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So this is the companion lemon to Chapter 18 - Petals in my main story, Scarlet Dreams. I hope you lemon lovers like it :D

Chapter 18

Forgiveness
(Petals)

Seth's Point of View

I stare blankly at the front door, the same front door my one and only walked out of after yet another fight. What was wrong with us? Why did we fight so much? Sam and Emily have never fought, not to the extent where one of them leaves the house to calm down. They practically make up right after they've done shouting. So I stood in the entryway, still gazing at the door, panicking because I had no idea what she would do. Ever since she left me the first time, taking my baby with her, I've been doing everything I can to make sure that she never does it again and scared at the possibility that I could happen again. But then, she told me that she was just going to the grocery store. She was telling em the truth, right? I mean, she wouldn't lie and then get on the next available flight, right? No. No I had to trust her, even though it was nearly impossible for me to do that after what she did...

She kissed him.

She kissed Ollie.

And she kept it from me...

She told me that she was sleeping. Why would she lie. Did she want to hurt me? No. No, I don;t think so. I saw her face when I confronted her about it. She looked so remorseful, so hurt just because she knew she hurt me. I knew that this imprint pulled at her just as much as me and she feels bad for hurting me just like I would if the roles were reversed, so no, she didn't mean to hurt me. For all I know, he could have ambushed her and I know that love can't just...shut off. I know that she still has feelings for him, despite how much I despise that fact. He was her first love. It was probably impossible to forget him, or stop loving him.

It wasn't like he dumped her either. He died. He left her against his will and he still loves her. I took Izzie's advice and thought about this in his shoes and I know that it must be hard to watch the one you love in someone else's arms, kissing him, loving him, having his children! But she was my soul mate. I was the one who imprinted on her and who is destined and made for her, not him. He was just going to have to accept that fact and keep his filthy bloodsucking hands off my girl, my pregnant girl!

Thinking about that and what could have happened made me shake a little. He could have hurt her, he could have damaged the babies and I would have had to kill him for that. For not only taking my babies away from Izzie and me but for hurting Izzie in the worst possible way! You could have been bind and still see the bond she has over her bump, over our babies. Seeing her all quiet and stroking her stomach while I got ready to join her in bed was amazing. She was oblivious to this world and her surroundings, being one with her babies, feeling them kick within her. It must be an amazing feeling to feel, to know that something was growing inside you. I almost envied her...just not the child birth.

There was no way I was going to ever be able to endure that. Yeah, I would be by her side, holding her hand and breathing with her, being what every father-to-be had to be and to be the best birthing partner in the history of birthing partners but to actually be the one in labour? Nuh-uh! No way. Women are brave and strong in that sense, to be able to go through all that. Some pass out, yeah, and I hope Izzie doesn't so that I can see her face when she holds them for the first time but I know that she would be devastatingly exhausted. I couldn't imagine pushing out one, let alone two! She's the bravest girl I know and she was mine.

And I was hers. I would always be hers, to the end of time. She was the only one I see. And when I lost her for those few months, I just about died. I was just an empty shell, always worrying, always wondering if she was okay and the babies. I wish I could have gone to that first scan with her, to see my babies as they were growing inside her. I wanted to take pride in that with her, not wallow in my self-pity for losing her from a distance. I practically had the first scan picture glued to my hand. I would never go anywhere without it and even then, I didn't really go anywhere. I just curled up into a ball and just...cried...non-stop. I wanted her back soo much It killed me inside to not have her there with me, holding her in my arms and protecting her like I was supposed to. If I had just kept my mouth shut about him, after knowing that it was a sensitive subject for her, she would have never have left and neither of us would have had to go through everything we have.

I can remember when I got to the point of desperation and couldn't go another day without seeing her. I felt like I was rotting away inside. I hadn't eaten or drank anything for eight days before hand but I felt a surge of power from somewhere when I resolved to go after her...

(Flashback)

I was curled in my usual ball on the couch in my room, unmoving, hardly breathing and starving myself to death all because she wasn't here with me. I need her like I need air to breathe, like I need water to survive but, like she took them with her, I was slowly dying and this just about tore my family inside.

Leah stood at the doorway, crying silently to herself. I didn't know if she knew I knew this, or even if she knew if I was paying attention to my surroundings but I knew she was there and worrying sick for my health. I just couldn't find the will to move or eat or drink. I was nothing without her here. It even hurt to think of her name, even though she was the only thing I could think about. I couldn't get her out my head. Her soft, peachy skin; her smooth, plump lips caressing mine in a sweet kiss; her warm, small body wrapped up in my arms; the soothing lullaby that only the heartbeats of my unborn children could provide; the calming, reassuring sound of her breathing, telling me that she was there, alive and safe, with me and knowing that nothing could take her away from me. I missed it all, and craved more than anything to get it back. To have her back with me.

It hurt to think that she could have just easily have moved on, being wrapped up in someone else's arms, giving that person the warmth that he probably didn't deserve. My Baby has always been able to see the good in people, even if they were the baddest people of earth. She could be with a total psycho, or a serial killer, or a rapist, and she would never know because she was too blind by the good that she was ore than likely imagining.

The thought of her being in so much danger made me panic and shoot straight up on the couch, startling Leah and Emily who had just joined her and causing them to gasp loudly, charging up to me in a panic of their own.

"Seth?" Leah called, worriedly, wrapping my face in her grasp. I pulled away, looking out at nothing, only seeing glimpses of my Baby being in worst case scenarios – being hit, being murdered, being *gulp* raped. "Seth! Look at me! What's wrong? Oh God, Emily go get Sam. Get Jake, he's scaring me!"

Emily ran out the room in a flurry, shouting for Sam who I could hear in the backyard with my other brothers. I couldn't get the images of my Baby in danger out of my head, seeing them right in front of my eyes and not the room in reality. Leah was shaking me now. I couldn't snap out of it. And it was scaring me with every image that shot past. I followed my Baby as she ran away from strangers as if it was all happening in my room and I shouted out to her like she could hear me. That only scared Leah more, pushing her over the edge until she was screaming for Sam, Jacob, anyone. I just wanted to tell her to shut up so I could concentrate on my Baby in front of me but I couldn't for the words. I couldn't get my throat to work past the lump in my throat.

Rougher, harder hands shook me now and I vaguely heard Sam shouting my name in my ear as I watched the scene in front of me. Jacob's voice called out but nothing, no one could make me snap out of it. I wanted to more than ever, to not watch anymore but I watched helplessly as my Baby fell over the curb after running across the road, landing smack bang onto her stomach.

I shouted out in horror as I sprung to my feet, staring fixated on my carpet as my Baby lay there, clutching her stomach with a grimace. There was blood staining her jeans...

"Sam, Jake, you have to do something. He's losing his mind!" Quil shouted, terrified.

"Seth! Look at me, damn it! What are you looking at? There's nothing there! Please, pup, look at me?" Jake was begging now. I've never seen him beg before. He must be desperate for me to snap out of it but I just didn't know how. I was disgusted with the scene in front of me, watching on as no one helped my Baby as she practically miscarried with our children. I had to do something. I had to help her!

And I was off, vaguely seeing myself push passed Leah and the others, jumping out y bedroom window and phasing on the fly. I took off running, faster than I ever have before, using the images of my Baby as fuel to propel me forward, towards her. The mere thought of seeing her again was fuel enough.

Seth! Stop! You can't! Sam shouted at me, pleading but I ignored him, my mind set on seeing her again. My life depended on it.

Oh, just let him go see her! He's dying, Jake! Please? Leah begged on my behalf but Jake was having none of it, propelling after me with intentions of stopping me.

Seth, don't make me do this, please? Jake spoke, sternly but softly. I ignored him, already half way to Jacksonville. She was all I could see and I could feel the sympathy and worry excluding from my brothers and sister's minds. Seth, she doesn't want to see you, you're going make this harder for yourself when she sends you away again!

I don't care. I need to. I need to see her, Jake. I'm nearly there. I pleaded, only half aware I was doing so.

Dude, we know this is hard but Jake's right. You need to stop! Embry spoke, concerned. They were catching up to me now and I wished I could go faster but the days of neglect upon myself were wearing on me. I could feel my energy slipping and my breathing was almost hyperventilation.

Seth! Please? You're going to do yourself no good! Don't do this, little Brother! Leah screamed, crying mentally.

I was nearly there, just a few hundred miles and I'll be able to see her again. I'm coming, Baby, I thought.

SETH, STOP RIGHT NOW! Jacob bellowed in his alpha baritone and I couldn't have hated anyone more so than him right now as my claws dug into the ground . Simultaneously, I slammed into the ground under the weight of the command. I heard Jacob whimper slightly in guilt through his thoughts. I'm so sorry, Seth...I couldn't let you go there. I'm sorry.

Go to hell, Jacob. I growled, whimpering as I tried to get up but the command was still heavy.

I'm sorry... He whimpered as he finally caught up to me with the others on his flanks. I saw myself through their eyes and I was a mess. I couldn't bring myself to care though. My fur was shaggy and matted. I was dirty from being lying on the floor, twigs and leaves stuck in my hair. Seth, please, come home. Don't do this...

Jake...I need to see her...Please...let me go...Please...I whined, helplessly. He whimpered, along with the others because they can feel everything I'm feeling.

No, was all he said, leaving it final and heartbreaking. Slowly, I got to my feet, ignoring the invisible barrier that was in place, preventing me taking another step towards Jacksonville.

I didn't run home. I was exhausted. I couldn't if I even wanted to. And I didn't want to. I didn't want to go back to the place where she was absent. My feet dragged as my head hung towards the ground, almost trailing my nose along the floor like my tails was behind me. I thought about everything I was leaving behind, once again and I just crumbled, landing in a huge heap in the middle of the forest. Leah and Jake came charging up to me, whimpering and nudging my head with their muzzles but I just cried. Phasing back into my human form, I curled up like I had some many times before and cried. Just cried. My whole heart out...as everyone watched on helplessly...

(End of Flashback)

I sighed and cringed at the memory. I usually shied away from all and any memories from that time but Izzie walking out just now brought it all back. I couldn't lose her again. Never again. I had to make shouting at her up to her again, even though she hurt me too. I would look passed all that she's done because I love her and I need her in my life.

With that resolution in mind, I got to work. I knew that her favourite flower and essence was lavender. The memory of when she saw lavender flowers in my mother's front garden that day came to mind and I smiled, running to the corner shop to purchase a dozen lavenders. I got home in a matter of ten minutes, praying that she wasn't home yet. She wasn't luckily and I got straight back to work, stripping the petals off the lavender flowers and sprinkling them in a straight line that led right up the stairs, along the hallway and right into our room. I scattered the remaining lavender petals across the bed, knowing that she loved that sort of thing. I really needed to make this up to her.

I found some candles. Being creative, I placed some all along the edges of the stairs, going up. I placed some on the dinning table and loads all around our room. Lighting them all in the bedroom, I heard the familiar hum of her car and I sighed I relief, happy to have her returning home to me. I ran downstairs at super human speed and turned off the lights on the lower levels, hoping that she didn't see. I glanced out the window and saw that she hadn't and was busy picking the groceries out the back of the car. I took a deep breath and lit the candles in the downstairs before the ones on the stairs and I made my way back to the bedroom.

I heard her come in as soon as I sat myself on the end of the bed, picking up a candle, absent-mindedly as I waited for her to come to me. I heard her call my name throughout the house a few times and I wanted more than anything to go to her, to hug and kiss her but there was time for that and I stayed exactly where I was. A few minutes later, I hear her light footstep of the stairs, following the lavender petals right to me. I grinned, my heart swelling with every step she took towards me.

I took a deep breath as I heard her hand on the door knob, slowly turning as I made myself look relaxed and played with the candle in my hands. I was nervous though, far from relaxed and I had no idea why. She was my girlfriend, my soul mate, I shouldn't be this nervous but she just makes me that way. She's amazing. Beautiful. Sexy. Kind. Loving. Caring. Intelligent. And Mine.

I looked up, smiling bashfully as she peered in as if she had no idea what she was going to find. She seemed slightly relieved when she saw me sitting here and I bet she was as nervous as I was. She seemed as sorry as I was too. I smiled wider, replacing the candle in it's holder before getting to my feet and making a grand gesture with my hands around the room. I stared at her, lovingly and took in her brilliance, still slightly disbelieving that this beautiful creature is mine.

After a while, she grinned and spoke, "This is so cheesy..."

My heart would have dropped if it wasn't for the totally awed expression on her face and the light chuckle that came out her mouth. I chuckled too, making my way over to her. I craved having her in my arms the longer she stood before me. I stopped just in front of her. It was torture not touching her when she was so close but I managed it. "Too much?" I asked, nervously . She grinned, mischievously but also a little hesitant.

"Depends...what message are you trying to get across?"

"Forgiveness." I answered, automatically and final, putting as much sincerity and love into my voice as I could so that she knew I was serious. "I forgive you." She smiled, looking relieved.

"Then no...It's not too much." she whispered. She beckoned me towards her and I obeyed without hesitance, hugging her tightly to me, minding not to crush her stomach in the process. She seemed disbelieving when she asked, "Why do you forgive me so easily?"

Good question... "You're a hard person to keep a grudge against. You don't play fair." I paused, taking a deep breath and continued in the next second, "And you're with me...not him. If you wanted him, you would have left with him. You didn't and you're here, now, with me. That's all the reassurance I need to know that you're mine. I can...I can trust you because I know it's me that you'll be coming home to. I mean...I-It was just...a kiss, right?" I had to know this. I had to know if he touched her any other way. I worried that she would say no.

"A meaningless kiss, I promise." she replied without hesitance or uncertainty. I smiled, nodding and sighed in relief as I clutched her closer.

Knowing that, I had to lighten this mood for what I wanted. "Besides, who wouldn't want to kiss those perfectly soft, plump lips?" I chuckled. She smiled to herself and the mood was officially lifted. She kissed my chest and I rested my cheek on the top of her head, happy again. She looked around the room again.

"You realise this room is a fire hazard, right?" she said, sternly but I knew she didn't mean it, kinda, by the smile on her face. I chuckled and shrugged. She moved away from me and went to the bed, peering down at it with a small smile before she picked up a handful and brought them to her face, taking in the essence. I smiled at her.

"Do you like the lavender theme?" I asked, moving towards her next to the bed. She smiled up at me.

"I love the lavender theme..." she agreed, turning to stare at me, smiling sweetly. "You sure know how to charm a girl."

"Only one." I replied, chuckling as I shook my head.

"Who? Bella?" she teased, laughing. Oh, she's teasing now, huh? I shook my head, laughing too.

"I think you know who."

She gasped, catching me off guard slightly before she asked, "Emily? Oh Seth, she's getting married soon! How dare you!" she scolded, laughing.

I laughed again, shaking my head as I pounded at her playfully, making sure not to hurt her or the babies as I laid her softly onto the bed. The mood swiftly turned gentle and tender as I just smiled, staring at her below me. I moved so I was laid beside her, propping myself up on my elbow as I caressed her other cheek with my free hand. She kissed it, leaning subconsciously into my touch as she did so.

Oh, how I much I wanted to kiss her...but would she want me to after the way I shouted at her earlier? One way to find out...I stared her right in the eyes and asked, softly, "Can I kiss you yet?"

"That, again, depends...do I deserve a kiss?" she asked herself. I raised my eyebrows in surprised. Of course she deserved one. She deserved so much more than that. She smiled and I smiled in return, thinking that she was going to let me. Then we both yawned. "We should go to bed." Oh, no she doesn't...

Not without a kiss." I stipulated, smiling cheekily. She smiled back, frowning playfully.

She grabbed me by the sides of my neck, pulling me towards her, slowly. She made me stop within an inch of her mouth, teasingly so. She looked so remorseful when she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I did to you." I sighed, shaking my head. Silly girl, you're already forgiven, I thought as I closed the distance between us and placed a gentle, tender kiss on her precious lips, relishing in the feeling her mere lips gave me. I felt like I was floating whenever I kissed her. It was like I was in...heaven. And I was the luckiest guy in there, kissing this gorgeous angel that sends my head in a spin.

I gripped her hands, bringing them up above her head as I moved above her, being careful to keep all my weight off her and the babies. I trailed my hands down her arms, never breaking the kiss as my hands found the hem of her shirt, lifting her up from the bed slightly so I could lift it off, slowly. Then, my hands were moving again, placing her back down on the bed as I caressed her sides, softly, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch and the way she seemed to shiver subconsciously as I did so. Her eyes closed as I lent down, kissing my way down her chest, bypassing her bra to her waist, my lips as light as feathers across her skin. She deserves to be worshipped and worshipped she was going to be.

As my lips kissed over her stomach, I felt something and a second later, Izzie said, "Feel," grabbing my hands and placing them at the points where I felt them the first time. I smiled, totally blissed out as I felt them move beneath my hands. If it felt like this on the outside, I couldn't even imagine how Izzie felt, feeling them on the inside. I felt like I wanted to cry and to shield that fact from her, I kissed both points under my hands, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of happiness and determination I had in that moment.

I looked up and was totally serious when I vowed, "I'm going to keep you safe, I promise. I'm going to to keep you all safe." She looked in awe and nodded. I kissed her lips again and went to pull away but she kept me there, kissing me deeper.

I started where I left off, sliding my hands down her sides and kissing her chest. She lifted her arms above her head again, giving me free reign and total control and I've never felt so powerful before. But that didn't last long as we both got to our knees and she climbed onto my lap, our lips still connected, only fiercer.

Then I had a thought, followed by worry. "You know, we shouldn't be doing this..." I began to say but she cut me off with more kissing. I tried to get out what I wanted to say between them. "Not with...you so...close to...birth and all...that.

"Did you know...that sex can...induce labour?" I finished, matter-of-factly and she pulled back from me, looking utterly amused.

"Have you been reading baby books again?" she asked, trying not to laugh. I chuckled, mentally. Dang, she got me! I thought. I had to brush up on things if I want to be a good dad, right?

I smiled, widely as I answered, "Maybe..." before placing my lips back on hers, kissing her slowly and tenderly. She moaned softly and I don't even think she knew she did it.

"Anyway…It says it…induces labour…not that you're…not allowed to…do it." she contradicted, again through each kiss. I smiled cheekily again, loving the sound of that and laid on my back, pulling her on top of me. I couldn't be crushing the babies during this. No way! She smiled back, raising her eyebrow. I got worried again.

"But...But is it...safe...for...them?" I asked, hesitant and worried, glancing down at her belly and kissing it. She smiled.

"I trust you to handle me with love and care, Baby. You could never put me or the kids in danger. I trust you."

With that, I felt my heart swell with pride and love and devotion and I kissed her again, softly.

In a matter of seconds, she was ripping my buttons open and kissing my chest. I didn't have to take hers off seen as though I'd already done it. My hands were everywhere, suddenly unable to keep them to myself anymore. I wanted her. I wanted her bad!

"Izzie..." I breathed and she kissed up my chest, connecting with my lips again in a heated kiss. I moaned, feeling her tongue infiltrate my mouth, fighting for dominance of mine but she wasn't having it. I fought back, winning as my own tongue slid into her mouth, eliciting the most delicious moan from her. It egged me on, sitting up to put her on my back before I broke away, kneeling in front of her, between her legs, looking down at her bra covered chest. That would change soon but right now, there was more pressing matters to attend to. I went directly to the waistband of her jeans, flicking the button open before glancing at her in question. She smiled and nodded, looking at me through lust filled eyes as I unzipped and pulled her jeans down her thighs, kissing down them both as I went, agonizingly slow. She was writhing beneath me, just how I liked it. I knew she was enjoying herself.

I pulled the jeans completely off, taking my time to kiss her from her toes up to her hips, repeating the gesture with her other leg before trailing my lips up to hers, kissing her deeply, making her moan once again. Her hands trailed up and down my torso, tracing my muscles as my lips played with her earlobe, biting it lightly to make her groan and buck her hips into me, making me groan in turn when her hot core brushed against my throbbing length. God, I could feel how wet she was, even with both materials from her panties and my jeans between us. Two pieces of thin material that were going to disappear in the next few minutes, I thought to myself, making myself grin at it.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Clearwater?" Izzie moaned from beneath me, breathing heavily as my lips caressed the swells of her breasts. I just hummed, taking my time with my answer...

"I'm thinking I'm going to enjoy worshipping every inch of your body. I'm thinking I'm going to love it when your writhing under me while I make you feel like you're floating on the highest cloud." I whispered, huskily into her ear, making her shiver at my words. "Most of all, I'm thinking that I can't wait to have myself buried deep within you, making you scream for more..."

"Oh God...Seth...Please..." she moaned, breathlessly, bucking under me, helplessly. I grinned and held her hips, ceasing her movements as my mouth went to the front clasp of her bra. Whoever invented the front clasp was a genius and whoever made Izzie buy this is a saint as I knew that she would never buy something so sexy and...well, not there, herself.

I made an easy job of the clasp and nuzzled the material out the way, heading straight for the peaks. I watched her expression as I licked her nipple, lightly, the slightest touch. She gasped, moaning loudly as she tried to buck again, breathing breathlessly as she looked down at me.

"What, Baby? Tell me." I whispered, watching her as she moaned again when I kissed around her nipple.

"God, Seth...So...so...s-sensitive..." she whimpered. I grinned. Of course, she was pregnant, meaning they were very, VERY sensitive. Oh this was going to be gooood...

I grinned up at her, making her eyes widen in anticipation as my lips trailed around her peak, making it harder, if that was even possible, before licking it again. She moaned, throatily and I kept doing it, grinning at the fact that I was getting this reaction from her...that I was the one making her react like this. I sucked slightly, right next to the peak, making her gasp and fidget in pleasure. I kissed from the peak of her right breast, across the valley between them and up to the peak on her left before repeating everything I administrated on the right, earning pretty much the same reaction, though it made me feel even more powerful to have this hold over her. It was making my wolf rejoice, as well as my heart.

"Seth...please...please!" she whispered, though I think she thought she was shouting. It was adorable and sexy at the same time and I had to smile, bringing my lips back up to hers in a light kiss. She moaned at the contact. "Seth..."

"What, Baby? Tell me what you want." I murmured, skimming my nose all across her face, taking in her essence. "Tell me, Baby..."

"Nrgh...Seth...I want...I want..."

"What? You want what, Sweetie?"

"I want more...I want you. Seth, please...stop teasing me." she begged, desperately.

I growled...

I actually growled.

She gasped as my lips clasped over her nipple, biting slightly and she cried out in pleasure, arching up to me as I tackles the belt on my cut offs. I licked over her nipple, soothing away any pain I may have caused her before moving over to the other and doing the exactly same thing, gaining the exact same reaction. My shorts were at my knees now and I had to kick them off, hardly jostling her beneath me as my tongue dived into her navel. She sucked her stomach in as if it would have done any good what with the babies fighting against her efforts and I smiled when I felt a light kick under my hands again. God, there was nothing like it...

"Seth, please?" she shouted, breathlessly and I growled again. I couldn't help it. She and she alone brought the wolf out in me and I had to have her. I leaned up to kiss her once more before shifting back to sit up on my knees, pulling her further down the bed, ready for me.

There was one more thing stopping me...

Her panties tore from her hips, exposing herself fully to me and I had to sit back and just...look. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Nothing gets any better than this. This sight before me was perfect and heavenly. I didn't want to be anywhere else other than right here.

I leaned down, burying my nose into her neatly kept curls, inhaling her delicious scent, making my mouth water with thirst. I flicked my tongue out, catching her explosive taste in my mouth, not helping the moan that escaped my mouth. It being echoed by er very own moan as I dipped my tongue into her folds, hitting her sensitive nub perfectly. I sucked gently, licking over the nub until she was crying out, begging for me to stop teasing once again. I didn't listen this time though, enjoying her taste too much to tear myself away. I lifted her hips some more, closer to me as I licked down to her entrance, circling it with my tongue before delving right in, making her buck up into my face in need while a light, 'Seth,' escaped her mouth. I pumped her with my tongue a couple of times, collecting her nectar before pulling out and licking back up to her nub, where I bite down, gently, making her gasp and cry out again. I licked it once more to sooth the pain before I trailed my kisses all the way back up to her lips where she held me, kissing me deeper than she ever has before, moaning at the taste of herself on my tongue.

She pulled back an inch so that she could look at me with eyes filled with so much love, I just about felt my heart explode. We were bother breathing heavily, panting really. She kissed me once, twice on the lips, so tenderly that I felt it right down to my toes before she murmured, "Make love to me, Seth. I need to know once and for all that you forgive me..."

And with that, I slid into her, slowly, filling her up inch by inch until I was completely sheathed in her warmth, feeling high. Very high. We both moaned, softly as I stilled in her, sitting back up on my knees, pulling her with me and sitting on the bed, sitting her in my lap, still connected and thrilled by the immense warmth surrounding me. She pushed me back so that I was lying down, still not moving inside her until she rocked her hips, sliding off me a little bit and pushing back on. I groaned, softly, throwing my head back into the pillow from the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

"Oh...so good...Seth, you feel so good." she whimpered, rocking slightly and slowly still. I just hummed in response, lost in her. My hands found them selves on her hips, guiding her to a slightly faster pace, making us both moan at the adjustments. We were both panting, just from these slow movements. It felt soo good.

"You're still so tight, Baby. So good." I breathed, moving my hips with hers, faster and deeper.

Her moans picked up with the speed, moaning with each thrust inside her. She started to moan words that I hardly caught but, like it was shouted at me, even though it wasn't, I distinctly heard the word 'faster', making me react immediately, rocking her into me even faster, my hips lifting to meet hers at the same rate. 'Harder', made me pull her down harder than before, filling her deeper in turn.

I could feel it. I was soo close. I wanted her to come with me and one of my hands came round to where we were joined, rubbing her nub slowly, making her head flop back as a loud 'Seth!' erupted from her mouth. A second later, her walls clamped around me like a Python's strangle hold as she came, harder than I've ever seen before. The mere sight of her expression made me explode, her constricting walls milking me for everything I had, emptying myself into her as I reclaimed her as mine. I moaned her name over and over again, unable to truly express what she was doing to me with words, only actions and noises.

She bent forward, resting her palms on my chest as she rode the last of her orgasm out with me, groaning and screaming my name with every thrust inside her. Then she collapsed onto me, breathing like she's just run a triathlon and sweating until she dripped. I was no better, my forehead being like a lake and my chest like a whole ocean. I felt like my lungs weren't big enough for the amount of air that I needed and my head pounded with adrenaline from my orgasm. I took a deep breath, kissing her hair as she looked up at me with a smile that shone every level of her love for me. I returned it, leaning down to kiss her passionately but tenderly.

"I love you..." She whispered, tenderly, looking me straight in the eyes. I smiled, brightly, kissing her nose.

"I adore you." I whispered back, moving her so that I could snuggle into her back, spooning her small frame as we both dropped off into a blissful sleep. The last thing I felt was a little kick beneath my hand as they both rested on her beautiful stomach...

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