Chapter 30
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Olivia
I wake up slowly, warmth against my back and can feel a small smile playing at my lips when I remember it’s BamBam in bed with me.
Seriously, though, he’s putting out so much heat, I’m slightly overheated.
Or… it could be because I can feel his dick nestled against my ass and low back.
Christ on a cracker, he’s huge if what I’m able to feel is any indication!
A different kind of heat begins coursing through me as every memory of our time together replays in my mind like a movie reel.
Light guiding touches, soft grazes of his lips to my cheek, my forehead, the top of my head.
Holding my hand. Carrying Theo and taking care of him as though he was the one who planted him inside of me.
As my desire ramps up for the man currently sound asleep behind me, a small moan slips from my lips.
I want him.
I want all of him. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Because he’s shown me in a multitude of ways that he sees the real me and he wants me anyhow. He cares about me and Theo, something I remember Jasper screaming would never happen during many of his drunken diatribes.
Rolling over, I watch him sleep in the dim light of my bedroom. His face, usually somewhat harsh when he’s awake, has a softer look, as if all is right in his world. Reaching out with a finger, I lightly trace it across his beard, once again amazed at how soft it feels.
“You okay, Livy?” he asks, his voice raspy with sleep as his gaze meets mine.
“Um, yeah,” I mumble, as I feel my face heat up under his perusal.
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” he says, pulling me closer so we’re touching.
His bare chest against my pajama top has my nipples tightening which I’m almost positive he can feel. But it’s the hardening length that’s pressed against my lower abdomen and core that has a moan slipping through my lips.
I decide that I need to speak up about what I want, even if I’m scared shitless. Otherwise, how is he going to know I want to move forward? That I’m ready to take that next step? Taking a deep breath, I quietly ask, “Will you… will you make love to me, BamBam? Show me how it should be?”
“Are you sure?” he questions as his hand tightens on my hip.
Somehow, I instinctively know that if I threw my hand up and told him to stop, he would do so, and he wouldn’t get angry. Yet, I don’t want him to do that, so I reply, “Yes. I’m positive. And it’s not because I asked you to stay last night. In fact, that wasn’t even on my mind.”
He’s silent for so long, I worry that maybe I overstepped somehow.
Just as I’m about to say something to break the silence in the room, he leans in and kisses me.
It starts out like many he’s given me in the past, but this time, when his tongue swipes across my lower lip, carefully avoiding the split, I open to him.
Holy crap, if just a kiss has me feeling the way I am right now, I’m concerned that I might combust when we go further!
My heart is practically beating out of my chest as he deepens the kiss, and soon, our tongues are dueling as my hands clutch at his shoulders.
When we finally break apart, I’m a panting, needy mess, especially since one of his hands is now underneath my pajama top, curled around my breast.
“You still good?” he queries.
“Mmhm.”
As a response, it’s kind of weak, I know, but I’m feeling all the emotions right now, so it’s as good as it’s gonna get as far as I’m concerned.
He must be satisfied with what he sees on my face, because he moves in again and begins peppering kisses along my jaw, then down my neck while his hand slides my top upward until my breasts are exposed to his gaze.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning in and capturing a nipple between his lips.
The soft, but abrasive feel of his beard against my skin soon has me squirming as he alternates between my breasts until both nipples are swollen and turgid. “Damn,” I whisper, my heart stuttering in my chest.
While I don’t want to think about Jasper with BamBam right here, I can honestly say I’ve never been this worked up in my life!
My hands aren’t idle either, running across his muscular chest which has a smattering of chest hair that’s so dang sexy I could just scream in excitement like a teenager at a concert who's seeing her all-time favorite band perform for the first time.
“Want more?” he teases, grinning down at me. I nod and before I’m cognizant of what he’s doing, I’m completely bare to his gaze.
Part of me wants to hide my body from him, but the fact that I can feel his dick pulse against my thigh tells me that he likes what he sees. So, instead, I wait to see what he’s going to do next, anxiety and excitement warring inside of me.
“Someday, I’m going to put more babies right here,” he declares, his hand caressing my abdomen as he leans in and lightly kisses the stretchmarks that I got when I was pregnant with Theo. “Gonna give our boy some brothers and sisters to watch over.”
My core is now dripping with need, and he hasn’t done much more than made it to first base. Yet, each caress, each whispered word, each promise has ramped my desire up so high that I feel like I’m about to combust into a million pieces.
“Really?” I ask, my voice hoarse with anticipation.
Many women want careers these days, and there’s truly nothing wrong with that at all.
While I don’t mind learning a trade or a craft of some sort, my heart’s desire has always been to be a homemaker.
I want to cook meals for my family, take care of our home, be instrumental and hands on when it comes to raising any children I might have.
It might be archaic to some, and impractical to others, but to me, that contribution in a loving relationship is just as important.
“Absolutely,” he murmurs, taking my lips in another thorough kiss that has my toes curling.
I lose myself in the sensations pulsing through my body and allow my feelings to take over as my hands roam over his shoulders and arms while his own start moving down my body. Soft sighs and murmurs are all I’m capable of when his hand cups my mound, his fingers lightly stroking between my legs.
“Holy shit,” I mumble as my eyes widen with the electric zap that’s running through me.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” he whispers against my swollen, well-kissed lips. “And not gonna lie, having your scent all around me has made me ravenous.”
I’m not completely sure what he means until he settles his broad shoulders between my thighs and his tongue swipes through the folds of my pussy. Since this wasn’t something that he didn’t enjoy, all I have to go on is what I’ve read in the romance books I gobble up like a guilty pleasure.
As BamBam settles in like he’s been starving for years and I’m the full five courses he’s going to eat, I totally turn my brain off and allow myself to be carried along on his talented tongue and lips.
When he adds one of his thick digits to the mix, I feel something foreign start up low in my belly.
The warmth he’s inciting flares to a five-alarm fire, and I find myself writhing underneath his ministrations as he ramps my desire higher and higher.
But when a second finger is added, I detonate, screaming out his name as pleasure runs like shockwaves through me.
I’m grateful as hell that Theo can sleep through everything, seeing as I screamed the house down, that’s for damn sure!
I finally come back to myself once again and look down to see him grinning at me, his beard completely soaked from my release.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer, my hand reaching out to touch his beard.
“I’m not,” he asserts as he raises over my body, the head of his thick, hard dick at my entrance.
“You’re like fucking ambrosia, Livy, and it’s my pleasure to see you come apart under me like you did.
” With that, he thrusts inside, his girth and length causing a pinch of pain until my body adjusts.
“Hold on, baby, gonna take you for one helluva ride now.”
I don’t realize my legs are wrapped around his trim waist, my heels pressed into his ass as he starts a steady motion that soon has me climbing toward the top of the mountain once again. As my hands grip his bulging biceps, my nails embedded in the muscle, I lean up to kiss wherever I can reach.
“BamBam,” I hoarsely cry out as I feel my core clench down on him before I completely shatter.
The emotions currently running through me right now are so extreme that I don’t realize tears are steadily streaming down my cheeks until he pulls back slightly and looks at me with concern. “You okay, Livy?” he asks, now holding himself taut and not moving.
“Fine, fine, I think my emotions just got overwhelmed. Now, can you please move again?” I sass.
“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he replies, smirking down at me. His thrusts once again pick up and I’m caught in a haze of pleasure so intense that when my pussy clamps down on him again, he bellows and plants himself to the root, his own release finally hitting him.
Long, blissful minutes are spent as we both struggle to breathe until he slides out of me, causing me to whine at the loss. He chuckles as he pulls me so I’m draped over him, his hands running up and down my body as I focus on drawing oxygen into my body.
“BamBam,” I start, “I… I never… it’s never been like that before.”
He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose, a smirk playing on his lips as he says, “Good. Then I did my job correctly.”
“Well, you did something correctly, that’s for sure,” I tease, “because I can’t feel my legs at all, and my body has lost the ability to move.” Deciding to take the bull by the proverbial horns, I add, “I love you, BamBam.”
Completely sated, my eyes begin to droop, and I barely hear him whisper, “Gonna be like that as long as we both have breath in our bodies, Livy, because I love you more.”