Page 72 of My Sweetest Obsession
With her gaze locked on mine, she sinks down.
Fuuuuucccckkkk.
Her hot, slick core engulfs me, and my eyes drift closed, my neck arching back at the feeling of being completely consumed by this woman. She gasps as I stretch her wide, and when she finally sinks down to the hilt, she crushes her clit against my pelvis.
Good God…
Pleasure courses through me, searing every nerve ending, consuming each minute fiber of my being, and washing away all those lingering doubts that this is the right thing, that she is the right thing.
I thought I had prepared myself for this.
The past week, I’ve thought about this moment and what I would do if she ever actually took me up on my offer, but I never imagined it could feel like this.
Like coming home.
Like being complete in a way I didn’t think I could ever experience again.
It steals my breath, my words, my ability to do anything but live in this moment and the hot clasp of her heat.
She leans forward slightly, her belly pressing into mine, and I open my eyes to search hers for any sign that this is too much for her.
I lift one hand from her hip to take her cheek in my palm, brushing my thumb across it. “Are you okay?”
The books have told me enough to know that sex while pregnant is safe, but the fear of hurting her or the baby still freezes me in place, torn between giving her what I know she likes and holding back because of her condition.
Ivy never liked it slow and gentle.
She never wanted that from me.
And I have always been too out of control when it comes to her to argue otherwise.
But I would never do a single thing to this woman that might hurt her or this baby—even if that means walking away right now.
Her hooded eyes lift to meet my gaze, and she nods, a long rush of hot breath floating from her parted lips, then slowly lifts herself just to sink down at the same agonizingly languid pace.
She drops her head back, hair cascading behind her as she starts to ride me, raising herself on trembling thighs only to engulf my cock again with a tight squeeze each time she descends.
Each movement is so careful.
So measured.
So unlike how Ivy typically wants it.
I slide my hands down to her ass and help her, lifting her higher and faster, allowing her to slam down on me with even more force. She leans forward slightly, altering the angle enough to allow the head of my cock to catch inside her, and a gasp falls from her lips.
And they’re too tempting.
Too fucking addicting to ignore.
I push myself up as far as I can get with her stomach between us and capture her mouth, swallowing down those little noises she makes as I brace my feet and thrust up into her.
Over and over again.
My cock drags along that perfect spot.
But I can tell it isn’t enough.
I kiss her deeply, gliding my tongue along hers, slowing the intensity while grinding up with every thrust to ensure she’s getting the most penetration and full contact.
