Page 27 of All That Lies Ahead
When her legs start to shake again, I pull back, licking my lips and saying, “Sit back on the bed.”
“Where is it?” she asks, her voice raspy.
“Right behind you.” I pull up to guide her hips down to the bed, then watch as she scoots until she’s able to fully lie back. Her legs are flat on the bed and tight at the knees.
“Put your feet up on the bed,” I say, ripping my shirt over my head and dropping my pants to the ground.
She hesitates but brings her feet flat against the bed, legs still tightly pushed together. I close the distance between us to kneel in front of her, dropping a single kiss to each knee before replacing my lips with my hands. I rub them slowly down her thighs and up to her hips, parting her legs with my body as I move in closer. I take her lips in mine, and she greedily accepts, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and digging her nails into my skin.
I moan into her mouth, finding her breast with my palm and squeezing her nipple with just enough force to have her arms flying back to the bed, her hips jolting toward me.
When her heat connects to my hardness, it tips me over the edge. I pin both of her arms to the bed and take her nipple between my teeth, enjoying her yelp of surprised pleasure in response. With her feet still planted, she continues to lift her hips, sliding her wet slit against my dick in a frenzied pattern.
I turn and give her other nipple the same attention, but when her movements become frenzied, I pull back. I fist my dick, already wet from her grinding, and line it up with her center before driving into her. It slides in easily, her moans telling me exactly how she wants it—hard and fast.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” I tell her. She whimpers at my words, which only spurs me on to keep talking to her. “I’ve missed the way your sweet pussy grips me.”
It only takes a few more thrusts to have her coming apart. “Chase,” she mutters.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Her legs are wrapped tightly around me, pushing me to go deeper every time I surge forward. Her arms grip me, pulling me so close that it feels as though we’re becoming one. I can feel her frantic heart pounding against my chest, her moans of pleasure against my ear, her pussy tightening around my dick, urging me toward my own orgasm. And I fucking lose it.
Even once our hips still, we stay entangled in each other, my wild heart thumping in my chest.
Eventually, I have to roll off her because I can’t keep hovering myself in the air, afraid to crush the baby.
“Stay with me,” I say, settling an arm under her neck. “Not just tonight, but every night. Move into this room with me. I’m sick of sleeping without you by my side.”
She smiles up at me, and then her eyes close lazily. “I’d love to.”