Page 74 of The Breakup

Chapter 15

Christian made me feel out of control. Overwhelmed with lust. I felt like there was nothing on the planet more important than getting naked and sliding my skin across his. I wasn’t sure if it was being pregnant or celibacy or him or all three, but everything felt sensitive and overstimulated.

When he ordered me to take his shirt off I did it without even thinking. I just yanked that thing off as fast as possible so I could run my greedy hands over his muscular chest. God, he was so impressive bare chested. All hard surface, with dips and valleys that led down into his jeans. His biceps gave me the shivers. He was just all man, and I wanted to feel him buried deep inside me.

My breasts were ridiculously sensitive, and every time he flicked his tongue over them or sucked them into his mouth I felt my core tighten. I had already been wet just from kissing. He had the most amazing talent making out. He made me feel aware of every inch of my skin. He made me feel worshipped.

When he shoved my romper down to the floor, I stepped out of it, wearing just my panties and my gladiator sandals. For a split second I was self-conscious. I had gained some weight, and not just in my chest. For the first time in my life I had a little rounding to my stomach and there was no way it was the baby yet. It was just a relaxed attitude toward food, and maybe he would find that unappealing.

But he stepped back and took me in, shaking his head a little. “Bella. You are absolutely the sexiest woman I have ever met in my life. I don’t deserve to touch you.”

Yeah. He’d been working on that romantic thing. I was even more turned on, if that was possible. I brushed my hair back off my forehead, and the motion had him growling and reaching for my chest.

“I need you on that bed.”

He marched me backward and tumbled me onto the mattress. I stared up at him, in awe of me. This. Us.

I was briefly afraid, anxiety creeping in. What would he do when he found out I was pregnant? Would he guess?

I thought maybe I could actually fall in love with him, and I wasn’t sure if that was awesome or horrible.

But he reached out and stroked my face and I knew it was awesome. This wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real and messy and he had great qualities and he had flaws. Like anyone. Like me. I didn’t know what was going to happen, and for once, it didn’t matter to me. I had here, now, with him.

Christian pulled my panties down and removed his jeans. Then he climbed onto the bed and went straight back to kissing me, teasing his fingers between my thighs.

“What do you want?” he asked me, his cock hard against my leg.

“I want you,” I murmured, wishing he was already inside me. That finger was only making me crazy, not satisfying me in the least.

“Want me how?” He lazily sucked at my nipple. He was clearly torturing me on purpose.

“I want you in me.”

“You want my cock in your pussy?”

I shifted restlessly. He was barely touching me now, his lips brushing over my nipple like a feather, his finger teasing my clit. “Yes.”

Without warning Christian slipped his hands around my waist and rolled us so I was on top of him. My hair and breasts spilled over him. The hair he tucked behind my ear. The breasts he cupped.

“Ride me, princess,” he urged. “Get on my cock and take it.”

I hadn’t thought I was into directions, but with Christian, there was just something about his forcefulness that turned me on so much. Adjusting my hips, I dropped down onto him, moaning deeply when my body joined his. “You’re so huge.”

He groaned too. “And you’re tight. Damn, baby. Your pussy feels so good. It’s swollen.”

Thank you, pregnancy blood flow. Holy shit, I could barely breathe it felt so sensitive and amazing. I tentatively moved, afraid I might actually come already. I didn’t want to go over the edge too soon, but wow, this was a lot of man in me, particularly at this angle.

“Sit up,” he urged. “I want to see your tits.”

Of course he did. They had taken on epic proportions in the last month. But I was happy to give him the view he wanted. I sat up, and using my hips I ground down onto him, pleased at how in tune with my body I suddenly felt. Christian gave my ass a little slap. It shocked me and I jerked, but it didn’t hurt. Not really. It was just a quick sting. He did it again on the other side.

“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless. It felt kind of…good.

“I told you I was going to spank you.” He swatted me again. His expression wasn’t smug or even playful. It was intense, sexy. The corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re a naughty girl, remember?”

Now he was creating a light rhythm with his hand, a teasing touch more than a genuine spanking, and there was something about the sound, that skin on skin, that was surprisingly sexy. It was undulating waves of pleasure.

I stared down at him, our eyes locked. “Christian…”

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