She squeezes my hand. “More.”
I do as she asks, thrusting my cock harder as I kiss along her neck.
Her breathy moans make my balls tighten, but I’m not going to spill until she has her pleasure.
“Oh, God,” Riley groans into the pillow.
“That’s it. Come on, baby.” I take her earlobe between my lips and suck as I pump my hips faster, making sure to sink my cock as deep inside her pussy as I can.
When I hit that sensitive spot, we both groan, and Riley shudders beneath me before she finally climaxes.
“Oh, fuck,yes,” I grunt as her pussy pulses around my cock.
I can’t hold back any longer. With one last thrust, I empty myself inside Riley before collapsing against her.
“That was worth being woken up for.” She sighs, and I laugh.
I kiss along her shoulder. “Glad you enjoyed yourself. I could stay buried inside you forever.”
“Mmm… That would be nice.”
I let myself stay inside her for a few minutes, just so I can take in the sight of her flushed cheeks and blissful expression, before freeing myself and heading into the bathroom to grab a towel to clean up.
After, Riley curls into my chest, her eyes already fluttering closed.
But I’m wide awake.
Holding her in my arms is nothing but a reminder of what I have to lose, of what Sean O’Keefe could take from me if we’re not careful.
“I need you to promise me something,” I say quietly.
“Mmm…”
“I need you to be extra careful from now on. Can you do that?”
“Promise…” she murmurs.
I pull her tighter against me and press a kiss to her forehead.
She lets out a sigh before drifting off to sleep, warm and safe in my arms, leaving me to lie awake and stare into the darkness.
Chapter Nineteen
RILEY
A huge yawnescapes me as I finish pinning back my hair. The dark circles under my eyes still manage to show through the layer of concealer, but I can’t be mad. Not when my lack of sleep is due to Kieran giving me multiple orgasms last night.
My appointment with the OBGYN is this morning, and from what Ciara has told me, I’ll be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat today, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
Part of mewantsto feel excited, but it’s hard when I’m riddled with guilt.
I smooth down the hem of my dress and force my face to look anything other than panicked, though that’s hard when my heart is hammering in my chest.
I’m second-guessing everything from my outfit choice to the body wash I used in the shower.
The rational side of my brain knows I’m being ridiculous, but it’s too late to change now. If I want to make my appointment on time, I need to be leaving in the next ten minutes.
When I walk into the kitchen, the smell of coffee floods my senses.
