Chapter 15
AVA
Ibite down on his neck, tasting salt, feeling his firm muscles pressing against my teeth like he’s going to snap them. He’s halfway inside of me, his huge, hard dick pushing against my walls, making them sizzle and tingle with each inch he drives inside of me.
I let go of his neck, but keep my mouth close, letting his body catch my moans so we don’t wake our baby.
I’m fucking the father of my child.
The thought punches through me, somehow adding to the pleasure. Just like when he kissed my stretch marks and praised my extra curves… it makes each shimmer deeper, penetrate more parts of me.
He leans back, giving me a view of his muscled chest, his eyes focused on me and me alone. I look down between our bodies, at the mess of his wet, massive dick gliding deeper and deeper.
Soon, he’s all the way in. I gasp as my walls readjust around him. There’s an extra, tingling sting after pregnancy. But it’s not painful. It’s almost like it’s adding to the pleasure.
I did not expect that.
“Rub those tits for me,” he snarls.
My hands snap to obey him immediately. I push them together, kneading my own flesh, feeding on the hunger in his face. He stares down as if he’s hypnotized, pulling out of me slowly at the same time, then grinding back in with the same torturous tempo.
He hunches over, bringing his mouth to my breast, biting softly, then sucking my nipple. I moan at the combined pleasure, his thick shaft filling me completely, his pubic bone grinding against my clit, and his mouth making my nipple tingle and ache.
“Fuck,” he growls, pumping his hips faster.
I push against his abs, and he slows immediately.
“Sorry,” he growls.
“It’s okay,” I sigh. “Just… like… that.”
“Hmm.”
He returns to the previous tempo, planting his hands on the sheets next to my head.
He looks into my eyes, then down at my breasts as they bounce in time with his thrusts.
When he looks lower, seeing his cock sliding into me, he makes an unhinged noise like it’s taking everything he has not to pound me into the mattress.
I grip his round, firm shoulders, feeling my fingernails bend, as our bodies make slick, filthy noises. He reaches between us with one hand, thumb pushing against my clit as his hips pump relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Oh my God, Rafe.”
“Yeah?” he snarls.
“Yeah.”
He moves his thumb even faster, rubbing my clit furiously. His hips pick up speed again, but this time, with the added spark of his thumb, there’s no pain. He groans in approval and starts fucking me harder, the mattress whining beneath us.
My walls stretch, accommodating him, and he groans like he’s been waiting for this. For me. His thumb moves faster and harder, setting my nub on fire. The pleasure builds into a tight ball of nerves, threatening to release at any moment.
I move my body in time with his, rocking my hips just like that first night, when every one of my movements made him groan and blow air through his clenched teeth like he was constantly on the edge. Now, it’s the same… or even more intense, somehow.
He stares down at me with hungry eyes, pupils making his eyes almost completely black, his body thrusting relentlessly. My core is on fire, tingling, pulsing, as he pushes deeper and deeper.
His thumb is a force of nature on my clit, moving so fast now I don’t know which feels sweeter… the searing on my clit or his cock pounding deep inside of me. He thrusts even harder, but slows down when I wince.
“Fuck, it’s hard not to wreck you,” he growls.
“Who said you can’t?” I counter, feeling powerful and in control.
He lets out a shuddering sigh and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Ava.”
He keeps going at a slower pace, but his thumb speeds up even more. My head swims as my vision blurs. Every inch of me heats up like there’s a lit firework inside of me, the fuse sizzling and sparking.
I reach up, take his face in my hands, hold his gaze with mine as I interlock my ankles behind his back and pull him forcefully into me. He stares at me with that look in his eyes, like no one else exists, pounding into me as his thumb claims what’s his.
The orgasm erupts deep inside me, spreading outward in ripples that touch every part of me. I feel like a human wildfire, almost a year of pent-up longing detonating inside of me.
My walls caress his length, making him groan as he continues to thrust his hips.
He falls atop me, his mouth finding my neck, kissing and biting as his hips move relentlessly.
I bury my face in his hair, groaning as loudly as I can get away with, letting him know through each sound and each twitching movement how unbelievably good this feels.
When the orgasm has finally passed, leaving me boneless and spent, he leans back, staring with a manic glint in his eyes.
I know what he needs, what he’s fighting, an internal battle not to turn into the beast I remember so well… the beast who pounded into me during those final moments as if his life depended on it, as if there was nothing and no one that could stop him from savaging my body, my heart, my soul.
“I know what you want,” I moan, pushing against his abs.
“Ava…”
“Don’t fight me on this.”
He watches in awe as I shift up the bed, climb to my knees, and look over my shoulder. I arch my back, sticking my ass out, feeling the same thrill I experienced when I had his cock in my mouth.
He walks on his knees behind me, his manhood jostling, the head slick with his precome and my wetness.
“Fuck,” he growls, smoothing a hand over my ass. “So… fucking… thick.”
I wiggle my hips from side to side, tempting him.
“I need you to come soon,” I moan, looking at him meaningfully. “Come in my pussy. Come as hard as you made me come.”
He collapses against me, his cock grinding into me, spreading my lips. He leans forward so that his hard, sweaty abs lay flat against my back. He wraps an arm around me, cradling and massaging my breasts as his hips pump.
I shift back against him, taking every inch, riding out the position fueled by his need. He sounds like he’s never experienced anything like this, as though I’m gifting him something no other woman will ever be able to.
He finally slips out. I look over my shoulder, watching as he pumps his hand over his cock. He groans as his whole body seizes, a thick jet of release shooting out of his engorged end and spattering over my lower back and my ass.
I collapse onto the bed, a dizzy smile on my face. “Good thinking,” I murmur. “I was getting carried away there.”
He grins and collapses next to me. “Surprised I could think at all when you started moving like that. Goddamn, baby.”
“We should get cleaned up,” I murmur, gently caressing his face. “But first, let me ask you something… are you going to be here in the morning?”
He leans forward and presses his lips against my forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I wake in the middle of the night to Theo crying. No matter how deeply I fall into sleep, Theo’s cries always cut through.
When Rafael tells me to go back to sleep, saying he’ll handle it, I’m sure I must be dreaming. I lie half asleep in bed, watching as he stalks out of the room. A moment later, I hear him pacing in the living room, talking to Theo.
“That’s it, little man. I know the bottle isn’t the same, but you’re doing a great job. Now, let’s see about that diaper…”
I feel like I’ve slipped into a dream when Theo stops crying and Rafael returns, climbing into bed next to me. I close my eyes, falling into a heavy sleep, waking several hours later with sunshine resting on my face.
Rafael stands at the end of the bed, dressed, two cups of coffee in his hands, when I open my eyes again. He smiles when he sees I’m awake.
“You could sleep through a warzone, angel,” he says.
“Theo’s the only exception to that rule,” I agree, smiling as I sit up. “Are you going?”
He sets the coffee down on the bedside table, sits on the bed, and cups my face in his hand. I turn my head toward his touch, savoring the warmth, the intense feeling of belonging, even as I warn myself not to get carried away.
“I’ve got business to take care of,” he says.
Business.
“But I didn’t want to just leave,” he goes on.
“Did I dream about you feeding and changing Theo last night?”
He smiles. “No, that really happened. I had no idea how complicated diapers could be, but I got there in the end.”
“Thanks, Rafe.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m Theo's father. If we were living together, I’d do that at least half the time.”
He must see something on my face: the conflict, the uncertainty.
“But I don’t want to rush things,” he says quickly. “For now, this is enough. Me, you, Theo, a date I’ll remember for the rest of my life… and the best night of my life.”
“You think it tops last year, huh?”
He leans in, pressing his lips against mine. “No doubt.”
I let the giddiness rush through me, even as a cautious voice warns me to take this slow, to not get carried away, to remember there are about a million things that could go wrong.