Page 113 of More Than Words

“That too if you want it,” he chuckled, pulling away. My mouth was dry as I watched him wet a washcloth with warm water before he brought it between my legs, slowly running the damp cloth over every inch of my skin.

Adrian’s eyes never left mine as he covered his fingers in shaving cream. “Lean back a bit, babe. Want to make sure I get every...little...spot covered with it.”

He could cover every little spot of whatever he wanted down there. I burned from the inside out as his gentle fingers spread the cream, jumping as he grazed my clit. “Oh, God.”

“Just relax. I’ll take care of you. Close your eyes.” His voice was a low murmur as he gently held the razor to my skin, making careful swipes, and humming as he went. Leaning back, I rested my head on the mirror, my arms aching as I held myself up. “Almost done. You’re being such a good girl, holding still for me. Such a pretty, pink pussy.”

When he’d finished, he dropped the razor in the sink, not bothering to rinse it. I was drowsy, drunk with pleasure and anticipation as he wet the washcloth again, wiping between my legs, cleaning every inch of my newly shaved skin before he covered it with my lotion. It’d been months since I was bare, and judging by the hungry look as he watched me, he was enjoying every second of this.

“Still with me?” he asked, licking his lips and stepping as close as he could get with my belly in the way. He leaned over me, his lips inches from mine. “Tell me how much you want it. Are you as desperate for me to touch you as I am?”

“Yes,” I moaned as his fingertips traced between my legs, gently caressing my clit.

“Do you want my mouth on you?”

Nodding, I tried to sit up, but struggled with my arms shaking.

“Let’s go to the bed so you’re more comfortable.” While I knew he was eager to make good on his promises, he also didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me, effortlessly carrying me to the other room and sitting me on the end of the bed. He reached past me and pulled the pillows forward, propping me up so I didn’t have to lay flat on my back since it was hard to breathe that way.

“Mmm,” he whispered, dipping his fingers between my legs. This part had always been one of my favorites, watching him play with me, but my belly blocked my view. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, babe. I think you needed this.”

He continued murmuring words of appreciation as he crouched down, his head disappearing from sight. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned when his tongue pressed into my clit, curling slightly before he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.

His large hands grasped my thighs, forcing my legs wider as he devoured me, groaning loudly. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build. Warm pulses of ecstasy ran through my veins as I threw my head back and gasped while he never stopped licking.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his fingers inside me while I pulsed around them, making my hips squirm. “What I wouldn’t give to be inside you right now.”

“Yes,” I moaned, reaching down and grasping the hair on the side of his head. “I need it. I want you inside me.”

His eyes widened in surprise, a grin pulling at his lips when he realized I was serious.

“You want this cock?” He stood, reaching down to unfasten the towel at his waist and letting it drop to the floor. Without hesitation, he wrapped his hand around his length, pumping as he looked down at me. “Tell me how much.”

“Please,” I whimpered, my eyes transfixed by the movement of his hand.

“How much, Isobel?”

“So much. Please, just fuck me.”

“Lean back, babe,” he urged me to lean back against the stack of pillows, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed. He watched me as he bent his knees, lining up and playfully smacking the head of his dick on my clit.

Moaning, my head fell back, and I arched toward him while he pushed inside, the intrusion welcome after so many weeks apart.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, pulling back and smoothly thrusting forward with gentle movements. His chest flexed as he held me still, his fingertips digging into the outside of my thighs while he tried to hold himself back.

“Make me come,” I whimpered, trying to reach down to touch myself, but my belly was in the way.

“Fuck, yes.” The sounds that came out of his mouth were almost feral as he fucked me, slowly picking up the pace, but still being careful with me. “God, I’m going to fuckin’ come. Please, please...”

His thumb rubbed my clit as our moans filled the air around us, building into a crescendo that had me gripping the comforter beneath me while I pulsed around him. “Come in me,” I moaned as he stared at me, watching my every expression as I came. “Fill me with it. I want to feel it. Please. Mark me.”

He growled loudly, pulling me toward him as his hips faltered, his mouth dropping open and his neck flexing as he came, his hard cock pulsing inside me.

Adrian panted while he stared at me, his thumbs stroking the outside of my thighs as he carefully slipped out. He wiggled his eyebrows and shot me a satisfied smile before he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth. I hummed as he wiped me clean, enjoying the drowsy feeling lingering in my body.

Baby girl must have enjoyed the rush of endorphins as she gently wiggled inside me, turning before she settled down. Adrian watched as the skin on my belly shifted, placing his hand where it looked like her feet might be. “I know we’ve still got a little way to go, but I can’t wait to meet her.”

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