She was already slick, warm, and I traced one lazy finger along her folds, barely brushing her clit.
Ember’s breath hitched. her grip on my cock tightened, stroking me slow and matching the rhythm of my teasing.
I kissed the hollow beneath her ear, tasting her pulse. “Tell me what you want, baby,” I whispered, circling her entrance without pushing in.
She arched, pressing into my hand, a soft whine escaping her throat.
“You,” she breathed, guiding my fingers deeper. “Slow. I want to feel every second.”
I obliged, sliding one finger inside her velvet heat, curling gently, then adding a second when she moaned my name.
Her hips rolled in tiny, needy circles, chasing the pressure.
I kept it languid—thumb grazing her clit in feather-light passes, lips trailing down her neck, over the swell of her breast.
The baby kicked again, a quiet flutter against my forearm, and we both stilled, smiling into the kiss that followed.
“Little man’s wide awake,” I murmured, pressing my forehead to hers. “Thinks he’s got front-row seats.”
Ember laughed breathlessly and pulled me closer, but her laugh melted into a moan as I curled my fingers deeper, pressing that sweet spot inside her until her thighs trembled.
“Nate… right there,” she gasped in a ragged voice.
I kept the pace unhurried, savoring every slick glide, every flutter of her walls around me.
My mouth found her nipple, tongue flicking slow circles that matched the speed of my thumb on her clit. “God, you taste perfect,” I murmured against her skin.
Ember’s head fell back against the pillow, hair fanning out under her and she moaned, “Don’t stop—please?—”
She rocked into my hand with soft, pleading sounds as I shifted lower, kissing a path down her sternum, tasting the faint salt of her skin.
My fingers slipped free only long enough to spread her wider, and I settled between her legs, breath ghosting over her soaked folds.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I said, voice low.
“Never,” she breathed.
One long, flat lick from entrance to clit made her hips jerk. “Christ—yes?—”
A second had her fingers threading through my hair, holding me there.
I took my time—tongue tracing every ridge, every sensitive inch—until her thighs clamped around my ears and her moans turned breathless and broken.
“I’m—Nate, I’m coming!”
When she came, it was slow and deep, her body arching off the bed in a silent cry, pulsing against my mouth.
I stayed with her through every shudder, as her hips snapped up, thighs locking around my head.
A hot rush coated my tongue while her walls clenched in tight, rolling pulses, each one drawing a broken whimper from her throat.
I flattened my tongue, riding the spasms, feeling every tremor ripple down her belly and legs until her grip slackened and her breath hitched into soft, dazed pants.
Ember tugged my hair, pulling me up until our mouths met in a messy, breathless kiss, her taste still slick on my lips
Her tongue slid against mine, pulling a low groan from my chest.
I braced one arm beside her head and used the other to guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock nudging through her wetness. She was still trembling, thighs quivering against my hips.
