14. Watermelon #3
He kissed her hard while making quick progress undressing. “Hey, whatever you want. I’m here for you,” he said with a hiccup of a laugh and shrugged out of his shirt. “Buckle up, cervix, I’m coming in.”
Zoe tugged the snug contraption of a dress over her head until she was finally free of it, and quickly laid it over the bassinet.
Her hair would be irritatingly frizzy now, but she didn’t care.
For the first time in weeks, she was horny as hell and a ponytail would be just fine.
“I want you. Now,” she said, yanking him close again.
With her belly blocking his reach, he laughed and spun her around, and lowered his hand below the belly.
“I quit shaving,” she whispered, her voice crackling at his touch.
“So did I,” he whispered back, the rough of his beard tickling as he nibbled on her shoulder, rubbing her sensitive nub. “I’m still going down on you.”
Her breath caught as she tried to argue. No sense in explaining just how unsexy she felt right now, bloated and bellied, but what the hell, her naughty bits didn’t seem to care, heat spiking between her legs and filling her veins with insatiable lust.
Unsteady, breathless and so close but so far, she shifted in his arms and moved onto the bed.
Dark as the evening sky, his blue eyes were heavy, his thick lashes fluttering, looking at her like he was spellbound.
Zoe bit her bottom lip and watched his sweet prowl while she adjusted the pillows behind her. One hand around her thigh, the other slid into her, smiling wickedly at her as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
Behind the mound of belly, he lowered and the tip of his tongue flicked over her sensitized, core, already vibrating from his touch. Despite their tardiness, he laved slowly, caressed, and she felt like the only thing on his mind.
Her body primed to respond, eager to feel and soar, a high-pitched moan rattled her throat, radiating until she cried out, her back arched, and she rode the luxurious wave of climax.
Without pause, his gaze hazy and cozy, he moved up her body. Hard and thick with a need that matched hers, he slid into her.
“Ouch,” she hissed, and cringed as he stilled. “Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he said at the same time. “What do you need?”
“Just slow down, I think?” she squeaked.
Slower, carefully, he slid in and out.
“My cervix doesn’t care for that,” she said, cringing and wincing at the unexpected discomfort.
He laughed and rested his forehead against her temple, his body arched over her bump. “That’s okay. I’ll go take a cold shower.”
“Let’s try another position.” Her voice lilted hopefully, full of doubt.
“Okay. Want to be on top?” he offered, sweet and hesitant and she couldn’t help but grin at him.
“Let’s try that,” she said, and hoisted her body up and straddled him.
Damn, he was pretty. The beard was fully grown in now, his hair scruffier than she’d ever seen it—still neater than most guys around here—and his bright blue eyes studied her with an intensity she’d also never experienced from other guys around here.
She slid over him, and slowly, carefully, took the thick length of him in. He braced his hands on her sides, ready to move.
Hardly even there, little more than the tip, and that same bruised feeling rejected the position. “Not going to work.” Voice tight, grimacing with disappointment and frustration, she lifted back off of him.
“Doggy style?” he offered, laughing and smiling sweetly.
“I’m feeling less and less sexy,” she growled, and climbed off him. “Let’s try.”
“I’ll be really quick,” he offered, and popped around behind her.
Looking down and back was often amusing in such a position, unflattering at best, often comical when balls and boobs were flapping in the heat of things, but right now… “My belly,” Zoe whimpered. “I feel ridiculous.”
Ryder massaged his hands over her low back, settling on her hips, and pressed the length of him to her backside. “You look sexy as hell.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re horny as hell.”
“Maybe, but you’re hot.”
“Let’s give it a try,” she said, and wiggled her butt against him.
He snorted a cute laugh, and adjusted, and slid just the tip in. “Okay so far?”
Already better, she nodded, laughed, and looked up at him. “So far so good, but make it quick. I feel ridiculous.”
Sliding in, his expression instantly lost and his jaw dropped. He nodded and said, “Four thrusts and I’m done. Promise.”
“Oh, you’re on.” Heat licked up her middle at the full length of him comfortably in, more, at his expression, and his optimism. “You have four thrusts.”
“It might be five,” he said, laughing at himself, desperate with a hoarse sigh as he shifted inside.
No pain, no pressure, she ignored the awkwardness of the position, and she tightened around him as he moved.
“That wasn’t a thrust. Just testing my workspace here,” he said, and adjusted inside her.
“It was pretty close to a thrust,” she teased, her voice strained from the sensations.
He steadied one hand on her hip, and reached around and set his fingertips on her wet clit. Still sensitized from his tongue, the touch alone, hardly even a rub, set her moaning already.
In slow motion, he slid out, rubbing her as he did, then thrust back in. “One,” he said breathlessly.
“I lost count,” she tried to say to continue the joke, but her voice was gone with the returning rise toward climax.
Another thrust. Thick and hard inside her, his fingers rubbed, distracted, and moved with the rhythm their hips normally would be indulging in right now.
Heat curled through her, liquid fire scorching into her veins as she anticipated the next thrust, savoring the sensation of his fingers on her.
Another, and his breath quickened.
Four, and she was so close. “Don’t stop,” she said between breaths, the distraction chipping down her response.
As he moved in for number five, he changed the pace, gentle but fast, his hips bumping into her backside, his hand slipped off her to hold her by the hips.
Another climax roared through her until she cried out, a voice she hardly even recognized, so eager and carefree and thrilled.
Ryder slowed, withdrew, and they lowered to the bed.
He faced her and kissed the back of her hand.
“That was more than five,” she teased, seeking his look and grinning.
His eyes fluttered open, a slow smile following, and the look, the sweet heat behind it, sent her arousal spiking nearly as high as it had been a moment ago. “I was done at four.”
Zoe shook her head and snorted a laugh. “We are so late, and now we’re sweaty.”
“No contractions yet?”
A bedraggled, sweaty and rumpled vision looked back at her as she peeked across at the mirror. Definitely going for the ponytail, now. “None,” she grumbled.
Darkness was fully upon them now, so she flicked on the bedside lamp. She slid down to the foot of the bed to climb out, swung her legs over, and stepped on underwear and the bra. At least she’d had the foresight to put the dress on the bassinet, and found it quickly.
At the opposite side of the bed, Ryder extended his arms to slide into his shirt, and whacked into the wall. He hissed and shook off the pain, shifted, and put the shirt on with more focus.
“Okay,” she said, looking around the cramped room.
“Okay what?” he asked as he searched for his shoes.
“On the house. Make the offer, officially.”
Expression brightening in an instant, he jerked a look over at her, and that thrill, right there, said everything she needed to know. “Really?”
Zoe crossed to him, reaching him before he tucked in his shirt, and slid her hands up and under to find skin. She tilted a look, and smiled as she settled a soft kiss against him. “You are patient to a fault.”
“I wanted you to be ready.”
“Yes, but you were right, and I hope we didn’t miss out on my treehouse.
” She thumbed his bottom lip, and rubbed her fingertips in his beard.
“You worked your ass off for a decade to get that promotion, and even with a job you hate, you stick it out because you’re stubborn and you hate to fail…
I thought you were doing that with me, being stubborn and refusing to fail. ”
“You don’t think so anymore?”
“I do, in a way, but in a good way,” she said, shrugging and stepping back.
“You won’t let me or the peanut down, not because you’re afraid of failing, but because you know how to stick it out, and because you want to do it right.
You waited for me to be ready, because you wanted me to be all-in, no hesitation. ”
“Yeah,” he said honestly, sweetly and aching as he studied her. “Zoe, I’m all in, because I want to be.”
“I know.”