She’s breathtaking. Radiant. And my gaze drifts down, settling on her lower abdomen. Right now, there’s no change, but as the weeks pass by, there will be a slight curve, a gentle rounding that holds our future. I stare at it for a long, quiet moment, allowing the thought to wash over me.
Rory shifts beneath me with a soft, impatient whimper that breaks the silence. I pull at her nipples, and with her completely naked beneath me, I can see exactly how wet she is for me. Glistening, swollen, and completely open.
“Christ, I don’t want to take my hands off you, Romy,” I breathe out.
“Then don’t.” Her eyelids shutter closed, and she arches her back, pressing my hands into her chest. I pinch one, using my thumb and pointer finger, rolling it to soothe the slight painbefore doing it again. I work the other in the same manner, watching how she reacts to me and realizing she could come from nipple play alone, something new that’s come along with what I’m assuming is her pregnancy.
“Need inside you.” I take one hand away from her breast, trailing the tips of my fingers down the center of her chest, abdomen, and then her mound.
“Yes, please,” Romy begs. I sink two fingers inside her, her walls clamping around me. Motherfucker, there’s no way I’m going to last after watching her come, seeing her like this, and how she’s pulsing already.
“You want my fingers or my cock, beautiful?” I ask, moving in and out, pressing my thumb on her clit. I keep it there. The way she’s rocking her body and going after what she wants, this is all I need or want to do. Romy doesn’t answer. Instead, she lifts her feet up on the armrest, widening her thighs and lifting her ass up to get there.
“This, for now. It’s been so long, Vik.” Her voice is choppy, eyes opening, giving me that look I’ve always loved.
“Don’t I fucking know it.” My mouth waters, ready to wrap my lips around her nipple I’m not working or to drop to my knees and taste her. I wonder if her taste has changed or if it’s still the same. Next time, I’ll fuck her with my mouth. “Get there, beautiful. Come all over my fingers so I can make you come with my cock.” I curl my fingers, tilting them up at the same time while I keep pressure on her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants. God, do I wish it were my name. I don’t speed up. I keep my pace steady, my thumb moving in firm circles on her clit while my fingers maintain a deep pressure.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmur.
“Vik, wait, I feel like I’m going to...” She trails off, her eyes widening in shock.
“I’ve got you, Romy.” My voice is steady and grounding. “Don’t hold back,” I say as she lets out a sharp gasp as her climax breaks over her. Christ, a warm forceful rush of wetness spills over my fingers, soaking me and her. Wet coats her thighs and the leather couch beneath her.
“Wow,” she whispers, her voice entirely spent, a throat laughter escaping her. She collapses, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and while her chest rises and falls, all it does is turn me on further.
“Watch me, beautiful.” Her eyes open, and I slowly withdraw my fingers, lifting them to my mouth to taste the woman who’s carrying my child. “Christ, Romy, you tasted good before. You taste even better now.”
“Vik.” Her eyes don’t move from mine. She watches as I lick my fingers, exactly like I would her pretty pussy.
“We’re not done yet, Romy.”
CHAPTER TEN
vik
Idon’t waste another second. I step back from her to strip out of my clothes. Romy watches as I take off one piece at a time, unbuttoning my shirt first, having ripped off my tie and suit jacket on the way over here, needing to do something with my hands or I’d have probably ripped the steering wheel off.
“Vik.” My shirt opens. She licks her lips, and I work on my cufflinks. Once those are off, I’m standing in front of her in only my pants and shoes.
“You need me, beautiful?” I pull at my belt, it slides through the loops, making a whooshing noise, and I drop it to the ground as I step out of my shoes.
“Please.” My pants and boxer briefs get tossed along with my socks. I stand before Romy just as naked as she is. I wrap my fist around my cock, squeezing the tip tightly to stave off the need to jerk myself off on the beauty beneath me, to paint her with my cum and mark her as mine.
“You’re making it hard, beautiful. Real hard.” I grunt on a downward stroke.
“I can see that, Vik. So, what are you waiting for.” She trails her hand down her body, steepling her fingers right above her pussy. I don’t reply. I hook my hands under her thighs and lifther, shifting her until her butt is resting squarely on the arm of the couch. Somewhere along the way, she fell to the cushions. This position elevates her perfectly, tilting her pelvis up and exposing her to me once again. Romy grips the couch cushions for balance, and her eyes lock on to mine, wide, full of desire and anticipation.
“Vik, please,” she whispers. Her anger for me is gone, swallowed by sheer want. I step between her thighs, the tip of cock brushing against her soaked cunt. Romy lets out a loud gasp and her hips shift upward.
“Beautiful,” I growl, softly sinking inside her. I’m not taking this fast; I want to feel every goddamn millimeter. I keep my eyes locked on her, pushing forward, tunneling into her wet, tight heat. The sensation is overwhelming, if it’s from the pregnancy or the lack of having her in my life, I’ve got no fucking idea. Romy feels warmer, tighter, wrapping around me with a velvet grip.
There’s nothing between us—no barriers, no hesitations, just skin against skin, burning us up. I watch as her face transforms as I fill her completely. Her walls tighten, and her eyes flutter shut. A long, trembling sigh escapes her parted lips as I feel her ripple along my dick, saturating me with her wetness.
“You feel this, feel us?” I pull back a fraction of an inch before diving back in. Romy’s eyes lift, heavy and laced with pleasure, and I track every damn movement. One hand cups her full breast, the other holds my hand beneath her thigh. I begin to move in a steady, unyielding pace, sinking deeper before pulling out until all that’s left is the tip of my dick, only to plunge back in. The angle she’s in allows me to bottom out against her with every stroke. The slapping sound of the two us combined only makes me want her more.
“I feel you. I see you.” She looks at us. We both watch the way my body slides in and out of hers, the lips of her pussy wrappingaround my dick, her clit flaring to life, and her pale skin flushes from me wrapping my hands into her hair. Romy’s belly slightly shifts with the force of my thrusts, raw, primal, and so damn intimate. This is what I missed, her and I together, connected.
