“No.” I lick my lips.
“Exactly.” His eyes dip to my breasts, and for a second, I wonder if he knows. “I do like your heels, so carry on, show me how much you want my cock.”
He backs up and crosses his arms and I hesitate. “Need some help?”
“Yes, please.” My face must show my relief.
He reaches for my ankle, his hand sliding down my leg, hovering right at my pussy and I know now he’s not gonna touch me.
“Such nice manners coming out of that mouth.” He grabs my other leg and slings it over the side of the chair.
“There. Go, touch yourself like the naughty girl you were while I was gone.” I puff out some air because he really is filthy, but he’s actually giving me the go-ahead to touch myself, ease the ache. I know better than to not take advantage of it. My hands start to massage my full, sensitive breasts as I watch him watch me.
“Yeah, that’s it, Bellezza. Now close your eyes, and pretend I’m not here. It’s only you. What are you thinking about?”
My eyes close, and everything becomes more heightened as I rub my nipples. “You. Always you.”
“Feel good? Touching those full tits?”
I groan and whisper, “Yes.”
“Go lower and tell me what you feel.” Suddenly my leg drops, and I go to open my eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” he says, and I hear him move away. There’s the rustle of him undressing. I take a breath, letting my hand travel over my flat stomach, and for a second I caress it.
“Touch your cunt, Julianna.” His voice sounding impatient. I bite my lower lip as my hand slowly inches downward.
“Is that how you were doing it? No wonder you needed to text me.”
“I wanted you to do it.” I hiss.
“I’m right here.” My eyes pop open at his voice.
He looks down at me, then scoops me up and brings me to the bed. Gazing at me as if he’s memorizing my face, he lowers his lips to mine. It’s slow at first, his tongue almost playing with mine, then he deepens it while I cling to him.
Whatever I’m feeling is so pure, so real. Our tongues tangle, and right at this very moment, all I feel is his love.
He lifts his head. Sliding my hands down his muscled chest, I let my fingers worship his body until I reach his velvety cock and start to pump it. The mushroom tip instantly leaks out its approval.
“Jesus,” he grunts while I stroke him.
He rubs my breasts, his mouth hovering over mine. His body tenses, and I slowly jack him off.
“Rub the tip on your clit,” he demands, his voice strained. I groan and obey, taking his thick, giant cock and rubbing it back and forth on my swollen nub.
“Fuck, Julianna,” he growls, pushing my hand away to thrust deep inside me.
I reach for his lips as we moan together and he pulls out, sliding in again. Deep, slow, and exquisite, his mouth claiming mine. I wrap my legs around him. In and out, he moves inside me, and all I can do is hold on. He’s never been this loving and gentle, and my body responds as if it’s starved for it.
“I love you,” I whisper into his mouth, never wanting this to end. I’m climbing, getting ready to soar.
“That’s my girl. Squeeze my cock.” He grabs the backs of my knees, opening me up so his massive cock can hit that magical spot.
“Jesus Christ.” He thrusts in deep, then pulls out and slams in again. My nails dig into his chest as if that can keep me on earth, and I start to go over.
“Fuck, it’s good with us.” He hisses.
“Ryder,” I whimper, my head spinning as I blink away tiny dots.
“Yeah, that’s it, give it to me Bellezza.” He pounds into me hard.
And I’m gone, splintering into a million magical pieces. My pussy contracts and pulses so hard I have to fight the need to close my eyes. But I don’t. I watch him, as his body jerks and he comes in loud, guttural groan.
Our breathing is harsh. He looks down at me tenderly. Reaching up, I caress his hair. Slowly he pulls out of me and rolls to his back, bringing me with him.
“You okay?” He wraps his arm around me tight.
I lean up on one elbow so I can look down at him, my hair falling on his neck. He reaches up and weaves his fingers through the strands.
“What is it?” His eyes caress me.
“I’m pregnant.”
It echoes around the room. He freezes.
“What?”
My heart thuds. What if he doesn’t want kids? I didn’t.
“I’m pregnant. I have an IUD, but it’s old, I guess. I took the test and—” He sits up as if he needs to look at me better. His eyes dip to my breasts and then back to my face.