Especially when that discomfort is something he thinks he’s responsible for.
So breathing heavily, still half stuck out of my body, he makes me take my finger out of my mouth and gives me his. He gives me his thumb, and as always I latch onto it like it’s my lifeline.
I grab his wrist with both hands and suck on his thumb, bite on it, and just like that my pain goes away.
His magical, fascinating hand makes everything easier.
He pulls out again, his body vibrates before pushing back in. All the way in.
And the stretch is not so bad.
The stretch is sweet.
So sweet that I suck on his thumb harder and I arch myself under him and open my legs wider. I stretch them on either side of his body, like I’m doing a split, getting ready to spin on my toes and dance for him.
He gets so deep that I feel him in my pregnant womb and the moan that I emit is my loudest so far.
But I’m not alone.
He makes noises too.
Especially when he watches my big lusty blue eyes staring up at him and my pink lips sucking on his digit.
A long growl escapes him as he drops down on me, not all the way though. He’s careful of the baby but enough that his forehead falls on the crook of my neck.
But I’ve gotten so messy now, so wet between my legs that I don’t feel any pain, only delicious pleasure when he starts to move and sets up a rhythm.
A rhythm that drives me crazy. That gets his cock all the way in and all the way out. That makes me juice up more so he can hasten it.
Hasten that rhythm so his hips slam into me.
His hips shake my body and I grab onto his sleek skin as I moan.
As he grunts too, in my neck. As he sucks on the skin there, leaving yet another mark on me.
The mark of my gorgeous villain.
And God, he’s so deep now.
So deep and so high up there that my thighs, which had gone back around his waist after he gained full entry into my body, inch up. They slide up and down his sweaty sides.
That somehow makes him go even deeper when I thought there was no space for him.
But that’s the thing about him, isn’t it?
He always creeps up on me. He always makes space for himself in my heart, in my body.
Even when I don’t want him to.
Even when I knew I was wrong to obsess over him back at Bardstown High because he was my brother’s rival, he lived in my heart, in my thoughts.
Tonight I want him in there. I crave him, so when he gets deeper and deeper and his pumps grow feral and faster so that he has to pull himself up and away from me, so he can look down at my jiggling body, at my pregnant belly, I come.
My womb contracts and I come all over his dick.
I come even harder when he puts a hand on my swollen belly, as if he wants to feel the life he’s given.
The life I wasn’t expecting him to give me that night but he gave me anyway.
