My girl, you’ll always get multiple orgasms that rock you to the core.
I let go of the nipple and suck on the other one. Her legs move restlessly over the sheet. She rubs her inner thighs against my pelvis, showing what she wants.
I nip and suck her breast until she’s softly malleable, but it isn’t enough. I want her complete surrender. Her acceptance of her place in my life and a promise never to doubt my honor.
Her breathing hitches. She’s close, small tremors racing through her. I pull back.
“No!” she cries.
“Patience.” I kick off my shoes and rip off my suit, cursing softly under my breath at my tailor for placing so many damn buttons on my clothes. She watches, her eyes avid and greedy. Her earlier skepticism has dissipated, replaced by need and desire. But this is temporary. She has to look at me like this all the time, not just in the throes of lust.
When I’m fully naked, I loop my finger under the thin string over her pelvis. She doesn’t show any signs of pregnancy, but the knowledge there’s a life growing in her womb gives me a sense of excitement and awe. I lay endless kisses over her belly—over our child. Showing her that she won’t be alone in raising it.
She gasps, her stomach fluttering. She opens her legs, and I snap the string, ripping the flimsy thong. Her scent is stronger, all female arousal, juicy and delicious. She’s visibly wet, and I smile with satisfaction.
“Huxley…” she begs.
“My pretty, pretty girl,” I purr. “So open, so wet for me.”
She tilts her hips.
I run the flat of my tongue over her wetness. Her fingers twist the sheets, her back arching. Breath catches in her throat as she throws her head back. It’s as though her body is suspended, waiting in breathless anticipation. I pull her flesh apart to reveal the swollen clit, and run the tip of my tongue over the quivering nub. She cries out, chokes out my name.
“If you’re really mine, too, prove it,” she pants.
I pull her delicate flesh into my mouth, use my tongue and teeth to make her feel good. She grows impossibly wet, the slickness like hot honey. She grinds her hips against my face. Fuck I love it when she’s blatantly carnal. A huge wave of lust crests over me, and precum drips from the tip of my cock. The tension in her body is almost at the critical point, and I stop.
“No,” she begs. “Please, Huxley, please.”
“Oh, not yet, my Grace. You haven’t earned it yet.”
The pleasure-dazed look on her face is so tempting, I want to say fuck it. But I refuse to veer from my course of action, especially when I’m going to be away for three weeks. I won’t have my fiancée imagining me in bed with my assistant.
I push her up on her knees and position myself behind her, so she’s leaning against my chest, her ass resting in my lap. The door to the walk-in closet is open, showing our reflection in the mirror inside.
“Look,” I say.
She blinks, then squints at the mirror. Her face flushes bright red. “My God.”
“You see this cock?” I glide my dick between her legs until she can see the tip and the glinting silver ball. She shivers, biting her lip. “Feel how hard it is?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been like this since I met you. I think about you, and I want to take you.” I move my cock along her folds, making sure to bump into her clit, squeezing a helpless sound from her throat.
Her eyelids start to drift lower, and I stop. She digs her nails into my forearms in protest.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch,” I command.
I take my fingers and spread her open, so she can see better in the reflection. My cock pushes into her dripping pussy, inch by agonizing inch. My balls tingle, and my spine prickles with the need to pound into her. But I don’t want to be rough when she’s with our child.
“See how well you take my cock,” I order her as my shaft drives deeper into her. Her thighs shake, and she puts her hands on my hips for better balance. She’s so hot, and the sensation of her slickness directly on my dick without anything between us pushes my blood to the boiling point.
“Huxley…”
“This body was made for me.” I run my hand over her chest, caress her plump breasts, down to her belly and lower until two fingers rest over her clit, then press with just enough force to push her higher, but not over the edge.
Even more wetness drips along my cock. I maintain eye contact in the mirror and pull back, showing her my dripping shaft, its veins pulsing.
