Chapter 11 - Reece
Idon’t know why I blurted that out, but it just feels right.
There’s something in me that wants to take care of her, fulfill every wish.
And I know she wants a baby.
Maybe it’ll mean I can keep her?
Moving down her soft body, my lips work a tender line over the swell of her breasts.
They’d be full of milk.
With a groan, I continue lower, kissing a path to her belly button and lingering at the arch of her pelvis.
Her womb.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted to get someone pregnant before today.
It’s a need.
A driving force.
My fingers wrap around the waist of her pants, tugging them lower to reveal the auburn curls hidden inside.
Without warning, I drop my mouth to find her clit, reveling in the whiny gasp that escapes her.
She spasms, gripping my hair. “Oh my—” Her moan cuts off into a breathy pant.
“Reece…” Raking her nails across my scalp, her thighs shudder against my ears.
I could watch her forever, writhing against the sheets with the billow of the comforter tucked around us.
It’s like she’s on a cloud floating in the sky.
That makes it my job to get her to heaven.
With renewed suction, I flick her taut bud with my tongue, making her breasts quake with every stroke.
I like this new game.
Lick.
She trembles.
Rapid little flick.
Her nipples wave at me through her spasm.
Suction?She practically levitates off the mattress.
“Please?” she begs me, tugging on my hair. “So close.”
I’m aching for her too.
But this is almost more fun. Watching her twitch every time I touch her tells me I’m hitting the right spot.
“Come on my face, then I’ll warm you up from the inside.” Giving her a quick nip to the tender skin of her leg, I bury back between her molten thighs.
I haven’t gotten where I have in life by giving up on the race to my goals.
And she’s the finish line.
There’s a flutter in her breath as her moan drops into a husky rasp.
Plunging two fingers into her clenching pussy, I beckon her to tip over the edge.
Her hips jut into the air, crushing her sweet cunt against my lips as she goes rigid with a flush of red working up her bare body.
Merry Christmas to me. I want her to be the glowing decoration under my tree every year.
With a frantic urge, I push my jeans down, freeing my leaking cock from my zipper.
“Ride that wave, baby girl,” I growl, climbing her panting form, pulling her knee up to marry her heaving chest.
Her fingers wrap the purple head of my length, and her blue eyes fly wide. “Reece, you’re—”
“You’ll be fine,” I assure her, dropping my lips to the shell of her ear. “Relax and let me do the work.”
She gives me a tiny nod, rolling her puffy lower lip between her teeth.
I use short strokes, dipping the tip of my cock against her soaked entrance.
It’s a struggle to maintain control when her mouth forms a perfect circle and her eyes drift close as her features fade into bliss.
Her fingers loosen on my arms, shifting from a brace, to pulling me deeper.
“That’s it. Look at you, taking me so well.” I feather her arching throat with light kisses as I roll my hips.
Fuck, she’s so tight. There’s no way I’m lasting long.
“So big,” she exhales, tilting her waist to widen her thighs. Sweat prickles her forehead as her hands drop to claw into my ass cheeks.
She’s acting like she wants it all.
“Almost there.” My back burns in restraint. This is worse than swinging an ax. Every muscle in my body is screaming at me to piston into her.
“Give it to me.” Her moan tingles into my belly.
Pulling nearly all the way out, I give her what she wants.
Thrusting deep, our stomachs press as she cries out.
“Does my girl want to be pounded? Split in two?” Sizzling in my nuts warns me I’m getting close.
“Yes,” she mewls, gyrating her needy cunt against me.
That’s all I needed.
Withdrawing again, I slam into her, pushing another gasp from her luscious lips.“I’ll give you everything I have,” I grunt, driving into her again. “Take it. Squeeze me dry.”
Our skin slaps as my fingers dig into the flesh of her hip, tilting her to give her every inch.
The tip of my cock rams into the blossom of her womb, priming it for the eruption that is growing tantalizingly close.
Her breath comes in pants as the muscles of her pussy start to lock.
Then she’s arching against my chest, shuddering in contractions that rip through me, stripping me of every drop.
Groans mingle with our climax, until we both collapse into the sweaty sheets.
It’s warm enough now to kick off the blankets and pant together in a tangle of limbs.
“Better?” I ask, stroking her jaw with my thumb.
“Mmm,” she hums. “Toasty.”