Ghosts of Atlantis (Immortal Montero Book 3) by Greg Mongrain

Author:Greg Mongrain [Mongrain, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Crescent Moon Books
Published: 2017-07-07T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 33

I walked in on Karina one afternoon while she bathed. In the seventh month of her pregnancy with Laurena, she had become excessively rounded everywhere, an irresistible sight.

Earlier, I had carried steaming buckets of hot water, heated over an outdoor fire, into the bathroom and poured them into the tub until it was half full. When it was ready, she walked in ponderously.

I returned to my work in the barn. A few minutes later, the thought of her in the hot water, her big belly soapy and wet, her breasts bare, struck me as extremely erotic.

She jumped when I came back in. Bathing was a private activity, and few did it with someone else, unless bathing in the river. She looked up at me shyly, a rag in her hand. I knelt behind her and took the rag, rubbed it across her shoulders. I dropped the cloth and ran my hands over her breasts, skimming my fingertips across her nipples. Her skin glistened in the afternoon light and her nipples became engorged.

When I moved my hand lower, into the water, and began gently rubbing her distended stomach, the skin taught and slick, she shivered. I used a circular motion, all the while in wonder that on the other side of this thin layer rested my first child.

I leaned over and pushed lower, my fingers questing over her mound, and prised her apart, sliding two fingers inside. She made a small sound in her throat, and spread her legs until they were leaning against the sides of the bath

I hadn’t intended to go this far, and made to stand up. She gripped my elbow with one hand, and with the other reached into the water and held my fingers inside her.

Realizing I had kindled her lust, I began moving my hand back and forth, increasing my pace, pushing as far into her as I could, curling my fingertips on the outward pull. The water churned from the motion. Karina slowly raised her legs until they were above the water, her feet dripping, her toes curled. Her body tensed for a moment, then began undulating beneath my hand, the water sluicing across her breasts as she quivered in the water. She opened her mouth and let out a low moan, her hand clamped on my elbow.

I continued my rough work, pistoning my fingers into her, roiling the water to foam. Her moans turned to gasps. Her head flopped back, lips parted. Her sparkling chest heaved rhythmically. She cried out and her body began trembling. I leaned over, bit her softly on the ear.

“Ah—ah—ah—ah—”

My hand continued pumping frantically as she shook beneath me.

After thirty seconds or so, Karina sighed as her muscles slackened. Her feet dipped back into the water, her hand relaxed on my arm.

I continued moving my hand gently until her spasms had ceased.

Her eyes smoldering, she raised my soaking hand to her mouth and kissed my knuckles.

Two weeks later, she called me while she was bathing. When I came in, an inquiring look on my face, she stared at me, her lips parted.

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