His accidental surrogate
My soft sighs fill the room as Zaire kisses her neck, shoulders, and collarbone, showing me how much I’m adored.
I arch into him, a mix of laughter and soft gasps escaping my mouth as Zaire's kisses move lower, teasing and worshipping, showing me how much he adores every part of my body.
Zaire's kisses moved lower, a warm, worshipful path across the rounded swell of my belly. His lips lingered there, a silent acknowledgment of the life we created together, a reverence that made my heart ache. He wasn't just desiring me, he was adoring me, all of flaws, in this new form.