Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 34

I hugged Valdo from behind and whispered in his ears, "I'm so happy."

It was a week after Valdo's arrest. We were back home in New York, where we belonged. My mother had successfully moved out of that toxic little town of Alton. She lived a few blocks away from us in a beautiful apartment building. She also got a job as a receptionist at Valdo's business place. I got to see her every day, and Jamaica was building a connection with her grandma. She was happy, and that made me extremely happy too.

"I'm glad you're happy because your happiness makes me happy." He turned me around to face him. I looked up at his blue eyes, mesmerised. If only he knows how happy he has made me ever since we've met.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his head down towards my own. My lips brushed his softly. The world around us disappeared, and nothing else mattered. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. A warmth spread through my entire body, and I moan in delight.

He slowly and gently removed his lips from mine and placed it on my neck instead.

"You smell so good," he said between kisses.

If only he knew how good he smelt. He had a shower thirty minutes before me, and I could still smell the lingering scent of his body wash. I couldn't exactly describe it's a scent, but it was heavenly.

His tongue touched a tender area at the base of my neck, and my body trembled and I moaned. That felt so good, and I didn't want it to end.

I removed one of my hands from around his neck and placed it on his chest. I ran my hands over his toned muscles, which I could very much feel under his merina.

He groaned and pulled away from me, but instead of stopping, he backed me against the wall and continued showering me with kisses.

One of his hands slowly crept up under my tank top, but I didn't mind. I loved the feeling of his hands on my body. He started moulding my breast gently in his palms.

I've never felt so excited in my life.

His head bent, and his lips replaced his hands. The heat of tongue was so enticing, I shivered. He kissed the area between my breasts then moved back to capture my lips with his.

I wanted more, so much more than hot kisses. I wanted to feel him inside me, moving inside me.

I slowly moved my hands towards his groin. He bent his head and groaned, "Don't."

I frowned, "I want you." I didn't mean to sound so needy, but I am. I need him.

Heart, Body and Soul.

"I want you, so damn much but we can't. It's too soon." he rested his head on my shoulder and took a breath.

"I want to give pleasure." He was making me feel so good. All I want is to return the favour.

"You are giving me pleasure." he kissed my lips softly. "Kissing you gives me pleasure." He moulds my breast in his hands, "Feeling you give me pleasure." He bent and placed a passionate kiss on my neck, "Tasting you gives me pleasure." He looked in my eyes, his blue ones dark. "Just being with you and around you gives me pleasure."

My heart was beating a mile a minute. No one has ever spoken so passionately about me, and it made me want him even more than I did before.

I pulled his head closer for another kiss, "I wish we never have to stop."

"Me too." he bent his head in my neck. "I don't want to rush you in anything you're not ready for."

If only he knew exactly how ready I was for him to make me his.