. He was still on his side only now he was propped up on his arm, staring down at her. Drew couldn't keep the small smile off his face as he considered her. It wasn't so long ago that he had said that it would happen when she least expected it to. He just hadn't imagined it would also be something he definitely wasn't expecting either.

"I feel the same." He confessed, both to her and himself. Drew hadn't been letting his mind consider those possibilities just because he had known it wouldn't end well.

"You do? Really?"

At his firm nod, with no hesitation, Tressa felt her heart do a funny leap and swallowed hard, that fear threatening to overtake her. Instead, she fought it off and cupped his bearded face to softly brush her lips against his, feeling those familiar tingles rush through her. She didn't love him, not yet, but her feelings were definitely growing for him. Or maybe she already did love him and refused to admit that to herself.

One step at a time – baby steps.

"I want to try this. I want to date you. Exclusively." Tressa did not share with others and saw the smirk curve his lips, smacking his chest lightly. "You know what I mean, Andrew. I want to be with you and give this a true chance. I will always love Joseph, but he's not here anymore and I know he'd want me to be happy. You make me happy and I believe he's been guiding me toward you for a while. I was just too stubborn to realize it until now." Taking the ring off her left finger, the diamond that signified her as a married woman, she set it on the plaid and shut her eyes, feeling…light and free for the first time in what felt like forever.