Little Secrets: Unexpectedly Pregnant

Sage was making those little breathy moans that turned him steel hard. Tyce pushed her hoodie off and lifted her top up and over her head. He tossed both to the floor, gently pushing her back so that she lay flat on the couch.

Putting his hands on either side of her head, he looked down into her lovely face. “Are you okay? Sure you want to do this?”

“Yes and I’m fine.”

She wasn’t; he could see a little pain under her passion. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

Sage’s low laugh danced over his skin. “Not a chance.” She tapped his chest. “You have too many clothes on, Latimore.”

Tyce sat back, pulled his T-shirt over his head and sucked in his breath when Sage’s hand ran over a pec, across a nipple and over his stomach. She tugged at the band of his jeans. “Off.”

“You first.” Tyce slid his hands along her back, across her hips, his thumbs hooking the band of her yoga pants and pulling them down. He looked at the tiny triangle of fabric covering her secret, feminine places and couldn’t help his eyes moving up, to her stomach. He hauled in a breath and placed a hot, openmouthed kiss on her tiny baby bump, before placing his ear on her stomach.

Sage’s hand touched his hair and he knew that she was also thinking of their baby, the fact that they’d made another person doing what they did best, and that was loving each other… Giving each other pleasure.

Talking about pleasure, Tyce pulled up and back. He’d heard Sage’s hiss of pain when she lifted her butt to take off her pants and he had no intention of hurting her again. He’d have to be creative making love to her and that was okay; creativity was one of his strongest traits.

Tyce slipped his fingers under the thin bands of her thong and twisted, snapping first one side of her panties and then the other. His heart beating a million miles per minute, he pulled the fabric from between her legs and then Sage was naked, looking as beautiful as he’d ever seen her.

He just looked and then looked some more, his concentration breaking when Sage’s hand danced across her stomach and headed lower. Oh, hell, no, giving her pleasure was his job.

Tyce quickly shucked his pants, his mind swirling with possibilities. Missionary sex was out, as was her kneeling on top of him. Hell, he doubted that he’d even get inside her but that was okay. Giving Sage pleasure, rocketing her to an orgasm, was more important than him getting off.

Naked now, Tyce slid his fingers between her folds, dazed by her wet warmth. It was such a turn-on to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her. They’d messed up so often but this truly was what they did best.

Sage’s fingers pressed his onto her most sensitive spot. “I need you, Tyce. I need this.”

Her low, slow and sexy words sent more blood, if that was possible, to his already throbbing erection. Sage’s hand moved to her side and she encircled him and Tyce was quite certain that if she kept up that squeezing, stroking action, he’d lose it.

But, judging by her trembling limbs and her flushed body, her desperate eyes, Sage was hovering on the edge, as well. Tyce moved so that he was looming over her, his arms holding his weight off her. Positioning himself, he rubbed her, his shaft sliding over that bundle of nerves. Sage moaned her approval and he repeated the action, loving her heat and the friction and hell, just being close to her. Being inside her would be better but this was almost as good. Tyce lifted one hand and pushed her hair out of her eyes, wanting to watch her climb. Her eyes met his and he stepped into the deep, now-foggy blue. She lifted her hips and he shook his head. “Let me do the work, sweetheart.”

“Then get on with it,” Sage hissed.

God, he’d forgotten how demanding she could be when she was on the brink and he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. In the past he’d loved to tease her, taking her, and her temper, higher until she shattered in his arms.

She was on the brink now, so close. And so was he. Unable to resist, Tyce pushed himself between her legs, sliding into her hot tight channel, keeping her legs together so that she didn’t put any more pressure on her coccyx and bruises than necessary. She was hot and tight and he couldn’t move the way he wanted to but he’d deal. He was inside Sage and he’d stepped into heaven.

Sage moaned and he gently thrust against her, short shallow strokes that were more erotic than he believed possible. Tyce rested his elbows on cushions next to her head. He cradled her face and kissed her, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips.

He felt Sage’s breath quicken, felt her tremble and then felt the gush of warmth against him, the tightening of her internal walls. That was all he needed and he tensed as pleasure rocketed through him. He groaned into Sage’s mouth and then again, holding her tight as tremors passed from her body to his, his to hers.