“You’re sweet for trying to make me feel better,” I said with a half smile.
His grin was blinding. “I know something that will, no doubt, take your mind off things.”
I giggled. “What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what he was referring to.
He trailed light kisses down my neck and over my breasts and lingered for a second on my nipples, nibbling and licking. Then he continued traveling along my body, eliciting goose bumps and flutters along the way until he reached my belly. He pressed a hand into the mattress on one side of me while he dragged his fingertips over my flat stomach. “I can’t wait for your belly to grow—to feel him kick.”
I wrinkled my nose and snorted. “You want to see me fat?”
He flashed his dimples in a boyish grin. “I want to see you pregnant. Big as a fucking house because that will mean my son will be strong and powerful.”
I laughed until tears surfaced. “You’re weird. And what if it’s a girl?”
He dipped his tongue into my belly button. “Same.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“You know what does?” His silver gaze held me prisoner. “Women are hornier when they’re pregnant, which means sex every night.”
I dropped into another fit of giggles. “You already shared that fun fact with me during our last round of sex, you know.” He had, the night before we’d taken off to meet Jack.
“Just a friendly reminder,” he teased.
I lifted my hips. “Less talk, vampire. Fuck me, hard and fast.”
He chuckled. “See, I was right. You’re horny.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me, or rather, he let me. When he was on his back, I straddled him. “It’s my turn to play.”
He folded his arms behind his head. “Use me. Fuck me. I’m all yours, baby doll.”
I traced a slow sensuous path along his toned chest, over his six-pack, and followed the thin line of hair that ended at my playground. I settled between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft before squeezing.
He grunted, bucking slightly.
“What do you want, Sam Mason? Tell me.”
His heated silver eyes swirled with lust and love. “Take me deep, baby doll. Then I want to fuck your brains out from behind.”
I was ready to orgasm at his dirty talk. On an exhale, I closed my mouth over the head of his cock, flicking my tongue over the tip, licking the precum as I pumped him once, then twice.
He watched in quiet fascination, and when I took him deep, and the head of his dick touched the back of my throat, Sam bucked and growled.
I dove into a rhythm—pumping, licking, and sucking while he fucked my mouth like a man possessed.
“Scrape your teeth over my cock, baby doll.”
I did as he commanded, and he went ballistic as he clutched the sides of my head. The sounds coming out of his mouth caused a string of passionate ripples to spread out to every nerve ending in my body. I swore I could orgasm just listening to his grunts and moans.
“Harder.” Pain and pleasure dripped in his raspy voice, making me whimper.
Again, I did as he ordered, and this time, he shot up. “On your knees, butt in the air, now!” The silky yet dark timbre of his voice made my nipples hard as stone.
I giggled as I stuck my ass in the air toward him.
He grasped my hips and drove into my pussy from behind.
I squeezed around his cock, and he roared like a lion who’d won the prize.
