It’s almost pathetic how one little word can bring me to my knees, but her hushed baby does. I open my eyes and move the distance needed to feel her lips against mine again. She opens immediately and our tongues roll and dance together. Even though every part of my body is screaming to take her hard, to claim her now, I want to savor every second of this.
Running my hands down her back, into her panties, and taking her firm ass in my hands has my cock straining the fabric of my boxer briefs. I haven’t been this hard since I saw my first Playboy and wondered where the hell they had been my whole life. I fucking crave her. Digging my fingers in the tight muscles, I lift and groan when she wraps her legs around my waist. The feeling of her heat against me makes me feel like I’m seconds from coming.
I don’t break the kiss for a second, walking blindly towards the bed. Reaching back, I deftly unsnap her bra, easing each strap down her arms before pulling and throwing it over my shoulder. I slowly lower her down. Her back hits the mattress, but I quickly move my hands from her ass to her hips, letting her know not to move her long legs from my waist. Words aren’t needed—not when our bodies are screaming at each other.
Taking my time, I run my fingertips from shoulder to shoulder, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. I trail my path with my eyes, lazily drinking her in. My hand moves from her collarbone, down the center of her chest before running along the curve of her heavy breast. Her tits are perfect. Heavy and firm. Pink nipples beg for my lips and my teeth. I bring my other hand into play and cup her in my hands, rubbing my thumb across each nipple and loving every second of her eyes widening before she bites her lip and shudders.
I move my hands farther down, the goose bumps following their path. Her chest is starting to heave with her effort at keeping still. I can tell how badly she wants me. The evidence is soaking through both of our underwear.
“I want you so badly,” she moans.
“Shh,” I have no words for her, no reassurances that I’ll move quicker because I don’t want to. I plan on taking my time with her.
When my hands get to her stomach, the stomach that holds my family, I’m momentarily overcome with emotion. I’ve never been one to believe in second chances, at something bigger at play with my life, but knowing that this baby is a part of my brother makes me want to weep. I don’t think that Chelcie will ever know what this means to me.
“Your stomach is so small,” I marvel. Instantly, fear takes the place of awe. “Is everything okay? Shouldn’t you be bigger?”
She giggles a little, the sound once again going straight to my dick, “Everything’s fine. I’m measuring small, but the doctors say that will change as the weeks pass. I have . . . I had a rough start to my pregnancy. I was sick a lot.”
I nod, but really, I don’t understand. I make a mental note to ask her and the doctor about it later.
My hands continue to caress the smooth skin of her slightly rounded bump. I could stand here for hours, but the legs around my hips squeeze me tighter.
“I wasn’t kidding, Ash. I need you. It’s been so long,” she whimpers.
When I roll my hips against her wet core, she cries out, and I could pump my fist in the air when I realize how receptive she is to me.
I motion for her to release my hips, moving my hand to hers and pulling her to the edge of the bed before I kneel between her spread legs. The smell of her arousal is intoxicating.
“I can’t wait to have my mouth all over your pussy, drinking every drop you come for me.”
She moans. I run my fingers over her panties, loving the wetness that is showing through the thin, gray fabric. Leaning forward, I drag my nose along the seam, turning my head dizzy from her scent and biting her inner thigh lightly. When I move back, I can see the outline of her lips and I’m suddenly starving. Hooking my fingers around the fabric I all but rip them from her body. The sight that’s waiting for me has me rethinking this whole ‘going slow’ nonsense.
I don’t waste a second. My tongue comes out and licks her cunt. Her hands fly up and grab on to my head—begging without words to give her what she needs.
I feast on her roughly. My tongue, lips, and teeth bring her to the edge before pulling back and kissing her legs. I trail my lips along each thigh, wiping her wetness that soaks my face as I go so I can lick it off again. Her whimpering is getting louder, and I’m not even touching that sweet pussy. It’s so wet from just my mouth that I know she’s ready for me, but fuck me, I must be a masochist, because the only thing I can think of is getting more of her sweetness on my tongue.
Bringing my lips back to her pussy, I take two fingers, push them deep into her wetness, and lightly bite against her clit. Just like that, she screams my name, digs her hands into my hair, and pulls me closer to her body while she rides out her orgasm. She’s so fucking tight that I worry I’ll hurt her when I finally sink into her body.