"Touch me." she said
"Please."
He obeyed, hot hands smoothing all over her body, devouring curves before pulling her close. Hungered lips met to her, ravenous for the feel, the taste of her. Everything. It was a dizzying spark, and whatever his status was, where ever they stood together, a child ot be, a child already born, he did not care.
With her he lived in the moment. And the moment would last only that long. A moment.
Their clothing was shed, cast aside as his hands still roamed her body, feeling her hips and the swell of her belly, gripping her ass then moving up her back then gripping her shoulders as they walked to an unkonwn destination. Then hands found her breasts, lips still kissing her lips before he took her to his bed and climbed ontop of her.
His hands pushed through her dark hair, ebfore smoothing down her body, gripping at her leg and hosting it up as their bodies aligned. And somewhere in the middle of their next round of kisses, they were making love.