I do as I’m told, meeting my husband’s burning gaze as I ride him. He grabs my ass, helping me move, thrusting his hips up as I push down.
“Oh, God!” I gasp. “Holden…”
It feels so good. Holden’s cock stretches me open, brushing against sensitive nerves deep inside me as I bounce on it. I toss my hair back, moving faster, mewling with pleasure.
“Good girl. Take my cock. Take it deep.”
Red-hot need sizzles through my veins, driving me wild as Holden reaches between us to rub my clit. He hasn’t stopped looking at me once. I feel like I’m drowning in his gaze, losing myself in the deep blue ocean of his eyes as our bodies smack together in a frenzied rhythm.
“Does that feel good, sugar?”
I bite my lip, nodding. “Yes…so good.”
“You like taking your husband’s cock?” Holden grabs my jaw with his free hand. “Riding it hard?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl,” he growls. “Fuck, you’re doing amazing.”
The praise makes me quiver, my orgasm blooming between my thighs. Instinctively, I close my eyes, sucking in a breath.
“Eyes on me, Mila. Let me see how pretty you look.”
I force them back open, my movements turning desperate as I chase my orgasm. My clit throbs as I pleasure myself with Holden’s cock, the world blurring as a balloon of ecstasy swells inside me, threatening to burst.
“Oh, Holden…”
“That’s it, sugar. Come for me. Look at me when you come on my cock.”
With a rush of pleasure, the balloon bursts. My toes curl, fingers digging into Holden’s shoulders as I’m hit by wave after wave of pure bliss. It rockets through every inch of my body until I’m panting for breath, and from somewhere far away, I hear my husband let out a strangled cry, his hot cum spilling into me in thick spurts.
“Fuck, Mila…”
His arms tighten around me, holding me close as we come back to each other, our bodies slick with sweat. He peppers my face with kisses, murmuring how beautiful I am, how much he loves my body. Finally, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom. We shower together, washing each other with soapy hands. Then, when we’re clean and dry, we dress in our comfy clothes and Holden makes us both a cup of hot chocolate.
We settle on the couch, leaning against each other, watching the flames dance in the hearth. Holden’s hand rests protectively on my belly, stroking the bump. We grin at each other when Rose kicks against his hand, her tiny body stretching out inside me.
“Only a couple more months to go now, sugar,” Holden says, kissing my cheek.
I rest my head against his shoulder, sighing happily. “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.” He squeezes me softly. “I love you both so much, Mila.”
As if in response, Rose kicks again, gently this time. “That means we love you too,” I say, smiling at him.
Outside, the sky is darkening. The wind rages just like it did on the night we met, the night Holden saved me and changed my life forever. From the moment we first set eyes on each other, Holden has protected me, cared for me, and loved me fiercely. And as he holds me tight, gazing at me with those deep blue eyes, I know he always will.
