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He dropped his mouth to her nipple, tracing it with his tongue, so lightly that she shivered and thrust her breast forward, needing more, needing him to touch her harder, deeper, faster. Needing so much, and not knowing how to express that.
“Please,” she said, simply.
And it was enough.
He understood.
He took her nipple in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue and moved his hand faster, and she gripped onto him for dear life as everything she knew about the world exploded around her and the world began to make no sense, then all the sense, in different ways.
“Please,” she whispered, spent, clinging to him, her head pressed to his chest, so she heard his rapid, racing heart, matching her own.
“You are beautiful when you come,” he murmured, lifting his hand and pressing a finger beneath her chin. “I will never get tired of seeing you explode, and knowing I am the reason for it.”
“That sounds like good news for me,” she quipped, her smile weak, her body quivering all over.
His laugh was throaty. “I have to go to the office,” he said with obvious regret.
But Bella wasn’t ready to let him go. Her eyes held a challenge as her hands snaked lower, to the buckle of his belt. “Why?”
He laughed unevenly. “I have a meeting at ten.”
“It’s just gone nine,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t have to leave right now.”
“No,” he agreed, his chest jerking inwards as her hands reached into his pants and cupped his arousal. “But soon.”
“Soon? Like how soon?” Her eyes lifted to his and before he could answer, she dropped down to her knees, her eyes still latched to his, her expression holding a silent challenge.
“Bella,” he said quietly, warningly.
It was a warning she didn’t heed. Having never performed oral sex, she had no real clue what to do, and her first touch was tentative. She ran her tongue over his tip, and he jerked against her, so she smiled, her confidence growing in leaps and bounds.
She ran her tongue lower, to his base, and then back to the tip, then she wrapped her lips around him, swirling her tongue over him as her mouth took him deeper.
He was big, and hard, and she had no idea how she could ever get more than a third of him inside, but it didn’t matter. She kept her lips moving over just the top of his shaft, and he swore, his breath loud and desperate, and her confidence soared. She brought her hands to his base, cupping him as she moved her mouth, and he dug his hands into her hair, cursing again as his body began to shake.
“You need to stop,” he groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“That’s my plan,” she said quickly, moving her mouth faster, her delight at his pleasure formidable.
“Bella,” her name was just a hiss from his lips. “You don’t want me to…”
In response, she lifted her gaze to his and took him as deep as she could, so his tip hitched against the back of her throat and she tasted his salty seed, she moaned, relishing this intimacy, and the power of pleasuring him, and then she moved up and down his shaft again, faster, and the hands in her hair gripped tighter so when he came it was with a loud, guttural cry and he held onto her as though, without her, he would fall apart.
Hands that had held her as if for survival gentled, running over her hair lightly, caressing her, and then he was lifting her under her arms, straightening her so he could see her eyes, so he could look into her eyes and reassure himself she was okay.
She was better than okay.
And her smile showed it.
“Miss me?” She requested, lifting up and kissing his lips lightly.
“I think, Mrs Katrakis, it is safe to say I will not think of anything else today…”
*
He hadn’t exaggerated.
He sat through a meeting with some of his board members, but he was impatient. All he wanted was to get back to Bella, to run his hands over her body and delight in her – all of her. He’d wanted her the moment he’d seen her. He’d wanted her that night, even after he’d discovered her innocence. And he wanted her now, especially as each day made her belly swell more and more, filling with the proof of their intimacy, filling with his own child – a mix of him, and her. Her pregnant body was the most beautiful, desirable sight he’d ever beheld.
