Page 15 of Festive

Six knows my mind, my personality, my flaws, my strengths, and most of all, he knows how to work my body. He’s working me up so damn well—every touch, every kiss, every flick of his finger and tongue is like a new heightening of pleasure.

All I’m thinking of ishim.

All I want ishim.

Six.

Koda.

The man I love.

With another rotation of his finger, I soar to dizzying heights. My back arches, and I moan, my fingers digging into his skin. Lights begin to dance behind my eyelids as the muscles in my neck tense. My breathing quickens before the adrenaline courses through my veins.

Then he flicks again. “Come for me, Rebel.”

Hearing those words—his mouth sucks on my nipple hard at the same time he presses on my clit—are all I need to send me over the edge.

My entire body shudders, splintering off into a million pieces. My nails dig into his back so hard I’m sure it will be bleeding while my muscles contract, then explode in an excruciatinglyawesome orgasm.

“God, yes!” I moan, my head flopping to the side as he lets out a small chuckle, his mouth slowly kissing under my breast.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

Six grabs my hips as he falls to the bed beside us. I scream out in a laugh when he pulls me on top to straddle him. As pregnant as I am, he still has no problem manhandling me and manages to do it carefully. I can’t deny I love that about him.

Disorientated by the sudden change, I somehow steady myself and sit back, looking down at him. “You think this will be okay?” I ask.

He waggles his eyebrows. “I want you to feel like you’re in control, but I still want to have a little fun while I’m at it,” he instructs.

Cocking my brow, my hands move to his chest, but he shakes his head. “Nuh-uh.” His legs bend, his knees coming up behind me. I giggle when he tilts his head.I think I see where this is going.His hands slide down my torso seductively, instantly turning the mood back on.

My body tingles when his strong hands grab at my waist, hoisting me up, then I ease myself up before lowering, my pussy sliding against the tip of his hard cock. I stop, looking into his eyes, and we connect on every level as I finally slowly slide down onto him. Our eyes never leave each other while rocking together, joining completely.

Both our mouths open wide, making an O-shape as we pant from the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Six inside me is something I’ll never get used to, but one I fucking love the hell out of. His hand slides from my hip up over my swollen belly, then down toward my center, a whisper of a touch. We stay still, not moving. He slides his other hand to the middle of my chest andthen pushes me back, my body falling with his gentle but firm nudge so my back rests on his inclined knees. The angle ofmy body shifts his cock to an incredible angle, and we haven’t even started moving yet.

He thrusts up…

… and I gasp, my breath catching.

He hits the perfect fucking spot, and I almost come instantly. It takes everything I have to keep myself together. My hands fall on the bed next to his legs to support myself while my head releases in pleasure.

“Shit, Koda.” I gasp.

“I know, hold on,” he instructs.

My hands move to grip his ankles as he starts to move me up and down at the same time he thrusts up. He’s right. I do have control in this, but so does he. So, I move my body, taking over while his hand presses me down onto his thighs. It’s sexy as fuck as we rock together. The pressure builds, and we set a rhythm of him pushing inside me while I slam down on him.

His face contorts in that delicious way. Seeing him affected by me is empowering as I ride him.

The pressure.

The power.

The pleasure.

Everything is heightened as his free hand slides up my thigh. It feels so damn good that I don’t even register what he’s doing until it hits. His finger presses on my clit, and the wave of ecstasy flows through me instantly when he thrusts upward simultaneously.

It’s a rush, an undeniable surge of euphoria as I ride him. His cock is so hard, so deep inside me when he thrusts up. It hits, wave after wave, like a typhoon, as he presses firmly on my clit. Then his finger rotates on my clit so strongly, so forcefully, it’s like all the pleasure in the world is crashing down around me at the same time, stealing my breath. My grip on his ankles intensifies, my legs trembling as I ride through the storm.

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