When Harry kissed me, I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. Even after all this time, he was still able to get to me, and the longer I was pregnant, the more I wanted him. I still had feelings for him, but a lot of the time my hormones got the better of me. I gave him a more passionate kiss while wrapping my arms around his neck and rubbing my rough n*****s against the exposed skin of his chest.
He slipped one hand down to pull my hem up while I was wearing a sundress that clung to my curves, and he cupped my ass in his fingers. I was wearing a dress that hugged my contours. His tongue brushed against mine, and he slid his fingers under the lace to discover that I was very wet and all set for him.
It was easy for him to take off my clothes, and he kissed my flesh after it was exposed.
