Page 45 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Those times where we were searching for whatever few minutes we could find over the course of weeks or months only make me appreciate the time I have with her now.
Because now I know every free second will be spent with her and the life she is growing.
By the time the elevator stops on our floor, I have to let her step out ahead of me so that I can adjust myself. Just the thought of being with her, of knowing that she wants to face what’s ahead of uswith me, is enough to make my dick twitch.
I pull out the room key as she leads the way down the hall. She and Lilly managed to snag a room a few doors down, so even if Landon were to come back earlier than expected, it wouldn’t be completely unusual for her to be here. Especially if he knew what Dom was up to.
Tapping the key card to the door, I push it open and let her in first.
My eyes immediately drop to her ass. Even covered by the baggy Bobcats hoodie she’s wearing, it does nothing to stop me from remembering exactly how she looks in leggings that hug her hips and thighs.
Ari sets her things on the dresser beside the TV in a small pile before turning to face the two beds. She raises her hands, pointing at both beds in a silent question.
“Mine’s the one on the right, farthest from the door.”
Without missing a beat, she lunges onto the bed. She lands on her side with a soft oomph before rolling onto her back.
“Wanna know the one thing I miss the most that I can’t do now that I’m pregnant?”
“Hmm, what’s that?” I ask while stepping up to the end of the bed and sliding her sandals off.
“Lying on my stomach. I am not made for side sleeping.” She groans as I press my thumb into the arch of her foot. “Oh shit, that feels good.”
I sit with her feet in my lap and continue rubbing them.
“You’re not allowed to sleep on your stomach when you’re pregnant?” I ask, racking my brain to remember if that was in one of the books I read.
She shakes her head while stretching her arms above her head on the bed. My dick jerks at the sight of her spread out, but I ignore it and focus on massaging pressure points in her feet.
“It’s technically okay while in the first trimester, but it’s mostly recommended to sleep on your side with a pillow or blanket. Plus, the last time I tried, it was really uncomfortable.”
Does that mean she already has one of those pregnancy pillows I read about? Or should I buy her one?
I make a mental note to casually check her room for one the next time I’m at her house.
“Holy shit, Dean.” Arianna moans when I press my thumb into a particularly tight spot, and I bite back my own groan at the sound.
“Baby, you gotta be careful when moaning my name like that.”
“Why would I want to do that?” Her free foot slides up my thigh, inching closer to where I desperately crave being touched.
“I mean, if you want my face buried between your thighs, go right ahead and do it again.”
I glance up just in time to catch sight of her triumphant smirk before she drops her head back to the mattress and fucking moans my name again.
Dropping her foot, I twist off the mattress, slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor, and wrap both hands around her thighs so I can tug her to the end of the bed.
She squeals in surprise, arms flinging to the side to help her find balance just as my fingers find the waistband of her leggings. With one forceful tug, both her pants and underwear are halfway down her legs. As I continue working them off, I lean forward, unable to resist kissing the newly exposed skin.
Ari squirms at the touch. Once her leggings are free from her ankles, I drop them to the floor beside me before wrapping my arms under her thighs, hiking her legs over my shoulders, and hold her still.
“Fuck, I’ve missed having your taste on my tongue, baby.” There’s no warning, no more teasing or slowly building up the anticipation for what’s to come.
No. With her pussy glistening directly in front of my mouth, all I can do is dive right into her.
I groan as the heady taste that is distinctly Arianna hits my tongue. Her hand tangles into the hair on top of my head, greedily holding me in place. If my mouth weren’t already occupied, I would remind her that I’m not going anywhere.
On the next swipe of my tongue up the length of her pussy, I continue up to her clit and suck it into my mouth. Her fingers tighten, pinching the strands of my hair in an almost painful hold as I flick my tongue over the sensitive bud while sucking on it. Not pulling my mouth away, I free one of my arms from her thighs.
