Page 48 of The Decoy

Ellis leans back against me with a sigh, resting her head against my shoulder.

“Has he moved at all tonight?” I ask against her neck, my thumbs making small circles over her warm skin.

“A little bit, but maybe he’s in a food coma now,” she giggles, her hands rising to cover mine. “He seems to be active when I lay down lately, though.”

I turn her around in my arms until she’s facing me. In the dim light of the fireplace, her makeup-free face is stunning. My shirt swallowing her frame makes her look soft, and utterly mine.

I reach out and trace her lower lip with my thumb.

“I really love this,” I rasp.

“Love what?” she asks, looking up at me through her lashes.

“This,” I say, gesturing between us. “Us sleeping in the same bed. Waking up with you. Having your clothes mixed in with mine. Seeing our dogs together.”

She looks at me, her eyes softening into something unshielded. She reaches up, framing my jaw with her hands.

“I love it too, Brody,” she confesses. “When I’m here by myself, it feels empty now. And I find myself looking at the clock every day, waiting for your call or for you to pick me up, or counting the minutes till I can leave and head to Jersey.”

I don’t say a word.

Instead, I lean down and capture her mouth in a deep, slow, possessive kiss that tastes sweet and minty. My hands slide down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly until her toes barely touch the floor.

Ellis lets out a soft, breathless gasp into my mouth, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders.

I carry her the two steps to the bed, easing her down onto the comforter, strip off the rest of my clothes, and settle my body over hers, supporting my weight on my forearms so I’m hovering above her.

I take my time, stripping my shirt off her until she’s lying bare under me. She didn’t bother with underwear, thank fuck. My lips trace every inch of her skin from the dip in her collarbone to her breasts, over the smooth skin of her stomach where our little guy grows, down to the heaven between her thighs.

I’m not sure what it is, but I swear she almost tastes sweeter the further along she gets in the pregnancy. She’s definitely more and more sensitive. Every touch, every lick, every orgasm seems to increase in feeling and intensity.

I twirl my tongue around her clit and then suck it, releasing it with a pop before climbing up her body and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“As much as I love it when you go down on me, I need all of you. No space between us,” she says, tugging on my hair.

“You got it, Princess.”

When I push deep inside her tight pussy, Ellis lets out a shuddering cry, her back arching off the sheets as her fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head as we move together.

I catch our reflection in the mirror that’s leaning against the wall. And the visual of her skin against mine, her thighs spread wide around my hips, hits me like a punch. A wicked surge of desire spikes through me— the thought of watching her unravel, watching every raw expression of her in the glass, makes my cock swell until I’m hard as steel inside her.

I can’t resist it.

I pull my dick out just enough to slip my hands under her waist, rotating her onto her side and pulling her against my chest so we’re both facing the mirror. I seat myself back inside her from behind, her thighs spreading wider as she wraps one leg over my hip.

Seeing my broad frame wrapped around her, and my hand holding her hip as I slide in and out of her wet pussy, is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Every thrust is slow and deep, grounding us both to the reality of what we’re building together. In the reflection, I watch the way her lips part, the way her chest heaves, and the exact moment her head falls back against my shoulder as her jaw goes slack.

“Look at us,” I rasp against her ear as I slide my hand from her hip to her center, then circle her clit with my fingers while I stay buried deep inside her. “Watch what you do to me.”

I see her eyes flutter open in the glass, fixing on mine as the first pulses of her orgasm hit. When she starts to come, I feel her walls contract around my cock in a rhythmic wave. Seeing her unravel in the mirror, watching the sheer, unadulterated pleasure take over her body because of me — is the exact trigger that snaps my last thread of restraint.

My heart slams against my ribs. The sight of her getting everything she needs completely undoes me. I thrust in deeper, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm crashes over me. My cum, hot and thick, surges inside her tight pussy, my body shaking against hers as I watch us both shatter in the mirror.

We lay there for a long minute, chest to back, our breathing heavy and synced.

“I’m a huge fan of that,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “I think that’s my favorite thing about our sleepovers.”