That first night had been intense and wild, but it could have just been the buzz of alcohol and loneliness.
Sure, Ry.
He ground me down on his cock and I sucked on his tongue like I would his cock later. Because there was no way I could wait to get him inside me. Maybe some of the overwhelming emotions careening through me would calm down with a little release.
I leaned back enough to flip my sweater off and he cupped my breasts while my hands were up over my head. I arched under the attention.
“So damn sensitive. Can I make you come just like this?”
I went for his belt. “Let’s try with this.”
He reached around for my clasp and tossed my bra away. “Let’s slow down. Take our time.”
“Why?”
He laughed. “Why not? Are you in a hurry?” He pushed my breasts together and went from one nipple to the other. Then he released them and pressed my hands to his chest. “Just enjoy.”
I rolled my hips restlessly as he paid very close attention to…well, everything. His eyes watchful and patient as he found the combination of tugging, biting, and sucking that drove me insane. One hand slid up my neck, his thumb dipping into my mouth. My patience wore a little thin as I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pad of his finger.
Did he remember me doing that with the head of his cock?
That sensitive vein that ran under his shaft arrowing to the flared tip. So dark and tight. My mouth watered to get his taste on my tongue again.
He pinched a little harder than I was used to, but it knocked me over the edge. He latched his mouth to my breast and I rode his bulge. I came with a surprised laugh and curled my arms around his neck. “God. You’re terribly good at that.”
“Terribly?” He groaned into my hair. “Gloriously is a better word.”
“Well, you might have to bring your ego down a notch there, buddy.”
“Is that right?” He twisted me back onto the couch and dragged off my leggings. “I’d say an over-the-clothes orgasm should get me a few compliments instead of insults.”
I dragged him over me, wrapping my legs around his hips as I undid his belt. “Get that amazing cock out of your jeans. How’s that?”
“Better.” He groaned as I got a hold of his shaft. “Jesus, you make me as horny as a teenager.”
“As long as you don’t last like one.”
“Hell, no.” He growled my name as he thrust into my hand.
I dragged him down my swollen center and inside.
“Ry…” He groaned and stilled. “I’m not—”
“Think that’s a bit of a non-issue. You know, already pregnant and all.”
“Right.” He pressed his forehead to mine and looked down at us. “But I’ve never… Sweet Jesus, you’re so hot and perfect.”
I smiled up at him and slowly took him into me. The way he stretched me dragged a low purr out of my throat. I rolled up to meet him and we learned how to…
God, was this what making love felt like?
I was used to the hot and wild. We’d had that from the start.
I reached up to cup his cheek, tipping his chin up to look at me, not our joined bodies. It would be easier to leave his attention there. I don’t even know what possessed me to search for more.
Our eyes locked and sweat pooled between us as the sweet strokes became deeper and harder. He gripped the arm of the couch next to my head while he pushed my leg up to get a deeper angle.
“Gage.”