Chapter Eleven #3
I carry her the two steps to the bed, easing her down onto the comforter, strip off the rest of my clothes, and settle my body over hers, supporting my weight on my forearms so I’m hovering above her.
I take my time, stripping my shirt off her until she’s lying bare under me.
She didn’t bother with underwear, thank fuck.
My lips trace every inch of her skin from the dip in her collarbone to her breasts, over the smooth skin of her stomach where our little guy grows, down to the heaven between her thighs.
I’m not sure what it is, but I swear she almost tastes sweeter the further along she gets in the pregnancy. She’s definitely more and more sensitive. Every touch, every lick, every orgasm seems to increase in feeling and intensity.
I twirl my tongue around her clit and then suck it, releasing it with a pop before climbing up her body and pressing a kiss to her lips.
“As much as I love it when you go down on me, I need all of you. No space between us,” she says, tugging on my hair.
“You got it, Princess.”
When I push deep inside her tight pussy, Ellis lets out a shuddering cry, her back arching off the sheets as her fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head as we move together.
I catch our reflection in the mirror that’s leaning against the wall.
And the visual of her skin against mine, her thighs spread wide around my hips, hits me like a punch.
A wicked surge of desire spikes through me— the thought of watching her unravel, watching every raw expression of her in the glass, makes my cock swell until I’m hard as steel inside her.
I can’t resist it.
I pull my dick out just enough to slip my hands under her waist, rotating her onto her side and pulling her against my chest so we’re both facing the mirror. I seat myself back inside her from behind, her thighs spreading wider as she wraps one leg over my hip.
Seeing my broad frame wrapped around her, and my hand holding her hip as I slide in and out of her wet pussy, is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Every thrust is slow and deep, grounding us both to the reality of what we’re building together. In the reflection, I watch the way her lips part, the way her chest heaves, and the exact moment her head falls back against my shoulder as her jaw goes slack.
“Look at us,” I rasp against her ear as I slide my hand from her hip to her center, then circle her clit with my fingers while I stay buried deep inside her. “Watch what you do to me.”
I see her eyes flutter open in the glass, fixing on mine as the first pulses of her orgasm hit.
When she starts to come, I feel her walls contract around my cock in a rhythmic wave.
Seeing her unravel in the mirror, watching the sheer, unadulterated pleasure take over her body because of me — is the exact trigger that snaps my last thread of restraint.
My heart slams against my ribs. The sight of her getting everything she needs completely undoes me.
I thrust in deeper, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm crashes over me.
My cum, hot and thick, surges inside her tight pussy, my body shaking against hers as I watch us both shatter in the mirror.
We lay there for a long minute, chest to back, our breathing heavy and synced.
“I’m a huge fan of that,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “I think that’s my favorite thing about our sleepovers.”
“What? My cock, or the orgasms?” I murmur, my lips brushing her shoulder.
“All of the above,” she laughs while I’m still inside her, making her tighten around me again.
“Fuck,” I say, then nip her earlobe as I thrust into her. “You keep that up, and I’ll be ready to go again in a few.”
She laughs again, this time, pushing my chest lightly.
I pull out of her and make my way to the bathroom to get a towel to clean us both.
When I’m done, I toss it on the floor and lie back down, pulling the comforter to my waist. Ellis scoots closer and tucks herself against my side, her head resting on my chest, her arm wrapped across my ribs.
One of her bare legs hooks over mine, her thigh resting against my hip.
My arms wrap around her shoulders, and I can’t help but tug her even closer.
“Brody?” she murmurs softly, her voice getting sleepy.
“Yeah, baby?”
She shifts slightly, resting her chin on my chest so she can look at my face in the dim light.
“My parents’ house next weekend … ” she begins, a smile touching her lips. “You sure you’re ready for my mother’s chaos?”
I let out a laugh, my chest rising and falling beneath her chin.
“Ellis, I think I can handle your mom, some paint swatches and fabrics. Besides … ” I lean down to kiss the tip of her nose and trace her bottom lip with my fingertip.
“... as long as I get to bring you and our boy back home at the end of the weekend, Molly can do whatever she wants to the nursery at their house.”
Ellis sighs, pressing a kiss to the center of my chest before laying her head back down.
“I think I can make that happen,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed.
I pull the comforter tighter around us both, wrapping my arms around my entire universe, listening to her soft breaths as my girl falls asleep.