65
EVERETT
Her sweet scent, the softness of her skin, the little mewls and whimpers that spill from her lips as I do the most simple of things to her. They’re addicting. All I can think about is earning more.
I want everything. And for the first time in my life, I don’t just want it once. I want it over, and over, and over, and just when I think I might be done, I’m pretty sure I’m going to want it again.
Dragging the other side of her bra down, I give that nipple the same treatment, sucking it into my mouth, nipping it with my teeth, all the while keeping my eyes locked on hers.
I’m pretty sure if I kept doing this, she’d come from nipple stimulation alone. But as hot as that would be, I want to give her more. Maybe that’s something we can play with another day.
Slipping one hand behind her back, I undo the clasp and tug the fabric away from her body.
I sit up and just gaze down at her. Full, swollen breasts, small, rounded belly, lips red from my kiss and eyes wide and wild. Fuck yeah. This woman right here? She’s mine. All fucking mine.
She cries out when I take both her breasts in my palms, squeezing them gently.
“Oh God, more. Please, Rett, more.”
Hearing her call me by my nickname after spending weeks refusing to do so does things to me.
I find her lips again, tasting her, sucking on her tongue while my fingers gently pinch and pull her nipples, making her gasp and moan, and when I think she’s on the edge, I shimmy down the bed, kissing, licking and sucking every bit of skin I meet.
“Shit,” she hisses, pushing up on her elbows when I trail kisses across her swollen belly.
The fact that a baby we both created is growing right beneath her skin blows my fucking mind.
I pause, pressing my forehead against her skin, making them a promise. One that I hope like hell I can keep.
“Everett?” Bea whispers, her fingers threading through my hair.
I glance up, terrified for a moment that her using my full name means this is over. But the second I look into her eyes, I know that’s not true.
Shoving down my fears over my future qualities as a father, I focus on the task at hand.
Bea trembles as I tuck my fingers under the sides of her panties. She bites down on her bottom lip as I tug, nerves rolling off her in waves as the lace grazes over her thighs.
The moment they’ve cleared her feet, I wrap my fingers around her ankles, lifting her legs before planting her feet flat on the bed, exposing her to me.
My breath catches at the sight of her slick pussy, and my mouth waters.
That first time we were together was explosive, but it barely scratched the surface of what I wanted to experience with her. Tonight, though, and every day going forward, I want to indulge in everything I possibly can.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this?” I ask as I slide my palms down the insides of her trembling thighs. “Every single night since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted a taste. I barely got it that night. But tonight…”
“Rett,” she whimpers, her hips rolling.
“Goddamn, Bea. You’re all I can think about.”
Spreading her legs wider, I drop to my stomach, my mouth so close to where I want it to be.
I breathe her in, committing the sweet scent to my memory before I lean forward and lick up the length of her pussy.
The hand that’s still in my hair fists so tightly, I swear she’s going to pull some out.
With her taste coating my tongue, I set to work, giving her all my best moves, which has her on the brink of orgasm in only a few minutes.
“Oh my God. Rett. Yes. Yes. Please,” she cries as I hold her off.
