Page 63 of Spike's Perdition
Arching a brow, I smirk. “You mean the thing where I write the ABCs on your nipples with my tongue?”
She leans back against my chest and moans. “Yes, that.”
Without responding, I slowly pull her shirt up and over her head. Then I slide her sweats over her hips, letting them pool at her feet. My cock swells when I realize she’s not wearing any panties, and I quickly undress before turning the shower on and leading her into the tiled stall.
Warm water cascades over us, but Ivory shivers.
“You cold?”
She shakes her head.
“Horny?”
Nodding frantically, she turns to face me and rests her hands on my chest. “Very.”
“We should definitely do something about that.”
“Yes, please,” she purrs.
I take my time washing her hair and body, letting her pleasure build. It doesn’t take much to make her detonate, and I thank my lucky stars for her raging hormones.
As soon as she’s clean, I dirty her right back up. The ABCs have never been so erotic. With every pass of my tongue, Ivory moans, and when I lightly pinch her clit, she explodes, her body convulsing.
“That’s my girl. Let it all go.”
“S-so g-good.”
Her knees buckle, and I scoop her into my arms to carry her to the bed. With her growing belly, missionary is out so she rolls onto her side, and I ease into her from behind.
Our first time together was incredible, but sex has only gotten better with time. Sure, we move slower and with more purpose, but it only adds to the pleasurable sensations.
When my spine begins to tingle, I reach around and roll her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Two more gentle thrusts, and we both come.
We fall back to Earth, and I tug the blanket up over our bodies. “C’mere,” I urge, pulling her against my chest.
“I think it’s time for a nap,” Ivory states, yawning.
“Sleep, sweetheart.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?”
I really need to get to work, but Knuckles can handle the shop for the day. Blindly reaching behind me, I snatch my cell off mydresser and send him a quick text. He responds within seconds that he’s got things covered, and I kiss the top of Ivory’s head.
“I’ll be here,” I assure her.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
CHAPTER 26
IVORY
“How’s my son doing?”
I squeal as Spike’s arms wrap around my stomach. I was so engrossed in my task I didn’t even realize he walked in. Turning around in his arms, I stand on my toes to press my mouth against his. I try to step back, but he hauls me closer and deepens the kiss. His tongue demands entry, and I gladly oblige. I moan when Spike’s hand cups my ass and his hard cock grinds against me.
“That’s fucking hot,” Eric groans, and Spike releases me with a grin.
