26
SAVANNA
The hint of morning light was something I could sense through the thick silk wrapped over my eyes, but shapes, colors, objects—all of those were devoured by absence of sight. I strained to hear any whisper of movement from Dante, who had been playing with my n*****s.
It was amazing how much I could perceive with limited senses, and whatever I could not see, I made up for with my imagination.
Since learning I was pregnant, I felt things more intensely. That went for my s****l arousal as well.
We’d already made a baby but try to tell that to my body. It was as if it were on a mission to overpopulate the world.
I tilted my head at the trace scent of him nearby, and following that intoxicating, musky whiff of him reached out with my lips to land on the stubble of his jaw.
“Ba
