10. Ellie
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Ellie
His eyes darkened. Grabbing the ridiculous jacket, I pulled him into the apartment and nudged the door closed with my foot. He didn’t stop me as I shoved the jacket off his shoulders, but when my hands went to the buttons of his shirt, he grabbed them.
“Ellie,” he murmured, “we can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Baby…” He looked absolutely pained as I managed to wiggle my fingers and free a button. “Do you want to talk about this?”
“No one has touched me in weeks, Gideon,” I murmured.
“And I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but pregnancy makes you horny as fuck.
Now I have that ridiculous dildo, but I don’t use it because all I want is you.
Even when I thought it was over, I still dreamed of you.
I fingered myself every night, wishing you were there.
Now you’re here, so are you going to make me get myself off again, or do you want to help? ”
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groaned.
I got another button undone. “You told me that I could make all the choices. This is my choice.”
“I did say that, didn’t I?” he murmured as he stared down at me.
“Kiss me, Gideon. Like you were in my bed.”
With a groan, he lowered his mouth to mine, and I eagerly opened to him.
His hands moved to the back of my head as he angled me, which gave me the freedom to go back to work on his shirt.
Moaning as his tongue hungrily fucked mine, I spread my fingers along the hard muscles and smooth skin of his chest.
His other hand slid down my back and cupped my ass before bunching my dress in his fist and dragging it up. He broke the kiss just long enough to lift my hands so he could pull the dress up. Cold air hit my naked skin, and he hissed.
“Fuck. You’ve been naked under that the entire time?”
“I have,” I laughed breathlessly. My hands cradled my belly as his gaze dropped. It was rounder, and even though he’d seen me naked in the tub the other day, I’d barely been sane enough to feel anything.
But now? Oh, now I was aware of his roaming gaze.
“You are even more beautiful,” he groaned as his knuckles skimmed over my belly and up to my tits. “Fuck, these are going to get bigger, aren’t they?”
“I believe so,” I chuckled. “Everything is going to get bigger.”
“I don’t deserve you.” He walked me backward with heat in his eyes. “But I’m sure as fuck not giving you up.”
His mouth and hands were everywhere as he kissed me hard, and I did my best to work on his belt. The back of my knees hit the couch, and I yanked open his button, undid the zipper, and yanked his pants down as I dropped to my knees.
“Shit, Ellie, wait,” he snarled, but I wasted no time fisting his hard cock and slipping my mouth over him. “Goddamn.”
Humming, I took him deep and spread my knees wide. Slipping off his cock, I stared up at him while I slid my hand between my legs. Wetting my fingers, I curled them back over his cock and slid my lips back over him.
“So fucking filthy.” His fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me over his cock. I reveled in his grunt and voiced my opinion when he popped his cock out of my mouth.
“I was playing with that.” I pouted.
Gideon pulled me up and picked me up. “Brat,” he snarled as he sat me on the arm of the couch and captured my mouth again. His hands rolled and pinched my nipples, and I whimpered.
His mouth moved slowly and deliberately down my neck and to my collarbone. I arched against him.
“God, I’ve missed touching you. Listening to those sexy little moans. Leave me again, and I might just have to lock you up.”
“Kinky. Fuck, Gideon, hurry.”
When he pulled back, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and his hands moved lower. One of those long fingers slid inside my wet heat, and I sucked my lower lip in my mouth. Fuck, yes, I so desperately needed to cum.
“Is that what you want?” he demanded, adding another finger.
“Close.”
“Tell me, Ellie, exactly what you want.”
My face felt hot. “Gideon…”
“Say it.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing the corner of mine without quite kissing me, and I made an embarrassing sound that was not dignified in the slightest. “I want to hear you ask.”
“Eat me,” I begged. “I want that tongue. Please. God, please.”
“Oh, baby, it would be my pleasure.”
Wrapping one hand around my throat, he slowly pushed me back until my shoulders were flat on the couch cushion, but my hips and pussy were still up on the arm. Running his hand down my body, he grabbed my hips and pulled me forward.
“Messy girl,” he murmured as he breathed on me. “You’re fucking leaking, Ellie. I’m going to have to clean this up, aren’t I?”
Clean it up? I almost laughed. He always just made me messier. This was what we were good at. Even when we’d spent the entire day avoiding each other, as soon as we were in bed, his hands were on me, and I could never say no.
It felt too fucking good.
But this time, we weren’t just fucking as a Band-Aid. In my ratty old apartment, it felt like circling back to the good times, remembering our roots.
His teeth sank lightly into the inside of my thigh, and I grunted. “Please,” I moaned. “Please, Gideon.”
“Thin walls, Ellie,” he reminded me with a chuckle, but when he slid his tongue over me, he did nothing to stop my loud moan as he circled my clit.
Lightning bolts struck me, and I closed my eyes as pleasure washed over me.
He returned his fingers, fucking me with both, teasing my clit until I was half out of my mind, screaming for him, and when he finally stopped playing, I bowed my back and practically levitated as my orgasm hit me.
Ah, fuck, there was nothing like it. This man knew every nerve of my body; he was a fucking musician.
Even as I shivered and convulsed, he continued to lick me through it, and when I was reduced to mindless whimpering, he grabbed my hands and pulled me upright.
“Taste yourself,” he demanded before he kissed me. “It’s my addiction, Ellie. I’d sell the company and spend the rest of my life between your thighs, making you scream, if I could.”
“Ugh… God… Gideon…” Pulling my head back, he licked my neck as he pressed his cock between my legs. “Yes. Give it to me.”
“So greedy.” Manipulating me even further back, he suckled a nipple in his mouth. “But then, so am I. I want these in my hands and my mouth every second of the fucking day.”
I wasted no time wrapping my legs around him, and his thick cock slid over my sensitive clit as he humped me. We both groaned, and he jerked back. Before I could protest, he jerked me off the couch, turned me over, and bent me right over the arm.
“Yes. Fuck, yes, please.” All I could do was clutch the cushion helplessly as his clever fingers slid into me, playing with me, while he muttered the filthiest things in my ear.
“Nice and wet. Just for me,” he grunted. “Fuck, this pussy is a goddamn dream.” Pushing my legs even wider, he shoved me back over the arm, and when he lined his cock up with my pussy, his fingers dug into my hips. He pushed hard with a hiss and slid right in.
Crack.
“Fuck,” we both cried out simultaneously as I fell forward, and he shoved even deeper inside of me.
“Shit, hold on, baby. Oh my god.” He grunted as he pulled out and pulled me upright. With his hands on my hips, he breathed hard behind me as we stared down at the couch. The arm had broken inward.
That’s what you get for thrifting.
“Bed,” I whimpered as I turned and practically climbed him. “Now. Hurry.”
“Ellie. Shit.” Lifting me easily, he settled me around his waist as he turned. Reaching between us, I gripped his cock, aimed, and pulled him back inside me. Hissing, he misstepped, and we slammed into the wall.
“Yes! Yes!” I shouted. Gideon slammed into me so hard the whole apartment shook. Muttering under his breath about us breaking load-bearing walls, he moved again. I was helpless to do anything as I did my best to bounce up and down while he walked.
“Jesus Christ, you are going to be the death of me.” Moaning, he stumbled a few more steps until something solid rested under my ass: the kitchen table. “If we break this, you are to blame and no one else.”
“Fuck me,” I demanded as I scored my nails down his back. “Now.”
Roaring, he shoved me flat against the table and fucked me mercilessly. Slamming my palm on the wood, I cried and mewled as I came again on his cock, but he didn’t stop. By the time the stars faded, they began again.
“One more,” he demanded. “Stay with me, Ellie. Fuck, I need to feel it again. Let go, baby. Cum on my cock. One more time. You can do it. So hot. So slippery. Yes. Shit, yes.”
My vision blurred as I exploded, and he roared as he slammed into me. I felt every inch of him as he spilled himself inside me.
I don’t know how we got to the bed, but when I opened my eyes, it was dark, and he breathed evenly next to me, his arm curled protectively around me and his hand pressed against my belly.
Joy exploded inside of me, and I smiled. This was going to work. I had my husband back, and we were going to have the most precious little girl. A family.
Everything was absolutely right in the world.
On the nightstand, my phone buzzed. I should have just closed my eyes and gone back to sleep. I should have just let this moment be enough, but I reached for the phone.
And my joy shattered.