Page 78 of Mine to Worship

I grab his cock and sink down onto it, moaning at the fullness.

His hands burrow into the mattress, and his jaw clenches with restraint. I place my palms on his thumping chest. It’s as every beat tells me about his lust. Frenzy overtakes me, a desperation to crawl inside him and be all he sees, feels, breathes. I move up and down, riding him alternating between slow and fast, knowing it drives him wild. Sweat gathers on his forehead, muscles taut with restraint.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask, arching my back as his cock hits all the spots that increase my pleasure.

His breath hitches. “Desperately. I will die if I don’t.”

I bend over to him and whisper above his lips, “You can touch me.”

His hands fly to touch my breasts, his thumbs grazing my sensitive nipples. A shot of ecstasy injects my veins. I might find pleasure on my own, but with his hands on me it’s a million times better. I don’t want control if it means missing out on the best parts of our bodies joining, chasing pleasure together. It’s his touch, him playing my body into release that gives me the kind of pleasure I could never experience alone.

His hands dig into my thighs. He sucks on one nipple, then moves to the other. I moan, my head falling back. I love his mouth on my sensitive nipples. He drags the tips through his teeth. A bit of pain mingles with the pleasure and he soothes them with his thumbs, blowing air on them.

“How do I feel?” he asks, gripping my chin.

He bucks his hips, getting even deeper inside me. My toes curl. I’m one second away from exploding. I can almost taste the sweet release on my tongue, it’s in gripping touch. With a labored breath, I rasp. “Like a fire consuming me, and I am desperate to feel the burn.”

He’s on the verge of coming, but he waits for me to find my release first.

His name falls from my lips as a love vow and I shatter on top of him. Kian grips my thighs and scoots up. His eyes darken with the need to come. The bed shifts with his thrusts and I hold onto the headboard. He pumps until he lets a groan out, spilling inside me, his release coating my walls.

He holds onto me until his body is spent and his back hits the mattress, pulling me down to his chest.

“It drives me insane when you ride me,” he confesses and his hands glide down my spine as I sigh contentedly.

“Even if we fight every day for the rest of our lives, I’ll take that as long as you want to be mine.”

I plant a kiss on his shoulder blades and say, “Everything between us is intense, and nothing else would ever be enough for me. Once you experience this kind of high, nothing else will do.”

“Do you want me to never let you go, angel? If you keep talking like that and melting at my touch, and falling apart on my cock, the only choice you’ll have is to stay.”

Kian’s hand on my knee is the only thing stopping my legs from bouncing. Dr. Lopez calls our name, and we enter the exam room. She greets us with a smile.

“I hope it’s not a problem,” my mom says joyfully as they follow us in. “We’re the grandparents.”

“Take a seat. Let’s see the baby.”

While Dr. Lopez prepares my belly for the ultrasound, she asks me how I have been feeling. I tell her my vomiting episodes have decreased.

Anticipation floods through me, and I cut the circulation in Kian’s hand. I only relax when I hear the steady beats of my baby’s heart.

Dr. Lopez points at the baby on the screen. Relief surges through me when she says the baby is developing normally, but can’t see the sex. I watch Kian’s face transform in utter amazement, emotions flickering in his eyes.

On the drive home, my parents gush over the picture of our baby.

“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby. Knowing it is one thing, but when I heard the heartbeat of my first grandchild, I can’t even describe it,” Mom says while my father battles with his emotions.

Kian’s eyes switch from me to my belly to the road, grinning and lacing our fingers.

I follow Dad into the guest room, and notice his forlorn expression. He sits at the edge of the bed and I approach him and he offers me a small smile. I take a seat next to him.

“Are you all right, Dad?”

“You’re having a baby. Where did the time go? Being there, watching my grandbaby on that screen, it transported me back in time. All the same emotions came rushing back, just more intense.”

I put my head on his shoulder. “I don’t think I have ever been more scared in my life,” I confess.

He pats my hand. “Don’t you worry, you’ll do fine.”

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