I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp as I ground my hips against her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me closer.
My hands slid up her body, pushing her blazer off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without breaking the kiss. Her fingers worked at the buttons of her blouse until the lacy black bra beneath was revealed.
I skimmed over her fuller breasts, her rounded belly. I unclasped her bra, letting it join the blazer on the floor, then cupped those perfect, swollen mounds in my hands.
Théa mou, I loved how pregnancy had made her even more irresistible. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking greedily while my fingers pinched and rolled the other, drawing out those breathy moans I craved.
She arched into me, her hands fisting in my hair, and I lavished attention on her, alternating between licks, gentle bites, and deep pulls that had her writhing beneath me.
“Dede,” I growled against her skin, my cock straining painfully against my pants.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Still kneeling between her legs, I reached down with one hand, undid my belt, and unzipped my trousers. I shoved my boxers down halfway, freeing my throbbing length.
I positioned myself at her slick core and thrust forward, seating myself fully inside her in one smooth, deep stroke.
A low, broken sound caught in her throat, and her walls clenched around me like a vice. “Aris... yes,” she whispered.
I pumped into her while my hands worshipped her breasts, kneading them as I moved, pinching her nipples in rhythm with my hips.
But I needed more, needed her closer. I pulled out long enough to shift our position.
I sat on the sofa, guiding her to straddle me. She lowered herself into a squat over my lap, her pregnant belly brushing against my abdomen. I slid back inside her with a groan, slipping my hands under her thighs to support her weight.
Théo mou, the angle was deep, intimate, and her breasts were right at eye level. I fucked her with everything in me, my mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking and licking as if it were my lifeline.
She rode me in that squat, her hands on my shoulders for leverage, moaning my name. The position let me control the pace, lifting her, before slamming her down onto me, over and over.
“Aris... don’t stop,” she panted.
I felt her inner muscles fluttering around my cock, and I redoubled my efforts—thrusting deeper, sucking harder on her nipple.
Dede came first, crying out as her orgasm hit, her pussy pulsing around me in waves that nearly sent me over the edge. I held on, pumping through her release, my hands gripping her thighs tighter, until finally, I spilled deep inside her as I buried my face against her breasts, breathing her in.
“You are convinced, yes?” I murmured against her skin.
She cupped my face in her hands. “Not yet.”
Two simple, devastating words that meant I’d just delivered what I’d conservatively estimated was exceptional sexual performance and still hadn’t closed the deal.
Perhaps I needed to work on my negotiation tactics.
I pulled her closer, already planning my next move. If logic wouldn’t convince her, I’d find another way.
Part III
21
Iwoke to the scent of roses before I opened my eyes.
The fragrance floated through my bedroom, rich and sweet, mingling with the familiar notes of Aris’s cologne that had become a permanent fixture in my bedroom over the past two weeks. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I found the source—a bouquet of two dozen long-stemmed red roses standing pretty on my nightstand.
A small white card was tucked between the stems, and I reached for it, my heart doing that fluttery thing it’s been doing a lot lately when it comes to Aris.
Good morning, agápi mou. The first of many Valentine’s surprises. - A
Lord, this man.
Pressing the card to my chest, I felt my heart skip a beat, the way it had lately whenever Aris did something thoughtful.
