He shrugged, which caught me off guard. “I might be changing. I’m not sure if staking everything in my business is still what I desire. I now have you.” He touched my stomach with his hand. “I now have both of you. My priorities have changed.”
“What do you mean?”
My toes curled as he leaned in close and kissed me. “When the baby is delivered, I might take a small step back, I’ve been considering it since you told me you were pregnant. I genuinely don’t have anything else to prove or accomplish. Even if we had twenty children, they would be well taken care of for ten lifetimes to use up all my wealth. I might choose to prioritize my family right now over job.”
His speech melted my heart. He really was going to be the best father in the world.
And there wasn’t anything sexier, in my opinion. Nothing made me more attracted to him than the idea of him turning his life upside down in order to prioritise his family and children over anything else.
I encircled his waist with my legs and urged him to get closer. I wanted him inside of me. And he wasn’t close enough.
When he filled me, we both groaned. He moved cautiously and deliberately, as if he were scared that he was going to break me. It was both good and horribly agonising. He took his time, just like I liked. He made gentle love to me. But on occasion, all I wanted was for him to pound me. Was that too shameful?
I stopped him from kissing me any more. “Lift.”
I pressed up on his chest as he arched his brow in confusion. Still, he lifted off me. I flipped myself onto my stomach and smiled when he pressed down on me again. This time, he was straddling me.
He knew exactly what I was asking for. I felt his hot breath against my ear. It came abruptly, telling me he was chuckling. I shivered as his husky voice registered in my brain. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. This was the position I would swear on. He always hit that spot inside me that made my eyes roll to the back of my head. He didn’t waste time as he grabbed my hips, lifted my ass, and pushed back inside me.
“Shit,” I groaned when he filled me completely. He held still, letting me adjust.
“I couldn’t hear you.” His lips were back at my ear, tickling, teasing me. He pushed inside me slowly a few more times before stilling once again. His hands slid down my arm, taking hold of my wrists before positioning them above my head. He twined our fingers together. “Tell me what you need.”
I flushed. He knew I had a hard time talking dirty like he did, but he loved it when I tried for him, anyway. “You… you know what I want.” I was already a panting mess, urgently needing him to move and make me cum.
I felt his chest press up against my back, and he kept me pinned to the bed. And then, he moved. Pulling out. Pushing in. Slow. Too damn slow. He pulled one hand away from mine and move my hair away from my neck, instead letting his lips replace them. He sucked on the spot under my ear until I was writhing and bucking under him.
I tried to bring my arms down so I could grab onto him somehow. Make him move faster. He was having none of that.
“Keep your hands where they are,” he growled, locking both my wrists in one of his hands. My heart raced from his demanding tone. I got hot and bothered when he was controlling in bed. The man really knew how to get me going.
He was drawing it out. In and out. Slow. Making me beg. Making me want. He was torturing me. But I welcomed this torture. Both our bodies were covered with sweat, slipping and sliding on top of the sheets. The scent of his skin when I turned my head made my head spin with intoxication.
“Tell me.” His lips were back on mine, his tongue moving at the same languid pace as the rest of him.
I couldn’t take it any longer. “Please fuck me.”
“How?”
“Hard.” I panted. “Fast.”
The weight of his chest on my back was gone instantly. He let go of his hold on my wrists. One of his hands held his body up while his other held me down. His thumb pressed down on the small of my back, sending another wave of anticipation through me.
So close.
He didn’t disappoint. Each time he drove inside me, he hit that magic spot. I wasn’t sure whether I was screaming or crying, but it felt so good I couldn’t stop. He pounded me fast. Hard. how I have asked him.
Yet, he had set a maddening pace that I wasn’t sure I had imagined when I uttered those words. It was just that he knew my body. He knew it better than me. And he knew the exact moment I would come apart.
The pleasure was so intense-coming in wave after wave-I could only lay there and take it.
I was coming down from my blissful high when his body pressed down on mine again, his movement slowing back to his previous pace. He covered my arms with his, tangling our fingers, whispering filthy things in my ear as he drove me into the mattress with each deep stroke.
I was locked there in place as he finished-taking his time as he prolonged his own climax-his teeth coming down on the skin of my neck when he finally released. I wondered if he would leave a mark, but didn’t really care much if he did.
I loved it. It was primal. Erotic. So, so savage. It almost made me come again. He didn’t pull out immediately. We stayed pressed together, kissing as we both cooled down.