Page 89 of Nave
I made my way into Nave’s room.
Breathing in his familiar scent had some of my lingering anxiety falling away.
I had no idea how long Nave was going to be gone, so I turned on some music, then went ahead and took myself into the bathroom to take a shower where my elbows wouldn’t ram into the walls when I washed my hair.
I ran my hands over my body, seeing the changes already. Not, I was sure, from the pregnancy itself yet, but just from a more varied, less strict diet that let me pile on a few much-needed pounds. I was fleshier than I’d been back in the glass house.
I saw more curves, fewer bones.
I liked that more than I could have anticipated. Like my body was my own again, not something that Ben had shaped and molded to his preferences.
I climbed out, wrapped myself in a towel, then used the brush I left in Nave’s drawer to untangle my hair.
And just as I was walking out of the bathroom, the bedroom door slid open.
There he was, already kicking off his shoes before he spotted me.
I don’t know where the urge came from.
I just reached out and undid my towel tuck, letting the material drift to the floor.
Nave’s breath rushed out of him, and a sexy little rumbling sound escaped him as his gaze roamed over me.
Emboldened by his reaction, I moved over toward him, reaching for his hands, then leading him over to the bed.
I pushed him to sit, but before his hands could slide over my body, I lowered myself down between his legs.
I watched as his pupils blew wide, a muscle ticking in his jaw before I even touched him.
My palms slid up his thighs, then teased over his lap before working his button and zipper free.
My gaze stayed on his as I reached inside to free him. With my hand still around his length, I stroked him to the base, then up, letting my thumb move around the head.
A small groan escaped him as his hips bucked up involuntarily.
Eyes still on his, I lowered down, teasing my tongue around him, then sucking him into my mouth.
It was all sensation then—his pleasure, my own at his reactions.
But he wouldn’t let me take him across the finish line.
He took hold of my hair, dragging me upward, then grabbing me, turning me, and pulling me down on his lap with my back to his chest.
His hand slipped between my thighs as his lips met my neck.
“So wet just from sucking me off,” he murmured, making a shiver move through me as his fingers parted me, toyed with me. His lips and teeth kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped my neck while his fingers teased me until my hips were rocking, until my whimpers grew to throaty moans.
He seemed content to tease me forever.
But I was too desperate, too needy, too aware of an ache inside I knew only he could ease.
Bracing my hands on his thighs, I lifted up, positioned over him, then slowly lowered down, moaning as each thick inch of him filled me.
“Fuck, babe,” he groaned when he was seated deep.
I wanted to soak in the sensation with him, but my need was too strong. I rocked a few times, letting out a frustrated whimper as I struggled to keep my balance.
Nave’s hands moved out, grabbing my thighs and spreading them so they moved to the outer sides of his.
