While I didn’t want him to guess the true nature of the growing size of my breasts, it felt amazing to be really seen. He’d paid attention. Remembered.
It was unbelievably hot.
He shifted to give the same treatment to my other breast. I shivered and moaned. My nipples were so damn sensitive these days, but he wasn’t too rough with them. It was perfect. So perfect, I could’ve come from nipple sucking alone.
I ran my hands down his sides and around the back to sink my fingernails in the tight muscles of his ass, pulling his hips tighter into the cradle of my legs.
When he thrust in response, the head of his dick managed to find my entrance without assistance. “Oh damn, sugar,” he muttered. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”
He started to retreat, but I pulled his hips in again, causing him to sink into my greedy channel. I moaned.
“Fuck, Becky. You feel so good. Oh fates...wait. Hang on—I didn’t get suited up.”
“It’s okay,” I blurted, without thinking it through. It wasn’t like I could get pregnant a second time. That horse was so far out of the barn.
This morning, he’d said he hadn’t been with anyone since me, so I figured he was clean.
“I’m on the pill,” I said to explain myself.
He was already rocking into me, deeper and deeper, as if he couldn’t help himself.
“And I’m clean,” I added.
“I’m clean, too,” he said, sounding almost winded. Or pained. “Fuck, Becky. I’ve never done it raw. Goddamn.” He shoved deeper, a harder thrust. When my head slid toward the headboard, he grasped my nape and pushed me back down then melded his lips to mine in a hot kiss. There was no fumbling in the dark. He seemed to know where my body was in space. All his moves were sure and confident. He was a God in bed and out of it.
He was big, and I felt stretched. It didn’t hurt, but my body had to adjust to all of him. The feel of him on top of me, his heavy weight kept off as he rested on his forearms, made me feel totally claimed. He wasn’t holding me down, the only thing connecting us was his dick deep inside me, but I felt pinned.
Safe. The way he made me feel… my vibrator was going to be tossed out after this. There was no comparison to Clint’s dick. It was as if he knew just how to swivel his hips to hit sensitive spots inside me and to rub against my eager clit.
I kissed him back, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. How was it possible this guy hadn’t already been snatched up? Especially in a small town like this one? He was perfect in every way.
For one glimmer of a moment, I let myself indulge in the fantasy of keeping Clint. Telling him about the baby and signing on with him to raise our child together. But I knew from experience these things didn’t work out. Life was far from perfect. Messy. I’d be a fool to rush into another hot mess when I wasn’t out of my first one yet.
The darkness made it easy for me to let go of my thoughts and misgivings. To tune into the delicious sensations and do nothing but feel. Clint filling me, stretching me. His rough rhythm. Our ragged breathing. It became more than sex. It was an act of worship—on both our parts. I had this crazy sense that we were meant to be, like there was some god orchestrating everything, and our two souls were meant to collide, meant to dance together.
“Fuck, sugar,” he breathed against my neck. He was just as into this.
Something burst in my chest because I realized it must mean our child was meant to be. Perhaps the little peanut had orchestrated everything. The baby’s soul somehow threw us together to make sure it would come into this world to the right parents, at the right time.
This was all crazy. Fantasy fiction. I’d been reading too many Harry Potter novels. Hell, I was delirious from the need to come.
Except I swore the Earth tilted, and the bed slid sideways as Clint brought the pad of his thumb to my clit and rubbed.
I screamed, arching up as my toes curled up, and my legs shot long alongside him. The orgasm rocked through me like a sonic blast, and I shivered from head to toe as the waves kept rolling and rolling. I’d never come like this before. Not with any other guy. Not with my vibrator or fingers. Not even in the storeroom our first time.
My eyes rolled back in my head, and lights danced in my vision.
And then I was on my belly, Clint nudging my legs wide and entering me from behind. I straightened my arms and braced myself against the headboard, so he could use some force, and he did, setting one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place. He fucked me hard, wrapping a fist in my hair and gently tugging to lift my head.