His response set fire to my insides. “You did.”
The fourth date was at home, and honestly, I knew exactly how it was going to end.
I was thirty-one weeks pregnant and felt every minute of it. I didn’t feel like going out, but I was craving Indian food. Victoroffered to make it, but I practically growled when he suggested it. I wanted traditional Indian food with all the trimmings, and nothing but the best would do.
So, I sat with my huge bump in between my legs, using my naan bread to clean the inside of the Jalfrezi container.
“Oh, my god,” I said when I was finished, pushing it away from me. “That was better than sex.”
Victor scooped up the cartons and frowned. “Better than sex? Is that a challenge, Miss. Morrison?”
Oh, fuck me. Him calling me that took me way back to when we were first dating, and the fact he was using it now told me how seriously he was taking all of this. It was also hot as fuck.
“No,” I said, staring up at him. “Well, maybe.”
He tossed the containers onto the table and sank between my legs, his lips close to mine.
“I’m gonna need to know if it is a challenge, because I’m damn sure any sex we’ve ever had has been better than food.”
I exhaled and reached for my soda bottle, lifting it to my lips before sucking on it slowly, maintaining eye contact the whole time. He grew hard almost instantly against me.
“Lila…”
“Hmm?” I placed the soda bottle back on the side. “What, Victor?”
“You’re all flushed and sexy; saying my name like that will get you into all kinds of trouble.”
I bit my lip. “What kind of trouble?”
He crushed his mouth against mine, and it was like a firework escaping into the sky, all pent-up tension and energy having to release somewhere. Our first kiss in so long. I wish I could say it was romantic, but it really wasn’t. I wanted him inside me, he wanted to be inside me, and it was as primal and animalistic as that.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned as I dragged his shirt off him.
“Victor, you won’t; I’ll do it.”
Something burned in his gaze as I stripped off, kicking my clothes aside.
“Fuck, Lila, look at you,” he breathed. I crawled towards him, and his pupils blew wide, his gaze tracking every movement like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He shoved his pants down, his dick as hard as rock. My mouth actually watered as I stroked the girth, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.
“Baby,” he moaned, reaching down to cup my aching, swollen breasts gently. He helped me straddle him, and his dick slid against my slickness. “You’re so wet…”
“I know,” I whispered, reaching behind me to align his dick with my entrance.
“I need this so bad, baby.”
“I need it too.”
He softly licked my nipple as I shivered, his dick stretching me as I lowered myself onto him.
“Fuck!” he hissed, his hands moving to my hips to help steady me. “Are you alright?”
“I’m perfect,” I whispered, rocking my hips gently as I pushed him down so he was lying flat. My belly rested on his, and his hands were palm side up, offering me even more support.
The desire in his eyes burned, and I let out a soft moan as I slid up and down his dick so achingly slowly, he cursed.
“This is where you belong, Victor,” I whispered, and he nodded, his fingers lacing with mine as he helped me move up and down faster.
“This is where I fucking belong, Lila.”
