I looked back at my husband and smiled up at him when he stepped forward and pressed his body against mine. My pulse spiked when his hands went straight to my behind. I startled when Ryder captured my lips in a surprise kiss. I lifted my arms and placed my hands on his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He hissed, and it gave me the opportunity to snag his lower lip with my teeth. I gently bit down then sucked on it. I hummed when I felt his body shudder.
“Need you,” he rasped.
He needed me.
I released his lip. “You’ve got me, honey.”
Ryder backed me up against the wall in the hallway, and it made me giggle.
“In the hall?” I asked then groaned when his lips went to my neck, and he zeroed in on my sweet spot. “But Damien—”
“Is over at Dominic’s,” my husband cut me off, his breathing laboured.
Where Dominic was, Damien wasn’t far away.
I hummed. “You dirty man.”
I heard Ryder’s zipper being lowered, and I felt his rushed movements as he pushed down his jeans, quickly following suit with my leggings and underwear as he shoved them down to my knees. He carefully turned me until my back pressed against his front. His excitement and obvious hunger for me caused heat to spread between my thighs almost instantly.
“You’ve got me fumbling like a prepubescent boy,” he growled, and slapped my bare arse.
I looked over my shoulder and grinned. “You’re all man, baby.”
“You bet your sweet ass I am.”
He disappeared as he dropped to his knees behind me, and that movement was the only indication I got to what he was doing a second before I felt his tongue plunge into my exposed cunt.
“Oh, fuck!”
I gripped onto the side table closest to me and forced my knees not to buckle. My excitement quickly changed to an urgent need. My clit throbbed, each pulse acting as a demand for the attention of Ryder’s skilled tongue. I let go of the table with my right hand with the intention of stroking my clit myself, but a sharp wave of desire struck my body, and I needed to hold the table to stay upright.
Sex for me during this pregnancy had so far proved to be awesome. Every lick, stroke, thrust, and bump felt unbelievably amazing. I was so sensitive that the littlest of touches got me off. Coming early, and often, was not something that embarrassed me. I embraced the hell out of it and so did my husband.
“So sensitive,” Ryder growled against my sensitive flesh as he plunged his tongue deep into me once more.
“Ryder,” I moaned, trying not to buck back against his face. “Me clit, please.”
He nudged my knees apart with his hand, which was hard to do since my leggings were bundled around my shins, but he used the space and placed his hands on my legs and slowly moved upwards, massaging my inner thighs along the way. I held my breath when his thumb dipped into my pussy then slid over my lips as he neared my aching clit. The first touch sent a spasm throughout my body, and I knew I was a few seconds away from release. Ryder did too.
He bore down and rotated his thumb in a delicious circle that, quite literally, took my breath away. For a second or two, time itself stopped, and a feeling close to pain flared before sheer bliss replaced it. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy washed over me in waves, and if it wasn’t for Ryder’s hold on me, I would have dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. When the throbbing of delight slowed and eventually subsided, I opened my eyes, and instead of saying something sassy to my husband, a strangled cry of delight left my mouth as Ryder drove his length into the depths of my body.
“Heaven,” he growled. “You feel like Heaven. Every.” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Time.” Thrust.
I re-established my hold on the table before me and held on for dear life. Ryder’s fingers bit into my flesh when his hold on my hips tightened. I didn’t need to ask if he was okay because the quickened paced of his thrusting told me just how good he was.
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he moaned. “Not gonna last long today, you feel too perfect.”
I hummed in response and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Like a fucking vice,” he hissed.
Ryder slammed into me once, twice, thrice, and then his motions became jerked as he came.
“Branna,” he roared.
I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against the cool wooden surface of the table, and tried to catch my breath. It was only at that moment that I realised just how breathless I was, and I was worried that I sounded like someone who had just ran a marathon.
“Baby?” Ryder said, placing a hand on my back. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I rasped.
He withdrew from me, and I frowned at the loss. I loved sex with Ryder; the connection of him being inside me was like nothing I had ever felt before.