I scrabble to do as he says, straddling his thighs.
His hands take up their favorite position on my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin as he grips me. I slide a hand around his jaw, and he twists to kiss my inner wrist.
“I love you,” I say, grasping him and lining up his cock where I need it.
“I love you too.”
His eyes hold mine and he kisses my wrist again. His fingers flex against my hips as I rotate his dick in a circle, sliding it through my wetness until he’s coated in it.
I grip his left shoulder, my palm flattening over the scarred skin in my usual place I like to get leverage when I ride him.
Then I sink down.
His lips part with a hiss so laced in arousal that it makes wetness pool between my thighs, and I stretch all the way around him easily, taking inch after inch of his length until our hot skin presses tightly together.
“God, Sterling,” I mewl shamelessly as my body flutters around him.
“Baby girl,” he utters, his chest muscles tensing like he’s fighting not to come just from the feel of entering me.
I love that I do this to him. He’s all strong and composed usually. But the second I ride him like this, the same as our first time, it takes everything in him to maintain control.
“You like it like this, huh?” I rise up and sink back down slowly, smiling as his head falls back and his throat thickens with a tortured groan.
He looks at me beneath hooded lids.
“You know I do, Baby girl. Now ride me. Make it damn torture for me not to fill you up before you come on my cock.”
I lean forward and kiss him, nipping his lower lip between my teeth.
“You feel so good inside me,” I purr.
I lift my hips, setting a steady pace, working myself up and down his dick while my mouth hovers against his, delivering kisses in-between my lust-filled moans of his name.
His grip on my hips tightens and I lick the corner of his mouth.
“You love testing me, don’t you?” He groans out a chuckle, his cock thickening inside me and making me gasp as he pulls me up and down over it with more force.
“I love that I’m going to be marrying you soon,” I whimper.
He lifts his hips, thrusting up inside me and fucking me from beneath. I kiss him again, allowing my lips to brush side to side over his.
“And I love that we were doing it like this the day you got me pregnant.”
His heavy lust-filled lids lift in question, and I nod slowly.
“I worked it out on my chart. I think it was the day we came back to New York. Remember it?”
“Hallie,” he utters. “You needed taking care of that day.”
“I know.”
I keep my hand on his shoulder and use the other to take one of his from my hips and place it over my stomach. I hold mine over the top as we continue to move.
“You did take care of me,” I breathe, kissing him again. “You took care of me just like this. In your arms. Kissing me. Loving me. Just like you always do.”
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing over my lower stomach as I increase our pace.
“You loved me so hard you created something magic.”
