Page 68 of Shark’s Rise

Abbigail yanked my face away from her chest by fistfuls of my hair, and I chuckled. “That smart mouth of yours gets you in trouble, Little Red.”

“Mmm, God, my nipples are so sensitive,” she said, reaching up to rub the one I’d bitten.

At once, I pushed her hand away. “Mine,” I grunted before licking the bruised tip.

“Oh, shit. Shit. That feels so good. Oh, Bas, that’s so good.”

“Yeah?” She’d never been able to come from nipple stimulation, but maybe today was a new day. The sensitivity was heightened from the pregnancy, and I’d read some women became so sensitive that they could…

Ohhh, yeah. Challenge accepted.

I went to work on her breast while fingering between her legs. Her moaning and squirming told me she was all over my new plan too. “Feel good, Abbi?”

“Sooo good.” She arched her back more, pushing her tit into my mouth.

“Can you come for me like a good girl?” I taunted.

“Yes! Don’t stop, Bas. It’s right there. Right there. Fuck, yes!”

She reached between her legs with desperation, but I smacked her hand away from her clit too. “Also mine,” I said and sucked exceptionally hard, dragging her entire areola into my mouth. Alarmingly, a drop or two of sweet fluid hit my tongue, and my eyes popped open. Too deep in the moment and already aware of what it was thanks to my obsession with pregnancy research, I continued stimulating Abbi. I circled her clit faster with my wet fingers and sucked on her nipple. Over and over, I repeated the treatment until she cried out, scrabbling her fingers into the bedding for some sort of grounding through her climax.

“Sebastian! Oh, my God.” She panted hard. “Jesus!” Her breathing was harsh, and her eyes squeezed shut as I kissed my way up her chest, neck, and then finally to her slightly parted lips.

With a twisted face, she asked, “What is that? That taste on you?”

“Future midnight snack for Junior, I do believe.” I grinned wider at the alarmed look that broadcast across her face then as she shot to her feet beside the bed.

“What?” she cried. “And you didn’t say anything? You didn’t stop?”

“Why would I?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you, I want to be a part of all of this. Now come back here and get on my dick.” I held up my straining cock for her to mount.

“Ride me, Little Red. Now.”

Playfully, she slumped her shoulders and let her head lull back, trudging to the bed like she was headed to the gallows. “Ugh. If I have to.” But she couldn’t hold the act and started giggling as she crawled onto the bed and straddled me. Her pussy was so wet from her own release; it only took a swipe or two through her folds, and I sank all the way into her lush body.

“Oh, sweet mother of God.” My eyes rolled back in my head. Her vise of a pussy gripped my shaft and made me see stars, even without any movement. With my hands splayed across her hips, I held her in place, planted my feet flat on the mattress, and fucked up into her. “Fuck, yes, baby. Your hot cunt feels so good on my cock.”

“It’s yours,” Abbi promised between her husky, heavy breaths. “Every inch of me, Sebastian. I’m all yours…”

I scooted back toward the headboard and then bent my legs, like a mountain. “Bring your feet up here,” I instructed, patting the areas next to my shoulders. “Now lean back on my thighs.”

She flashed a saucy grin. “My very own hunky lounge chair.”

I smirked in return. “Something like that.” I paused, hissing, as I secured her feet against the headboard, ensuring she had leverage for moving up and down if she wished. “Damn,” I gritted out. “Oh, fuck!” I was buried so deep inside her pussy, and it felt so blissfully good. So completely right. And sitting this way, there was no strain on her abdomen either.

We fucked that way for a few minutes before I got frustrated with not getting enough friction on my dick. Bending my legs back in a “W” allowed me to lie her down on the bed and pound my way home in the traditional missionary position. The orgasm that haunted me most of the day finally pulsed up my shaft and jetted from my tip in one epic jerk after another. Fucking hell. I felt like a little piece of me died and was reborn a better man, every time I came inside this woman.

My woman. My Abbigail.

I flopped off to her side and pulled her into my arms. “Damn, woman, I love you. Thank you for that.” I settled my breathing and fought the need to sleep, wanting to just bask in her glow a little longer.

“I love you, too,” she said and then interrupted herself with a yawn. Didn’t stop her from scoffing, “I can’t believe you tasted that and didn’t say anything.”

I frowned against her neck. “Why?”

“Mmmph.” She was already drifting off to sleep. “Animal.”

“I want every part of you.” I nuzzled into her hair. “Every part. For every day. Forever, Abbigail.”