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Sliding his hand away, he smiles back at me, his eyes less heavy than before. “I love you, Little Bird.”
“I love you more.”
His eyes turn serious again, flickering with sadness. “You can’t. I’m not the one carrying our baby.”
“Hey.” I rub my thumb over the creases in his brow, the lines of worry etched in his face. “What’s troubling you?”
“I can’t lose you, Wren. If something ever happened to you, or the baby, I’d have no reason left in this world.”
“You’re not going to lose me. And I’m not losing you, either.”
“Promise me, that if anything is wrong, if something doesn’t feel right, you’ll tell me. You won’t keep it inside of you.”
I sensed his concern from earlier by the fire hadn’t subsided. Much as I try to lessen his worry, the fact is, Six knows me better than anyone. “I’m fine. I helped Papa take care of a number of pregnant women in Szolen. They all complained of aches and pains.” The only difference is, they were a bit farther along in their pregnancies than I am, but I’m certain, convinced, this is just my body trying to accommodate the baby who will soon stretch my belly.
With a nod, he lies down beside me, on his back, and nudges me to get on top. I’ve learned this is his favorite position during sex--the one where he can watch all of me. While it’s probably the most uncomfortable in terms of my own self conscious thoughts, I do love the way he stares at me. The way he admires my body as if he’s admiring the most beautiful desert sunset.
Sliding off my shirt, I climb overtop of him, my breasts and belly on full display as I seat myself on his muscled stomach.
Resting my palms on his chest, I circle my hips, watching his eyelids turn heavy while his stomach flexes beneath me. Six loves when I drag my wetness over him, as though I’m marking him with my arousal.
Hands against my thighs, he groans and and squeezes my flesh, while I grind myself against him, spreading the fluids he’s already stoked. “You are my heaven and hell, woman.” His deep and husky voice is a sound I’ll never become immune to, one that will always stir my excitement the way it does now.
He lifts his head, mouth gaping, as he watches the circles I’ve painted on his skin, and something wild burns inside of me, as his jaw clenches and tics, the way it does when I know he’s so painfully aroused he can’t stand one more minute of denying himself. He watches intently, tonguing the corner of his lip and I feel his stomach muscles contract with his restraint. “Fuck, Wren. You’ve got me so worked up.” His brow flickers with the last remaining shreds of resistance, as he digs his fingers into my thighs.
I reach behind, taking his rock hard shaft in hand, and drag his tip up and down my seam, taunting him.
He slams his head against the ground, the veins in his neck popping while his chest muscles bunch from the tension. If I didn’t know he enjoyed this torment so much, I’d stop now and give him the relief his body is silently begging for, but I won’t. Instead, I keep on with the torment, rolling my hips to the motions of sex, as I drag the head of his cock over my entrance and up toward my swollen clit. The longer he denies himself, the more dangerous he becomes, but the high of walking that razor-thin edge is damn near sex itself. I pry his hand from my thigh, and place it to my breast, watching his eyes dilate, as he lifts his head to suckle it.
And now my torment begins.
This is how Six and I have ruined one another, because even the man’s tongue against my nipple is enough to make me climax. Lining his tip just notched inside my entrance, I tilt my head back, rocking enough to keep him from fully penetrating me, as he works me to orgasm with his tongue. The moment his fingers join in, and he rolls my sensitive bud between them, I’m one fine thread from snapping. I scoot my body down his shaft, impaling myself on his erection, and a sharp pain hits my nipple where his teeth pinch my flesh, adding an electric zap to the pleasure.
A tortured cry slips past my teeth, and I dig my nails into his chest, as I roll my hips, taking in the long, slow glide of his cock, filling and stretching me with each rise and fall. The sound of my moans echo in the cave, punctuated by the occasional growl that I feel rumbling beneath my palms. Still sucking me, he grips both of my thighs and guides my pace, growing impatient with my lazy strokes. I take the cue, and he lies back, eyes riveted on my bouncing breasts, as I get myself off on his cock.
My belly tightens, the cramping from before dulled by the pleasure pulsing through my body, as my blood runs hot and thick with the potential to explode into flames any minute.
His teeth clench again, brows tight with his restraint, and his muscles harden beneath me, his whole body wired with tension.
This is the part I love. Watching him, on the cusp of climax, the intensity drawn across his face and body, the focus, so complete, as if nothing else matters but the two of us.
My moans heighten, the knots in my belly twisting with the climb, as I edge closer and closer to climax. I know he feels it, as he stares up at me, his eyes fixed, watching, waiting for the moment he can release.
Tighter and tighter.
Higher and higher.
Until at last, the heat rushes to my core, sending an explosion up into my brain on a flash of light. Six curses, and the warmth fills me inside, as he bangs out the final jets of his climax. Tingles bathe my muscles, turning them momentarily numb, and I instantly sag with relief, as I collapse against him. Strong arms wrap around my sweat-slicked back, fingers tangling in my hair, as he tugs just enough to lift my head and kiss me. Without pulling out of me, he rolls us to the side, and I twist in his embrace, facing the warm fire that offers no relief from the heat still pulsing through me.
Through heaving breaths, we lie there, bodies still trembling in the aftershock. I watch the flame flicker and cast shadows on the cave walls.
Six nuzzles his face in my neck, his arm crossed over my body, protective and possessive, while he kisses the numbers inked on my nape.
As the waves of contentment settle over me, the flickering shadows on the wall mimic the growing ache inside my belly. The burgeoning heat, marked by a dull, crampy sensation that tells me something is wrong.
Chapter 5
Cali
