I line my dick up to her entrance and run it through her wetness. My cock glistens, and I nearly lose it right there with just the tip sliding along her seam. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Never needed to be inside someone the way I need this. “Fuck, you feel fucking tight. And so fucking hot.”
I drive into her, but not as hard as the last time. I don’t want to hurt the baby, though the books said that’s impossible. I’ve never done this before.
“This what you wanted?” I ask, more harshly than I intend.
She nods, eyes wide, lips parted. “Don’t hold back. It feels so fucking good.”
I thrust in and grab her ankles, pushing her legs up and apart. She looks like a dream. Full breasts, soft curves, smooth deep amber skin… This isn’t just sex. This is undoing. She’s unraveling me one moan at a time.
I’m fucking ruined.
The rhythm builds, rougher. My hips meet her thighs, and I’m driving in deep.
She meets every movement like it’s both a challenge and a plea. Everything in me belongs here, to her. I move withmore relentlessness now, and the small, broken sounds she makes push me closer to the edge.
Being this close to her—like this—has my vision flashing, my grip tightening, my whole world narrowing down to the woman beneath me.
Riding her bare like this has me seeing fucking stars. I lose whatever restraint I had left, driving into her faster, harder, unable to stop myself now. She shatters first, coming apart beneath me with a broken cry that yanks me straight over the edge with her.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Come for me, honey…” I move harder, deeper, everything in me stretched to the breaking point, control slipping through my fingers.
She pants, nails digging in. “Give it to me…”
And I do. I let go completely, spilling into her, the hot, breathless rush of us colliding, combining, becoming something singular.
We collapse together, tangled and spent, slick with heat and breath and tremors still rolling through us. I stay right there, forehead pressed to hers, her name lodged in my throat.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, wrapped around each other in the quiet aftermath, her body soft and heavy beneath mine, our breathing slowly finding its rhythm again. When she finally shivers, I kiss her temple, reverent, then reach for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pull it around her, keeping her warm, keeping her close.
She sits up, and I curl myself around her to keep her warm.
For a while, neither of us talks.
But finally, she says, “I didn’t know I was carrying all of that.”
“Neither did I.” I laugh roughly. “Maybe I did… But it’s different now that someone else knows.”
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
We go still again because the silence says more than words ever could.
Her head rests on my shoulder, fingers laced with mine. And for the first time in a long damn time, I feel…settled.
Maybe this is the moment I start to believe I can keep it all.
I brush the hair from her cheek. “Let me feed you,” I say quietly.
“Then show me what GhostEye turned up.”
Unsurprisingly, she never forgot about the red truck. But it’s also a solid segue to not talk about what just happened.
I kiss her forehead and grab my jeans from the ground. “You’re insatiable.”
She smiles slyly. “Isn’t that your favorite thing about me?”
I cup the back of her skull and brush her jaw with my thumb. “I’d never be able to pick one thing.”
Shit, I feel like a round two now. But she’s been working all day. She and the baby need to eat. I slide my pants back on and throw my shirt over my head.
