Chapter 31 #2
She opened the lid, and her mouth dropped open in that shocked ‘O’ he loved so much.
“You did not get me this,” she said, astonished, but a delighted snort slipped through.
He winked. “Oh, but I did. So I can see it anytime I want.”
On a bed of emerald-green velvet, a string of pearls stretched out from end to end.
To anyone else, it was a lovely piece of jewelry, but he hoped she liked the tawdry reminder it served as.
A lusty, possessive look darkened his eyes as he let himself feel all the pent-up need he had for her. Her sex drive had decreased as she’d entered her third trimester.
The moment in her cottage when he’d found her using her vibrator—he’d remember it until his dying day.
He still thought about it in the shower most days.
It had felt like a turning point for them. The minute this started being about them and not just the contract.
He’d wanted to give her something to remember him by. So she’d think of him when she wore it when all this was over.
Obviously not like an engagement ring. Farthest thing from it, he reassured himself. But something…maybe a little romantic.
His thumb traced her clavicle as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, bringing her in for a slow kiss.
“So you can see how good it looks on you,” he whispered as he nipped at her lips, his thumb tracing the hollow of her throat.
She chased his mouth until they were locked in a hot, melting kiss, his hand squeezing around the back of her neck territorially.
She sighed as he raked his teeth over her bottom lip.
Do we have time for a quickie?
Probably not, damnit.
“Trying”—he kissed down her neck—“to be a gentleman. Not muss you up.” He buried his face in her neck, squeezing her hips.
She laughed, the throaty, sultry ache of it making his cock twitch as he kissed down to her breasts.
She pressed his head against her, urging him on. “What if I want to be mussed?”
He planted open-mouthed kisses over the tops of her breasts, in heaven. “Then I’d say you’re perfect,” he muttered, his tongue dipping in the deep valley of her cleavage.
He pulled out a breast from her tight bodice and lightly licked her nipple with barely there strokes as she gasped. They’d gotten more sensitive in the past month.
Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close. “Feels so good,” she sighed.
He buried his face in her tits as he pulled the other out. “Fuck, you’re so hot in this dress. I changed my mind; definitely don’t wear it. Save it for home.”
She chuckled. “Which home?”
He spun her back around to the mirror so he could see the messy perfection of her. Hair mussed, lips plump from his kisses, and heavy breasts bursting from the dress in front of him.
He moved the fabric of her dress over her bump and yanked her panties halfway down her thighs, liking the way they caught there.
“Home,” he said territorially, sliding his fingers into the slick valley of her pussy. They groaned together. “With me.”
The fantasy of them having a home together for the next two years played in his head.
Making a family. Falling into bed together night after night. Happily waking up with his arm half-asleep.
Trying to get pregnant again.
His eyes focused on her bump as he circled her clit, with her panting in his ear.
“I love the way you look,” he murmured against her neck. “Round, lush. Pregnant with my baby. A reminder that I filled you up.”
She grabbed a breast, and he covered her hand with his as they squeezed it together.
“Want it,” she said, biting her lip, “all over me.”
He captured her mouth, needing to bite her lip too. Taste her, make her part of him.
He smiled against her lips. “You want every drop, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed between kisses, and he toyed with her clit harder, faster.
He pulled at his belt and zipper and a second later had gathered the beads of pre-cum from his cock onto his thumb. He locked eyes with her in the mirror as he spread it on the tops of her breasts.
Marking her.
Home.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she sighed and smiled, pressing his head against hers. He nuzzled against her, dipping his hand down to her clit again to gather the wetness that had spread against her thighs.
He spread it against his cock as he stroked it, turning her so they were face to face. He nipped a kiss on her lips, and another and another as he stroked his cock.
“Hold your dress up while I come on your pussy,” he said in a low voice. There was something erotic about stroking himself as she waited for it, kissing him between strokes.
The head of his cock nudged against her clit, and she moaned. “Yes, cover it.”
He smiled. “Fucking perfect, dirty Miss Prim.” The wet heat of her pussy was too good as he stroked against her clit. “Where should I get you pregnant next time? The cottage couch?”
She moaned, leaning into him with a kiss. “Bent over your office desk.”
“Yes,” Wells sighed, imagining it.
She nipped another kiss as he stroked against her clit. “My guilty pleasure is imagining you bending me over the conference table in your old law office,” Allison sighed with a whiny moan. “While everyone watches you claim me.”
The image nearly made his knees buckle as his balls tightened, wanting it so bad. “Fuck me,” Wells cursed, coming over her pussy with hard, spasming strokes.
He swiped a string of cum with his thumb. “Open,” he groaned, his cock still pulsing in his hand.
He slid his thumb into her open mouth, and she sucked on it, her tongue cleaning every bit off.
Fucking perfect, that’s what she was. She squeezed her eyes closed and moaned as she kissed him, his tongue moving against hers.
He used the cum dripping between her legs, circling her clit with it. Made her take as much as she could. Hungry, sloppy kisses against those plush lips egged her on until her hips thrust against his hand. “That’s it, darling. You want it so badly, don’t you?”
She bucked against his hand, collapsing against his chest as her climax crescendoed with needy moans, hissing out his name.
Whining higher and higher until finally she came on his fingers, grasping his shirt and yelling into his chest.
Goddamn, she’s perfect.
They sighed against each other, now finally on the other side of it.
He pressed his forehead to hers as they panted. His hand stroked her bare, rounded belly. “So in closing,” he sighed, stealing one more kiss. “The dress looks great.”
A peal of laughter had her collapsing against his neck, and he held her there, pleased with himself. No more tears, just the way I like it.
He pulled her panties up as she fixed her dress, putting everything back in place.
“You’ll look beautiful in anything, and you should wear this if it makes you happy.”
“Maybe with my new necklace?” she said with a sweet smile up at him.
Want to keep her forever.
Wait—no, stop that.
Nope.
No you don’t; it’s just those damned oxytocin hormones.
He turned her to face the mirror and draped the pearls around her neck.
“It’s gorgeous,” she said, her fingers running over the smooth pearls.
She stood there with her boobs perfectly curved, like a goddamn model, lips plush and pink, hair thick and shiny and a little mussed. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, kissing her temple.
He liked seeing her in jewelry he’d bought. No better than a fucking caveman.
“Come on, I’ll drive you to the shower.”
She turned around, though, and wrapped him in a fierce, tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He instantly returned it, his hand resting on her head.
If he’d felt protective of her before, it paled in comparison to what he felt now.
He’d make sure she had an amazing baby shower, come hell or high water.