I wrap my arms around her back, pulling her closer to me. “Tilt your hips forward, baby.”
She does as I say, leaning forward and allowing her clit to grind into my abs. A sharp hiss escapes through her clenched teeth as her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her mouth is right by my ear, so I feel the warmth of her breath skating across my skin when she says, “I’m so close.”
I turn my face into her neck and pull the tender flesh into my mouth, sucking with long pulls that make her walls tremble around me. Sloane’s hips churn restlessly, a rolling grind that slicks my abs with her juices. Her legs circle my back as her movements become jerky and less coordinated. That’s when I know her orgasm is getting closer.
Anticipation and lust expand in my throat. Seeing Sloane come is my favorite sight. Something about watching her fall apart, and knowing she trusts me to hold her together, makes me feel like the luckiest man on the fucking planet.
“Then come, angel,” I whisper, biting down on the spot that I just kissed. “I want to feel you milking my dick, because I know that when you go off, I’m going right with you.”
Sloane leans back, shaking her head when her eyes meet mine. “Not yet. I want to see you come first.”
I pull her back to me, skimming my lips down her neck. “No.”
There’s no way I’m going to give in to the pressure building at the base of my spine before I feel her detonate around me. But there’s a steely determination shining in Sloane’s eyes that lets me know she has other plans. She pulls her legs back up under her and balances her hands on my shoulders. Then she lifts up, exposing several inches of my dick to the cold air before slamming back down, taking them back into the heat of herpussy and starting a punishing rhythm.
“Fuck,Sloane,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hips.
I don’t know if I’m trying to stop her or help her finish us both off, but I keep my death grip on her waist until she pushes me back on the bed and forces me to let go. Her soft hands are on my chest, covering my thundering heart and pinning me to the bed while she rides me. And all I can do is hold on for dear life. I stare up in awe at the goddess hovering over me, capturing a perfect nipple in my mouth whenever she comes close enough.
She gives me a triumphant smile. “You look so good underneath me.”
“Not as good as you look on top of me, angel.”
“Good enough to make you come?”
I move my hand between her legs and start toying with her clit. She glares at me, but the moan that falls from her lips makes it worth it. “Absolutely.”
There’s no point in arguing about who’s going to go over first, because I can tell she’s on the edge. Sloane lasts less than a minute with my thumb pressed firmly against her swollen clit, working at it with slow circles that match the swirl of her hips. The tremor starts in her core, every inch of her clamping down around my dick, then it spreads outward until she’s nothing but a trembling heap of moans, screaming my name before collapsing onto my chest.
And it’s those broken shudders of unabashed pleasure, coupled with her pussy pulsing around me, that finally set me off. I come hard, wrapping my arms around her and thrusting up into her and flooding her pussy with hot ropes of cum that make my vision go black.
I hold on to Sloane while my ears ring and my blood pounds with the satisfaction of finally unleashing more than a decade’s worth of love, hope, desire, and need onto the only woman who was made to handle it.
Chapter 27
Sloane
Then
“Babe, I have something I need to tell you.”
Eric is sitting at the dining room table, writing out our monthly budget, and I can’t help but smile because he’s done this every month since we’ve been married. Even now, when we’re more than financially okay, he feels like it’s necessary to have a written breakdown of our monthly expenses, and I think it’s adorable.
I cross the room and stand behind him. He smells amazing, and he’s just cut his hair and shaved, so he’s looking extra good. I wrap my arms around his neck and place a kiss right under his ear, which gets his attention immediately.
“I know you aren’t starting with me when I’m trying to get this budget right.” He shifts in his chair, parting his legs so I can slide between them and sit on his lap. I happily take his offer and make an attempt to look innocent, shaking my head slowly, and he laughs. “What do you want?”
“Well, I just found out about an unexpected, but welcome, expense, and I thought you would want to know about it sooner rather than later.”
His brow furrows. “An unexpected expense?”
I nod. “Unexpected but welcome.”
Pulling the positive pregnancy test out of my shirt pocket, I place it on the table in front of us, right next to his half-finished budget. His eyes turn into saucers as they register the two pink lines.
“Unexpected but welcome,” he says quietly. He looks at me, and I can’t quite tell what he’s thinking because his expression is serious, too serious. My heart starts pounding.
“Are you mad?”
