Page 149 of Rebel Hawke

Why is that so hot?

My pussy ripples along him.

He bucks up, driving himself impossibly deeper until he stills. His body goes rigid again. Tugging on my hair, he draws my head back, worry marring his brow. “I’m not going to hurt the baby, am I?”

Laughing, I dip my head again and feather my lips to his. “You’re big, but you’re notthatbig.”

Atlas smacks my ass with his free hand, the sharp sting making me squeeze him even tighter. “Smart ass.”

I push up, grinning, bracing my hands against his chest as I start to ride him. Gliding up and down his slick shaft. Lost in the way he fills me and completes me so wholly. How being like this with him can erase the world around us.

Already, the lines have disappeared from his forehead, his body more relaxed as he watches me with rapt attention. Like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“I need to see you, Little Bird.”

He grips the hem of my T-shirt and sits up to tug it off, tossing it over the side of the bed. My breasts hang free between us, and he dips his head and sucks one nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck!”

Each flick of his tongue and gentle pull of his lips is like a direct line to my clit, sending bolts of electricity sizzling through my nerve endings. Heating every inch of me with the flames of ecstasy only he can light inside me.

He glances up as he releases it, now glistening and hard. “Does that feel good, Little Bird?”

I nod on a little gasp. “So good.”

I’m so much more sensitive now, my body already preparing itself for the baby to come, even though it won’t be anytime soon.

A grin plays at his lips. “Good.”

He ducks again and performs the same torture on the other breast. My hips stutter, losing the rhythm the longer he gives attention to the other parts of my body.

It’s impossible to keep moving, to keep riding him while he does this.

My brain can’t process all the pleasure.

Sensing my struggle, Atlas braces his feet on the mattress and shoves his hips up, meeting my down thrusts, driving himself deeper. Strong hands grip my hips, helping me move, taking some of the pressure off me to do all the work.

His lips ghost across me. My chest. My shoulders. My neck. Everywhere he can reach. And just like every time we’re together like this, he doesn’t shy away from my scars. He pays special attention to them, worshipping them, ensuring I don’t feel any need to try to hide any part of me.

I never could from him, not even if I tried.

Atlas would never allow it.

Tears burn in my eyes the longer our bodies move together. That tight, twisting coil of bliss so close but just out of reach. Taunting me. Reminding me how elusive it can be.

He shifts forward, changing the angle until my clit rubs against his pelvis in just the right way.

My mouth falls open on a gasp. “Oh, God, right there…”

“That’s it, Little Bird.” He kisses his way to my ear, grazing his teeth along the shell in a way that makes me shudder on his cock. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to give me that after I just gave you my cum.”

Low, hot pressure builds in my core until it’s almost painful, and I whimper, wanting to reach out and capture it.

Unsure if I can.

“Think about how much you love having me inside you. How much you love having my baby there. How good it’s going to feel when you come and clench down on my cock, making me come again so fucking deep…”

Oh, God, there he goes again.

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