Page 175 of The Billionaire's Baby
I swipe my palm up her other leg and coax her to wind it around me, then grip her hips, to pin her in place.
Bending my face close to hers, I close my mouth over hers. I slide my tongue in between her lips, suck on her mouth, coax her to open herself to me completely. Then I propel my hips forward and slide into her, again and again, until the tension at the base of my spine tightens.
Under me, her body shudders. She wraps her arms and legs around me, plasters those beautiful breasts against me, then rocks up and into me, receiving all of me, finally arching against me.
I tear my mouth from hers, stare into her face, "Look at me, baby."
She cracks open her lids and her golden eyes blaze at me. This woman... She owns me, possesses me. Nothing I do will ever be enough to show her what she means to me.
"Sparks." I swallow, then brush my lips against hers, "Come with me, darling."
I pull back, then slide into her, bottoming out, hitting that spot inside of her which I know drives her wild.
Her entire body seems to hum, then she bends her spine and shatters against me. Her tight core clamps around my length and the tautness in my groin vibrates out, growing bigger, wider. The reverberations engulf me, rock me, my balls draw up, and with a groan, I empty myself inside of her. I slump down onto my elbows, lower my head and nuzzle that spot at the side of her throat where her scent is the most concentrated.
"You okay, baby?" I kiss her soft, dewy skin.
She hums.
"You sure?"
She nods her head.
Her shoulders shudder, she bites down on her lower lip, and a tear runs down from the corner of her eyes.
My heart stutters and a hot sensation stabs at my ribcage. "Sparks?" I roll over, pull her onto my chest, and cradle her. "Shh, what's wrong, sweetheart?"
"You," she hiccups, "you are what's wrong."
I stiffen, caress her spine, rub soothing circles across her back, down the curve of her hips. "Explain that to me, darling."
"You, with all of your endearments and your perfect cock, and your ability to fuck me until I come, every time. Do you know how wrong that is?"
"Huh?" I frown. "You'll have to explain that further, babe."
She pulls back in the circle of my arms and I loosen my grip, enough for her to crawl up until her face is directly over mine.
She gazes into my eyes with such intensity that heat sears the back of my neck. "What is it?" I mutter. "You can tell me anything, you know?"
She nods.
"Anything at all," I prompt, "I'll set the world on fire. Hell, I'll give up sailing if you ask." I wince. "Okay, maybe not that."
She chuckles, then bumps her fist against my shoulder, "A child," she mumbles, "I want you to get me pregnant, Ari. I want your child, our child, a child that has the best of you and me, and maybe some of the not good parts too. Sometimes, I want to hold a baby in my arms so much that it feels real, it feels as if I can see her, hold her, sense her, smell her fresh innocence. I can visualize her, imagine her, see her grow up to be the most amazing person in the world ever. Know what I mean?"
I swallow down the ball of emotion that blocks my throat. I bring her close, curl her into me, "I know, babe, I want that too."
She buries her nose in my chest and inhales. I can't stop the smile that curves my lips. "I'm so sorry for not trying my best to impregnate you the first time around. I didn't stick to my end of the bargain. I may have a small problem with letting go of control."
"You don't say," she snorts. "You're just a dominant, obnoxious alphahole, you know that?"
"I can't make excuses for that; it's what I am." I lower my head and press a kiss to the top of her head. "It's also why you can't resist me."
"Oh?"
"Yep," I hook my finger under her chin, raise her head so she meets my gaze, "But I'm going to do everything in my power to make you happy, starting with getting you pregnant."
"Promise?"
