Her gaze holds mine, warm and steady.
“Want to know a secret, Hank?”
I nod.
“I really want you. I’ve missed you, and pregnancy has really made me horny. Please tell me there’s a room with a bed.” She winks.
Chapter 44
Hank
BeforeIcansaya word, she steps closer, her fingers curling into my shirt, and I lower my head as she comes up on her toes. Our lips meet in a deep kiss, slow at first, tender and loving. But it’s quickly replaced with the longing I’ve had for her. The kiss becomes deeper, hungrier as our tongues slide against each other. I can taste the sweetness of her mouth as her body presses against mine.
She lets out a small whimper and my hands move, settling on her hips, pulling her flush against my body so she can feel what she’s done to me.
The kiss breaks, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she whispers against my lips, “Hank, I want you. Right now. Where’s the bed?”
Her words ignite the fire that's been smoldering inside of me. I pull away from her long enough to take her hand, guiding her out of the nursery. We make our way down the hall to the master bedroom, and I’ve never been more thankful than I am at this moment that the housekeeper was here this week.
The bed looms in front of us invitingly, sheets rumpled from where I slept in them last night, and I turn to her, cupping her face as I kiss her again, softer this time, savoring the way she melts into me. The woman of my dreams forgave me and still has a place in her heart for me after the asshole I’ve been.
I trail my lips down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before sinking to my knees. My hands slide up her thighs, over her hips, pushing her shirt higher to expose the tiny swell of her belly. I press a reverent kiss there, right over the curve where our baby grows, feeling the warmth of her skin against my mouth.
Our baby.
I know biologically it’s not mine, but it doesn’t make it less mine. The guys will feel the same when she’s pregnant again. For a brief second, I wonder if she ever wants to find out who the father is.
“Is this gonna hurt the little one?” I murmur, glancing up at her with genuine concern, my palms splaying protectively over her abdomen. If it is, then fuck that, I’ll only be giving her oral.
Vee laughs, and the sound eases the knot in my chest. She threads her fingers through my hair, tugging me up gently. “No, Hank. It's perfectly fine to have sex. And unless there are complications, we can have sex up until I give birth.”
Relief washes over me, stripping the unease and dread away, allowing my desire to bloom again. I stand up and crush my mouth against hers as I take hold of the hem of her shirt and lift it up. I break the kiss only long enough to pull it over her head. As much as I want my mouth on her again, she still has too many clothes on. I reach around her and unhook her bra. The straps fall off her shoulders and the garment drops to the floor, revealing her full breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
We tumble onto the bed, shedding the rest of our clothes in a frenzy—my shirt yanked over my head, her leggings tuggeddown her legs, my jeans kicked aside. She's bare beneath me now, legs parting as I settle between them, my cock hard and aching against her thigh.
I kiss her deeply, one hand caressing her breast, thumb circling the peak until she arches with a soft moan. My lips leave hers, kissing a trail along her neck, over her chest until I take her hardened nipple into my mouth. My tongue licks the pebbled nub, then I suck it firmly. She squirms beneath me and it only urges me to continue.
God, I’ve missed my little vixen.
My fingers glide over her stomach, dipping lower, slipping between her slick folds. She's wet, her pussy clenching around the two fingers I’ve slipped inside her, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot that always has her begging for my cock.
“Fuck, Vee, you're so tight,” I groan, pumping my fingers faster, thumb pressing her clit in firm circles.
She gasps, hips bucking, her hands clawing at my back. I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for me. Her breaths come out in heavy pants, her body trembling as my fingers torture her pussy.
My cock is throbbing, begging to be buried deep inside of her, and I know once it is, that I’m not going to last long. Pulling out my hand, I move between her legs, spreading them wide, placing her glistening core on display. Taking hold of my shaft, I run it through her wet seam before placing the head at her entrance.
“I’m clean, baby. All the club girls are tested and after she sucked me off, I made sure to get checked again. Just in case. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you.I can get a condom if you want,” I confess to her.
“I trust you. Now fuck me.” Those six words are all I need to continue.
With a slow thrust, I push in, inch by inch, her walls gripping me like a vise. She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders, andI bury myself fully inside her. I pause for a minute, letting her adjust to me, then I move, pulling back and slamming back into her, setting a steady rhythm that has the bed creaking beneath us.
Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my bare ass, urging me deeper, and I give in to my desire. I thrust harder, faster, each drive making her beautiful, full tits bounce. Her moans and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room.
But I need more.
I lift my body up, taking hold of her legs, and place them over my shoulders; the new angle allowing me to thrust deeper into her, my balls slapping against her ass with every plunge. Sweat slicks our skin, and the walls of her pussy clamp down on my length.
