39. Chapter 38
Chapter 38
R amiro’s hands curled around Summer’s calves, his motions firm as he massaged the muscles. Heat shot through her, even though that wasn’t his purpose. It wasn’t a new feeling. He could just glance at her, and she wanted him, but having his hands on her every night made it so much worse.
During her last doctor visit, while she was alone during the exam, her whispered question was answered with an assurance that horniness was a very common symptom during pregnancy. The doctor had seemed amused.
Summer’s feet rested in Ramiro’s lap as he worked her muscles, and she tried her best to smother the moan rising in her throat while the rerun neither of them was paying attention to played on the TV.
Ramiro had that thoughtful look he’d started getting more and more often as he stared into space and hummed in his throat. “I think we should be talking to Bridget more often. ”
“What?” she gasped, trying to make her mind focus.
“I read that she can recognize voices now. That means we should talk to her, don’t you think?” Ramiro smiled at her, that soft, gentle smile that spread on his face every time he thought about their daughter. He’d worn it while he’d told her their baby was the size of cauliflower earlier that day.
Summer had never liked the taste of cauliflower but didn’t have the heart to tell him that. It wasn’t like she was going to eat the baby.
“Sure,” she agreed, feeling out of breath when his hands slipped higher on her legs, almost to her thighs, but it was only to shift them off his lap so he could lean over her, his face hovering above her stomach.
“Hello, Bridget. I’m your daddy, and I love your mommy very, very much.” Each word vibrated against her, tingling and sweet and devastating.
Summer let out a groan, pushing up from the couch. Ramiro straightened quickly, worried wrinkles digging into his forehead, but she kept going, crawling right into his lap to straddle him.
His eyes blew wide. “Summer—”
She locked her mouth over his, smothering his words and replacing them with a moan of her own as her hands dug into his hair, tugging his head back to lick inside him even better.
His hands fisted on the edge of the couch instead of grabbing her, but she could feel him getting hard. Her body shifted, and the friction was delicious and not enough at the same time .
She lifted her head, her ache intensifying at the hooded look in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” Ramiro rasped out, his body vibrating with tension beneath hers. “We don’t have to—”
She kissed him again, not wanting to hear the words that would remind her of what she worked to forget.
Summer had missed kissing Ramiro. He wasn’t careful when he kissed. He devoured her like she was the only one who could satisfy his hunger. His mouth made all her thoughts disappear.
Ramiro was the one to whimper as he gave in to his need, kissing her like he would never stop. Sensation took over—the feel of his lips, hard and soft at the same time, his tongue, tangling with hers, and his groan, rumbling in her mouth. Heat spread everywhere, and Summer let her body sink into it.
His mouth was the only part of him he’d let loose. She was the one rocking on top of his lap, grabbing his hair, rubbing her breasts against his chest, but it wasn’t enough. There was too much still separating them.
Her mouth broke free so she could drag the plum blossom printed nightgown over her head, tossing it away. Her rounded stomach pressed against his bare one, his hair tickling her.
Ramiro’s gaze dropped to her breasts, and his tongue licked over his bottom lip. Her breasts had begun swelling along with her stomach, and they felt heavier than they had before, with the nipples looking bigger .
His eyes moved back to hers, searching. His hands continued to clutch the couch beneath them instead of touching her like she wanted.
Summer’s hands found his bare shoulders, and she rose over his lap before pressing down firmly again. No nightmares rose to sink their teeth into her. His hardness between her legs only sent need through her when she stared into his eyes.
She was with Ramiro. He’d never hurt her.
“I need you, Ram. I need to feel you inside me.”
His hands lifted to grip her waist and his forehead fell forward to rest against her own. “If—”
She covered his concern with her mouth, the kiss deep and intense and everything she’d been craving. His breath fluttered over her damp lips when they parted.
“I’m not thinking of anyone but you and this delicious feeling inside.” She shifted against his erection. “Please fuck me. Please, Ram.”
“Fuck,” he gasped against her lips before taking them hard again, his arms banding around her back and bringing her body as close to his as he could.
She let herself get lost in him, sinking into the heat and tingles and ache building inside her body. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her underwear, palming her ass and helping her to writhe against him as she sucked on his tongue.
He broke away, panting as he dragged the cotton down her thighs. “Lift for me,” he urged. “I want you naked and spread. ”
She fell against him in her eagerness, letting him deal with the mechanics. “Yours, too. I want to feel you.”
He lifted them both enough to drag down his sleep pants, kicking them off and making her bounce against his cock.
Summer tried to shift her body, tried to take him inside, but his hands were back at her hips, controlling her movements as he dragged her slit along the length of him.
“Not yet. I want you so wet and dripping that I’m able to slip right in.” His hands worked her against him, teasing her opening with his hardness. “I want you to enjoy every orgasm I give you.”
“Please,” she begged.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. Don’t worry.”
Ramiro’s voice wrapped around her along with the scent of his skin, that spicy citrus that she wanted to coat herself in. He stared into her eyes as his hand moved between her legs, his fingers sliding along her slit and up.
His fingers brushed over her, adding to the ache. “This throbbing clit of yours needs attention, doesn’t it? You like these little circles, don’t you?”
She leaned forward, nudging his chin up so she could latch on to his neck, sucking as he touched her, as the ache got so intense her body shook.
“You really did need this. I’m going to take care of you. I’m always going to be the one to take care of you. ”
The ache and throb twisted as he rubbed, and she bit down hard on his skin, muffling her moan when her body shuddered and came.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
She lifted her head, needing to see those dark, warm eyes that were all him.
His fingers shifted to her slit, swiping up the wetness from her orgasm before wrapping his hand around his cock, coating it with her.
It was hot, but she still felt so empty. “More.” She tried to press down, but his hand was blocking her.
His fingers moved back to her, sinking inside. They curled, rubbing along her inner wall and creating a need even sharper than before.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His palm pressed into her clit as he pumped his fingers inside her, thrusting them right over where she wanted them. “Look at me, baby girl. I want your eyes on mine as you gush all over my hand this time. I want to watch you come.”
Each motion of his hand was faster, harder.
“That’s it. Hear how wet you are? Feel how easy it’ll be for you to take me?”
The ache intensified, and she dug her nails into his shoulders as her body tightened more and more.
“Please!” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She knew he would keep going, would make this tide break .
His eyes were intense, as if even his gaze wanted to fill her up inside.
“Please, please!” she gasped as the tension twisted, as her thighs shook and her hands clung. His fingers thrust in, and her vision blurred as the orgasm ripped through her body, making her clench and release around his fingers, trying to drag them in deeper with every pulse.
Her forehead dropped to his, his eyes the first thing to come into focus. The way they glinted made her throat tighten.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “The way you fall apart in my arms makes me feel…” He shook his head, his hair tickling her face. His eyes squeezed shut, the lashes damp. “I don’t even know. I can’t—” His voice broke, and he tried to swallow the sound.
She kissed over one of his eyelids, then the other, before pressing their foreheads together again. “I still need you. I’ll always need you.” She laughed against his lips, kissing him as her heart throbbed. “I’ve been all tangled up with you ever since that bridge, and I want it that way. I want to be as close to you as possible all the time.”
“I know. I know you do.” His eyes opened, continuing to shimmer. “I want that, too.”
She shifted against him, the need to be connected almost painful. “Don’t leave me empty.”
His breath shuddered against her lips as his hands firmed on her waist, angling her up so he could press against her. They both cried out as she sank down on his length until he was buried inside her.
Their bodies shook. There was no pain, just a fullness that made her head spin. She squeezed around him, realizing all over again that they were as close as they could possibly be.
“Ram,” she whispered, nuzzling his cheek. “I love you.”
He let out a broken gasp, pulling her down onto him even tighter, the movement making them both whimper as the ache spiraled and spread.
“I love you.” Summer clung to him as her body moved, seeking what it needed.
His strong arms helped her to lift and fall, slowly at first, every inch of him pushing in and making her clench and squeeze around him.
“You’re with me,” he said. “I’m the one inside you.”
Their bodies moved together, each stroke tightening the ache inside. Her skin tingled, her fingers clutched at him, and she couldn’t seem to stop those small “uhn” sounds from slipping out of her throat as she stared into his eyes.
“That’s it. Oh, fuck, the way you’re fluttering around me is making me so fucking sensitive.” They thrust together, their movements faster.
“Oh, fuck.” He cried out against her mouth as he slid in deep and her body clenched around him. “I’m going to come. I can’t—” His eyes were darker than ever, his pupils blown wide. He cried out as he thrust up and tugged her down onto his lap. His mouth went slack as his body shuddered, and she felt him come inside her.
His orgasm triggered her own, the clutching wave inside of her body gripping him as if she never wanted to let him go.
Their arms wrapped tightly around each other as their bodies shook. Her lips found his neck, and she kissed his sweaty skin, liking the taste of salt mixed with the scent that was all him.
“I read pregnant women need sex more often,” Summer mumbled into his neck.
Ramiro’s chest rumbled under her ear as he laughed and hugged her close. “You can have me as often as you want. I’m yours, baby girl.” He nuzzled against her head. “Always yours.”
Summer waited for the inner voice to sneak up, the one that would tell her she didn’t deserve this, any of this. It stayed silent. She panted against him before brushing her lips over his skin again and relaxing into his hold, the place she wanted to be.