Page 103 of Moonlighter
But Eric makes me feel like a sex queen as he groans and shifts his hips. I relax my throat and take him as deeply as I dare, and the noises he makes are everything to me.
“Jesus fuck. Yes. Hell,” he babbles as I hollow out my cheeks and suck. It’s the sexiest thing I ever heard. I don’t know why he wants me so badly. It’s not because of my money, or connections. It’s sure as hell not for my giant, pregnant body.
But God it’s nice to be desired like this. To becraved. I’m having some cravings of my own. It’s not clear to me how they’re going be fulfilled. It won’t be easy, but I’m already having fun.
“Better stop that soon,” Eric rasps.
I release him with a wet pop, because I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.
“Come here,” he says, slapping my ass. “Lose these panties. And that bra.”
“Not the bra,” I say quickly. My breasts are too heavy and tender.
“Suit yourself. Just get over here. I need to touch you.” He punctuates this statement by running a hand between my legs, over the fabric of my panties.
And my breath hitches as the damp silk brushes against my overheated body.
“You’re soaked,” he groans. “Get over here.”
I step onto the floor to shed the panties. “Better brace yourself,” I joke. “Just like you’d do on the ice before a dangerous hit.”
“Oh, please. Bracing is a bad strategy. It’s better to absorb the impact. Like this.” He tugs my hips until I join him on the mattress again. And then I’m straddling him. He lowers me down until I’m crouching over his thighs. “Oh hell yes.God,” he adds as his fingers make contact with my pussy, which is already ripe and wet.
I moan shamelessly. Even this light touch makes me want to yell his name. “I…I don’t know how you’re going to pull this off,” I gasp. “But I need it so badly.”
He clicks his tongue. “I know you do. Is it okay for the baby?”
“It must be,” I say quickly. “The baby is already acquainted with my vibrator.”
His hand goes still on my body. “Alex,” he rasps. “Do you fuck yourself and think of me?”
I brace my hands on his shoulders and lean my achy body into his palm. “Sometimes,” I hedge. “Okay. Definitely.” I’m glad it’s dark in here so he can’t see my face turn red.
But Eric doesn’t laugh. He’s too busy sitting up, grabbing his cock, and lining it up beneath me. And I lower my hungry body down, welcoming him inside for the first time in months. I feel my muscles clench around him.
His moan is long and loud. “Yes,” he whispers. “Finally.” He tugs my hips down, until I’m taking him so deeply that I gasp. And then he’s kissing my neck, and cupping my breasts over the bra, and tracing his lips all over my skin.
Then he takes my mouth, and the kiss is shockingly tender. I feel goose bumps rise on my arms as his tongue greets mine with a slow slide.
My heart gives a kick. I like this man way too much. He has no idea what he’s doing to me right now. Tonight he’s the perfect imitation of an expectant father—bringing food home to his ravenous, pregnant wife. Offering to help out in the nursery.
Making love to her carefully after she erupts in a hormonal snit.
But it’snotreal. None of this is really my life. I can only pretend that it is.
Pretending has its merits, though. I can rise slowly up on his cock and grind my hips against his as he groans. I can lower my pussy again and again while our kisses bleed onward toward infinity. I can grip his biceps while he kneads my ass and ride him until he makes a more desperate sound with each thrust.
It’s a gorgeous, mind-melting imitation of everything I want in the world. And when I finally come, moaning against his tongue, it feels real enough. His strong arms hold me tightly as he buries his face in my neck and clenches through his own groaning, shuddering climax.
But it’s over too soon. I come to a halt, still pinned against his big, sturdy body, with hot tears springing into my eyes.
I am not really sure if they are happy tears or sad ones.
27
Eric
Good.Lord. If you’d told me six months ago that I’d be having steamy hot sex with a very pregnant friend, I’d have laughed my ass off.
