Page 57 of Brood
“Will?”
“It’s fine,” he says gruffly, grabbing a towel and rubbing himself dry. “I know you don’t want to while you’re pregnant. Even now that we’re getting along better again. It’s fine.” He buries his face in the towel briefly at the last words.
“It’s fine?” I’m having trouble forcing words through a block in my throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you?” He lowers the towel, holding it midway to his groin like he paused on his way to drying there. “Tell you what?”
“That you…wanted…wanted…” I gesture vaguely toward the shower.
He’s very still for a moment. Then he drops the towel to the floor. “Why wouldn’t I want you?” he asks softly. Very slowly.
“But I thought… You were cold again. You pulled back. And then, even when you finally told me the truth and things got better between us, you didn’t… I thought that because I’m pregnant, you assumed we couldn’t…”
He takes five long strides toward me. Gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “We can. I thought maybe you still didn’t fully trust me, so you didn’t want to give yourself to me like that. Are you telling me you do?”
I open my mouth. No words come out. I nod instead.
He stifles a groan and grabs my head with both hands. Leans down into a hard kiss.
I’m too surprised at first to respond, but pleasure, excitement, and deep relief slam into me. All I can do is reach up and grab on to his shoulders since my knees are buckling and my mind is whirling.
Before I’ve fully recovered, he’s hauling me up, lifting me by my bottom without even breaking the kiss. I wind my legs around his middle automatically as he carries me out of the bathroom and lowers me onto his bed.
I’m angled sideways, and my legs are hanging over the edge, but it doesn’t matter. We both work quickly to strip off my clothes. Then he’s on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms as he keeps kissing me. Ravenous. With greedy sounds deep in his throat and drips from his wet hair streaming down onto my skin.
He’s fully hard now against one of my hips. He finally breaks the kiss to mouth a hungry line down my neck. To my right breast. He tugs on the nipple with his lips, and I cry out at the sharp sensations.
“I’m ready, Will,” I finally gasp. I’m writhing beneath him now as he works on my breast. “I can’t wait. I can’twait.”
He makes another one of those groaning sounds and rears up, smiling—almost primitive—as he sees the truth of my words on my face. He readjusts so he can drag me farther onto the bed in a more secure position. His eyes crawl over my naked body, focusing on my breasts and the outward curve of my belly. “How do you want it?”
“I don’t care. Just get your cock inside me. As fast as you can.” I should be embarrassed by my shamelessness, but I’m not.
I’m really not.
He huffs with warm amusement as he sits on his knees and pulls my body closer, lifting my hips into position. Then he edges his erection inside me.
It’s been a long time. I’m tight. I pant and squirm, clutching fistfuls of the covers as I adjust to the penetration.
“Is it okay?” His breath is uneven too, and his body very tense. He’s holding my hips in place and searching my expression.
“Yeah. Yeah.” I toss my head and try to breathe. “Don’t pull out.”
“I’m not. Fuck, love, you feel so good.”
I whimper at the endearment and the sensations. When my inner muscles have relaxed, the urgency of my arousal intensifies. “Okay, now. Fuck me now. I need itnow.”
He starts rocking his hips in tight, rhythmic thrusts. I’m mostly helpless in this position, my legs sprawled awkwardly and my upper body stretched out fully to his view. But, for some reason, it makes the whole thing even hotter.
I’m dying for him. I eagerly grind myself against every thrust.
He’s already grunting like an animal, and after a minute, so am I. We shake the bed and grow louder and louder as we fuck fast and raw.
When I’m on the verge of imploding, I move a hand down toward where we’re joined so I can rub clumsily at my clit.
The added sensation pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my pussy squeezing around his cock and my entire body thrashing.
He comes right after me, letting out a few more loud, relieved exclamations before he freezes. Jerks through his own climax, then releases in several hard spurts into my pussy.
