Sex for me during this pregnancy had so far proved to be awesome. Every lick, stroke, thrust, and bump felt unbelievably amazing. I was so sensitive that the littlest of touches got me off. Coming early, and often, was not something that embarrassed me. I embraced the hell out of it and so did my husband.
“So sensitive,” Ryder growled against my sensitive flesh as he plunged his tongue deep into me once more.
“Ryder,” I moaned, trying not to buck back against his face. “Me clit, please.”
He nudged my knees apart with his hand, which was hard to do since my leggings were bundled around my shins, but he used the space and placed his hands on my legs and slowly moved upwards, massaging my inner thighs along the way. I held my breath when his thumb dipped into my pussy then slid over my lips as he neared my aching clit. The first touch sent a spasm throughout my body, and I knew I was a few seconds away from release. Ryder did too.
He bore down and rotated his thumb in a delicious circle that, quite literally, took my breath away. For a second or two, time itself stopped, and a feeling close to pain flared before sheer bliss replaced it. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy washed over me in waves, and if it wasn’t for Ryder’s hold on me, I would have dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. When the throbbing of delight slowed and eventually subsided, I opened my eyes, and instead of saying something sassy to my husband, a strangled cry of delight left my mouth as Ryder drove his length into the depths of my body.
“Heaven,” he growled. “You feel like Heaven. Every.” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Time.” Thrust.
I re-established my hold on the table before me and held on for dear life. Ryder’s fingers bit into my flesh when his hold on my hips tightened. I didn’t need to ask if he was okay because the quickened paced of his thrusting told me just how good he was.
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he moaned. “Not gonna last long today, you feel too perfect.”
I hummed in response and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Like a fucking vice,” he hissed.
Ryder slammed into me once, twice, thrice, and then his motions became jerked as he came.
“Branna,” he roared.
I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against the cool wooden surface of the table, and tried to catch my breath. It was only at that moment that I realised just how breathless I was, and I was worried that I sounded like someone who had just ran a marathon.
“Baby?” Ryder said, placing a hand on my back. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I rasped.
He withdrew from me, and I frowned at the loss. I loved sex with Ryder; the connection of him being inside me was like nothing I had ever felt before.
“You don’t sound okay,” he said as he straightened me up and nudged me backwards so he could move in front of me and look down at me. I inhaled and exhaled twice before I replied.
“You’re goin’ to kill me one day,” I joked. “Killer sex. That’d be a good way to go.”
Ryder frowned. “Don’t joke about that.”
My lips twitched. “Sorry.”
He brushed my hair out of my face and simply stared down at me.
I blushed. “What?”
“Your breathing,” he said, his tone firm. “It’s been getting worse. Any sort of activity tires you out almost instantly, and you struggle for your breath.”
His attentiveness was going to give him a panic attack one day.
“I am pregnant, Ry. Breathlessness is normal, and the bigger I get, the more breathless I will become. I’ll be able to tell if it becomes a problem, though, okay? Don’t worry so much.”
“You’re my wife, and you’re pregnant with our child. Worrying is all I’ve done these past three weeks.”
I reached up and pressed my palm against his cheek.
“I’m okay. I promise.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
I winked then bent down to pull my underwear and leggings up, but Ryder beat me to it. When I was decent, I went upstairs to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I exited the bathroom, Ryder was leaning against the wall facing me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“Did you think I was goin’ to fall down the toilet?”
He snorted. “You’d make anything possible, Sweetness.”
I crossed the landing to him. He leaned his head down and rubbed the tip of his nose over my cheek when I came to a stop before him. I smiled wider when I felt his hands touch my stomach.
“I feel like there’s something between us,” he joked as he ran his hands over my growing baby bump.
My lips curved upward. “Just your active child.”
I felt the baby kick at that moment. It was if he or she knew they were the topic of conversation. Ryder smiled when a second thump came from my womb. He ran this thumb over the exact spot and said, “I can’t wait until you’re big enough that I can see the baby move in your belly.”