“That’s it, honey, make a mess all over my face.” He eats me possessively.
I’m softening, fluttering…
And then I break.
Silently. Violently.
Gloriously.
He eases me through it, licking as if reading my mind, drawing out every last flicker of my clit until I’m boneless.
He only stops when I collapse backward, braced on both hands against the counter.
When I finally look down, he’s watching me as if he’s ready to ravish every inch of my body.
I tug at his shoulder, pulling him up to my level, and his lips glisten with my wetness. He cups my pussy with his warm hand. God, it still feels so good. Being pregnant changes everything down there. I swear I could have multiple orgasms.
And to top it off, we’retogethernow.
I want him to feel this good.
“Your turn,” I breathe, lowering myself, tugging at the hem of his sweatpants.
He stops me.
“You think that’s what I want?” he growls. “I want inside you. Not your knees on a cold floor.”
Before I can respond, he spins me around with a grip that’s all command and hunger, guiding my hips back against him. My ass is on the cotton of his pants, but there’s no mistaking that hard shaft, pressing long and thick right through the material.
“Put your hands on the counter.” He leans over me, and his breath is warm against my ear. “Now, before I decide to drag you back to my bed and tie you up instead.”
I obey. God help me, I want to.
His fingers slide into my hair, twisting gently but with full intent, pulling just enough to make me think I want him to do it again harder. He pushes my nightgown up higher, the fabric gathers at the small of my back, and he takes my ass cheek in his giant grip.
“Look at you,” he breathes.
My entire body pulses at the praise.
“Fuck, Freya, your ass is a sight to behold.”
He slaps my ass, and a tiny, involuntary sound escapes me.
“I saidquiet.” He lets out a dark laugh. “Make another sound like that, and next time, I’ll use the wooden spoon.”
Heat rushes between my legs again, and I swear I am so heavy for him in my core, I could cum with his words alone.
He lowers his mouth to my neck, teeth scraping softly at my skin. “But you like that, don’t you? The risk. Knowing they’re right upstairs?”
He shoves down his pants, and he presses his thick, hard shaft against my ass.
His fingers skim down my waist, gripping my hips, pulling me back against him in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.
“Tell me you want this.” He shoves his hips against mine firmly, his dick hard along the length of my ass. “You want me to take you here? In our kitchen? Where I made you muffins this morning?”
“Yes,” I whisper, the words trembling out of me.
He slides his cock up and down the length of my seam, and damn, I’m slick. I’m so wet for this man.
