His tongue laps up and down a few times before finding home on my clit where he swirls and nips. I’m cursing a slew of words I don’t even understand, and he moans as he licks me, with no sign of abandoning me, and plunges a finger inside me as I wail his name.
Carter’s eyes flick up with a satisfied grin against my pussy. My fingers clench the duvet above my head, and I can’t tear my eyes away from him between my legs.
“You’re always wet for me. Always ready for my cock. A good little girl ready to be taken.”
“If you don’t get inside of me right now, then I’m going to…” I grit out.
That wicked chuckle returns, but it only causes me to lift my pelvis a little because I’m serving my body to this man.
But he deserts my drenched pussy and stands. The sound of the buckle clinking open is always the part that heightens the tension because I know that any second, he will be inside of me where I desperately need him.
I get my wish because his knee parts my legs, and he uses his tip against my slickness to coats his cock. Our eyes tether together as he enters me, causing us to moan in sync with one another.
“This is mine again. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moan out.
He plunges deep into me and hard, and I wail from the sensation. I’m not in pain, but he is touching me in parts that only he can. With a grunt, he does it again.
“Tell me if it’s too much. It’s a little different this time…” The way he says that in a funny tone, I know he means because I’m pregnant.
“Don’t stop. I’m fine.”
We roll our hips together, and it’s taking everything in my power not to come yet. Being sandwiched between his body and the bed is where I’m supposed to be. A prisoner of my free will.
He interlaces our fingers but doesn’t let my arms fall. “Fuck, you feel good.” His hot breath tickles my ear.
We slow down, and with this thrust, the magnetism of what we’re doing floods our eyes. We meet halfway for a kiss. A crushing kiss of two people not just in bed for the fun of it.
“Rosie,” he mutters in the tone that I remember as the side of him that is his opposite.
He’s always demanding in bed, but I treat it more as a spiritual wave.
When we come together, it’s a perfect fit.
“I know,” I whisper. “I know.” I’m completely breathless.
Another pump and then another, our rhythm picking up.
It feels so damn good to feel dizzy, and it isn’t because of our baby inside of me.
It’s because of the man who was once my husband.
13
CARTER
It’s been a few weeks, and I’m not sure we’ve left this bed, but we have. Except mornings are a struggle. Just like today.
Which is more the reason that we are perfectly content here when the clock says it isn’t yet seven in the morning, but there is a little light sneaking through the blinds. Rosie’s in my arms as I spoon her from behind. It’s become a habit that my hand rests on her belly. There’s a little curve, but her belly isn’t the same as even a week ago. She has a radiance about her these days.
A few years ago, she glowed brightly because she was a free spirit who had no intention to let anyone have a bad day. Now? She’s still a free spirit, but now with a little more direction. Maybe it’s the age gap and our maturity levels were different but we chose to ignore it, or it could simply be that Rosie had to grow into someone she might have always wanted to be.
It has been a whirlwind. Our anniversary reminder that started out as a haunting but quickly changed into a reminder of what we were and could be.
It doesn’t matter how we got here in this bed but yesterday led us to it.
She’s here naked in my arms and begins to stir with those blissful little noises that she makes when she wakes. Her body wiggles against mine which doesn’t help my cock, but I’ve got to give her a minute before I slip right into her because she’s always ready.
