Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He’d held me, sure…but for Reed and me, it’d always been our eyes.
I could relay a thought, or a feeling, just by looking at him.
He knew me, and I knew him, so freakin’ well, that literally all I had to do was look at him during a conversation with another person and he’d know exactly what I wanted.
So, by bringing my eyes up to his, I knew that he’d see everything.
My every thought and feeling. My wants and needs.
I wasn’t sure I was ready.
But Reed didn’t let me move again until I’d brought my eyes to his.
“There she is,” he grated.
I wanted to look away.
I would have…but the minute his gaze caught mine, I was frozen.
I couldn’t do a damn thing but stare.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
I tensed my thighs and pushed up, letting my body weight do the work as I slid back down on him.
My mouth opened in surprise.
This…this wasn’t like it used to be.
Every time I moved, he hit something inside of me that was causing my entire body to break out in shivers.
“What’s that look for?” he asked, smoothing his hand up my side, curling it around so he could cup the side of my neck.
“It feels…different,” I admitted. “Not bad…more intense, maybe.”
His eyes searched mine to make sure that I was telling him the full truth, and his mouth turned up in a grin.
“Pregnancy makes a lot of difference in this case,” he admitted. “The blood flow that’s already directed to your midsection makes everything else, even intercourse, more intense.”
I blinked. “It does?”
He nodded, then pulled me even closer until my lips were only inches away from his.
“Yeah,” he promised. “Doctor, remember?”
Then he kissed me, making me forget to move my hips.
He helped me move by using his other hand to urge my hips to move, but instead of pulling up off of him, I circled my hips and ground into him, making me cry out in surprised excitement.
God, that felt good!
So, I did it again, and again, and again.
I would’ve kept doing it, too, had he not started to push upward on the butt plug still in my ass, reminding me that it was there.
I knew he wanted to move it, and in order to do that I had to lift my hips.
So, I did, for him.
He held onto the base of the plug as I lifted off of him. Each time I pulled away, the plug as well as Reed’s cock would leave me. When I went back down, it’d return, filling me so full that it was nearly impossible to not feel excited by it.
I repeated the move, over and over again, until Reed stilled my hips.
“I want to fuck your ass.”
I froze with his cock half in, half out of me.
“Reed…” my hesitancy was palpable.
“It’s safe,” he promised. “And we’ll take it slow.”
I was shaking my head, at the same time I lifted my hips.
He fell out from inside of me and smacked against his stomach, making a wet slapping sound when he did.
The plug went too, somewhere on the floor if the thump from behind me was correct, and I shivered.
He moved his hand in between my legs.
“Normally I wouldn’t do this without lube,” he said. “But you’re so wet, and my cock is covered with you. Pretty sure you’ll be just fine.”
I bit my lip.
I wanted to ask him if he’d ever done this before, but again, that was a road I’d rather stay off of if at all possible.
I didn’t want to hear the real answer, and Reed would tell me the truth.
Sometimes it was easier to assume rather than know that he did.
His hand went around my hip as he guided his cock to sit straight up, and then he pressed lightly on my hip.
“Sit down slowly,” he urged.
I did, stopping when I felt him at my entrance.
“There’s another plug size!” I cried out.
He started to laugh, and hearing that sound, coming from this man’s mouth, was fucking amazing.
It’d been so long since I’d heard him laugh that I literally forgot what I was about to do for a short second.
God, his laugh had always been beautiful.
Now, it was a little deeper and huskier, but it was still heart-stoppingly amazing.
I lowered myself down even further, and this time, I kept my gaze directly on his, pausing when I felt him start making his way inside.
The feeling, though it didn’t hurt, wasn’t something I’d never get comfortable with.
Overwhelming was more along the lines.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “And push me out.”
My brows furrowed, but I did as he said, and froze when I felt him breach me even further.
And that hurt.
Not badly, but I definitely felt more than pressure.
I was so focused on the way it felt that I wasn’t prepared for him to touch my clit.
When he did, my entire body jolted, and I sank even further down onto his shaft.