Chapter 26 Nova
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“Are you okay in there, love?”
My eyes popped open, blinking as I took in the soft glow of the bathroom. I had no idea how long I’d been in the tub, how many songs had played, or how many times I’d added hot water to keep the lukewarm bath tolerable.
“I read up and saw you’re not supposed to stay in baths too long, so I wanted to check on you.”
“Come in.” My voice was steady, but my heart swelled with something I wasn’t entirely sure how to name. Gratitude, affection—maybe something even bigger.
I had never felt like this before toward another human who wasn’t my mom or aunt, aside from maybe Luna. As many times as she’d propositioned me, I also never saw her in a sexual light either.
The man standing in front of me, his thick form towering over the edge of the tub, was everything. I felt all of the things for him. Every single one.
“You okay?”
“More than okay.” I gripped the sides of the tub carefully as I stood.
His eyes widened, then flicked away for a moment before he turned quickly, grabbing a towel and holding it up for me, shielding me like it was second nature. I stepped into the warmth of the towel, wrapping it around myself as his hands lingered long enough to steady me.
When I turned to face him again, the words I wanted to say tangled somewhere in my throat. So I didn’t speak. Instead, I reached up, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down to me, my lips finding his in a kiss that said everything I couldn’t.
When we finally broke apart, he stayed close, his forehead resting against mine.
“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “I missed you yesterday.”
I didn’t overthink it. I nodded, my heart full, and whispered, “Yes.”
I kissed him again, my lips crashing into his with a hunger that made my entire body tremble.
The towel slipped lower, barely hanging on, as I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt.
His breath hitched, his hands finding my hips, gripping me firmly, as if he was grounding himself in the chaos of my touch.
I pushed him backward, my body pressing against his until his back hit the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. Sliding my fingers up his neck, I threaded them into his hair, tugging lightly as my lips parted, inviting him deeper.
“I need this,” I murmured. “Please.”
His hands tightened on my waist, his thumbs brushing against my bare skin, teasing the edge of the towel. He groaned, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing closer, feeling every inch of his body against mine.
My lips left his, trailing along his jaw, nipping gently as I moved down to the curve of his neck. His breath was uneven, his head tilting slightly to give me more access. I tasted the salt of his skin, his scent intoxicating.
He slid his fingers up my back, dragging the towel loose with each touch. My bare skin met his heat, the friction unbearable in the best way, and I let out a soft whimper as his hands explored, teasing, kneading, and unraveling me.
“If we start this, love, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he groaned into my mouth.
He gripped my hips like he couldn’t let go, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back. Before I could respond, he swept me up, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. My heart raced as he carried me out of the bathroom.
The bed caught me softly as he set me down before hovering over me, his gaze burning with an intensity that made me shiver.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He shook his head, his jaw clenching, but his eyes betrayed him. “Nova . . .”
I leaned forward, the towel barely clinging to me, and slid my hands under his shirt, my fingers brushing against his bare skin. “Please, Ollie,” I whispered, my voice low, almost trembling. “I don’t want to stop.”
His resolve cracked, a quiet groan escaping him as his lips crashed into mine again, his hands gripping my waist tighter, pulling me closer. There was no hesitation and no space for second-guessing. His control was slipping.
“This isn’t about wanting you, Nova. It’s more than that.
You’ve been through so much, and you deserve something .
. . more. Something good. Something special.
” His thumb traced a soft circle against my hip, his voice low and steady.
“I want to make it special. For you. But I need to know if you’re sure. ”
There wasn’t a flicker of hesitation in my mind. Not even the faintest doubt. “I trust you.”
The towel slipped from my body and pooled on the sheets as I shifted, his eyes raking over me. A coy smile curved my lips as I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a feigned innocence that made his jaw tighten.
“Oops.”
I bent down, slowly dropping to my knees, pretending to reach for the towel. Instead, my hands slid past it, grazing his thighs before curling around the waistband of his pants.
His fingers twitched at his sides. “Please, love, let me take care of you.”
I shook my head, my fingers deftly working the button on his pants as I looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “I need this,” I whispered, my voice dripping with intent. “I want this.”
I tugged his pants down slightly, enough to reveal the sharp line of his hips, my fingers tracing the edge of his boxers. His head tipped back, a low, guttural sound escaping him, his hands gripping the edge of the dresser behind him for support.
“You look so good unraveling under my touch. I’ve been thinking about this for days. About tasting you. About hearing you lose control because of me.”
His control snapped, one hand diving into my hair, tangling in the strands, but not pushing, just holding, trembling with restraint. “Nova . . .” he rasped.
I grinned, flicking my tongue over the sensitive skin above his waistband, savoring the way his body jerked under my touch.
“Let me take care of you, Ollie,” I purred, sliding my hands lower, teasing him. “You’ve already made me feel safe. Let me show you how much I want you.”
He groaned again, deeper this time, his resolve shattered.
I flicked my eyes up to his. “Take off your shirt.”
I left no room for argument, and his lips twitched.
“So mouthy today.” He pulled the fabric over his head and tossed it aside.
His chest was everything I remembered and more. His well-built, hard muscles begging to be traced.
“Shhh,” I whispered, leaning closer as my fingers curled around him, stroking gently. “Let Mommy help you.”
His groan was immediate, his head tipping back slightly as his hands fell to his sides.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” I pulled off his boxers and darted my tongue out to flick against his length.
“Nova . . .” he hissed.
I didn’t wait for him to respond, taking him into my mouth in one slow, deliberate motion, my eyes locked on his.
His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound escaping him as I hollowed my cheeks, letting my tongue swirl against him.
He was so thick that I had to go slow at first to adjust to his width.
“Fuck, you’re unreal.” He tangled his hands in my hair.
I pulled back slightly, letting him feel the drag of my lips as I released him with a soft, wet sound.
“You taste so good.”
“Christ, Nova,” he growled, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as I took him again, deeper this time, moaning around him to feel the way he twitched against my tongue.
“Let me hear you,” I whispered, pulling back enough to tease him with my breath before taking him again, picking up my pace, deliberate and relentless. “I want to hear what I do to you, Ollie. Don’t hold back.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned as his moans filled the room, deep and unrestrained. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“That’s the plan,” I murmured, my lips curving into a wicked grin as I wrapped them tightly around him, taking him in deep until he hit the back of my throat. I moved my hand in sync, gripping him firmly, twisting and stroking with the same rhythm as my mouth.
His groans turned to ragged gasps, his body shuddering uncontrollably as he lost himself to the sensation. Tangling his hand in my hair, he pulled me closer, his hips jerking helplessly as I sucked harder, my tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of his length.
“Nova, fuck, I’m—”
I didn’t stop. His release hit hard, his cock pulsing as hot, thick spurts flooded my mouth.
I swallowed without hesitation, milking him with every stroke of my hand and swirl of my tongue, drawing out every last drop.
His body jerked with the intensity, the sounds he made raw and uncontrollable as I kept going, ensuring there was nothing left by the time I finally pulled back, licking my lips with a satisfied smirk.
I wiped my mouth before I turned my body toward the bathroom.
“No way.” He lifted me to my feet before hauling me up by my ass and laying me flat on the bed. “You’re not getting away that easily.” He prowled closer. “I’m going to start up here.” His lips brushed my cheeks, soft at first, then firmer as he kissed a slow, burning trail downward.
My breath caught, my heart racing. “Don’t you have to, like . . . wait or something?”
“Around you? Fuck no, love.”
His cock twitched against my inner thigh, telling me that he was already ready for round two, as he moved lower, his kisses unrelenting.
When his mouth latched onto my nipple, the pull was hard, and my body jolted.
Pregnancy had changed me, made me more sensitive, my nipples fuller, darker, and so responsive to the slightest touch. This was a wildfire.
He swirled his tongue around the swollen peak, slow at first, before he sucked, drawing a desperate moan from my lips. My back arched off the bed, my round belly pushing against his chest.
“Look at how you react.”
His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, just enough to make me cry out, while he pinched and rolled the other nipple between his fingers.
“You taste so good.” He flicked his tongue over the peak before sucking it into his mouth again, harder this time.
I was trembling.