It’s not even a thought as I shake my head.
“No.” My voice is a whisper in the charged silence.
Travis intertwines his fingers into mine that hang off of the back of the couch. I watch him bring our joined hands to hismouth. He kisses the outside of each of my fingers, never taking his eyes off of me.
Before I can register it all, I tilt my head upward as he hovers above me. With his lips only millimeters from mine, Travis says, “I think it’s time we go to bed.”
He pauses, waiting for my consent.
“Yes,” I say while nodding.
A rush of air escapes my lungs when he lifts me from the couch. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let my head rest as he strides toward the master bedroom.
CHAPTER 30
Travis
Alyssia’s moan as I kiss my way down her spine shoots straight to my cock. I strain against my jeans but focus on unbuttoning the yellow sundress that’s kept my eyes glued to Alyssia all fucking day.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking her waist in my hands to spin her around to face me.
She wraps her arms around my neck. “No. I’m horny as hell and if you don’t do something about it soon, I’m going to burst into flames.” She leans in, taking my bottom lip into her teeth.
I hiss out and groan. “Baby, I’m trying to take my time. I don’t want to hurt y?—”
She presses a finger to my lips.
“Travis, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna drop down on this bed, spread my legs, and force you to watch me pleasure my—” Her little declaration is broken by a growl before I crush my lips to hers.
I strip her of her panties and lay her down to spread her legs. She helps me adjust the pregnancy pillow beneath her back to make her comfortable while I prepare to enjoy the real dessert of the night.
“Shit!” she curses, her hand cupping the back of my head as I lick and reacquaint my mouth with her taste.
The sweetest, purest form of honey couldn’t compare to this. I lap her up, bringing her higher and higher until her thighs tighten around me and start to tremble. Her hand tightens in my hair, tugging as she comes in a breathless groan that fills the room.
Once the trembling stops, I pull back and quickly strip myself of the jeans, briefs, and other clothes that separate me from my heaven.
Naked, I lift onto my knees, staring down at Alyssia, my dick in my hands. I stare at her, examining the ways in which her body’s changed since our first time together.
Her breasts are fuller, the areolas a darker brown and larger, her hips wider, tiny stretch marks signaling exactly where my hands go to hold her still while I pump into her, and her swollen belly.
My eyes rise to her face, the way her coffee browns watch me filled with want and open need, her lips swollen from my kisses, hair spread over the pillow.
“Travis,” she whines, reaching for me.
I intertwine her fingers with mine, lifting them over her head.
“In Las Vegas I thought to myself, ‘I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman’,” I tell her.
“And now?”
“Now, I’m in awe that you could become even more stunning. I thought the best thing to happen to me in Vegas was that I could win a race. Until I met you.” I release her hands, only to lower myself to kiss the mound of her belly.
I kiss my way up her body, in between her breasts, pinching one of her nipples, making her hiss and then hum out in pleasure.
“I don’t want to use a condom with you. We’ve both been tested,” I say.
“They don’t seem to work too well for us anyway.” She glances down at her stomach.
