“I love you, Mallory. I will love you until my last breath.”
“I love you, too, my beautiful man behind the curtain.”
Epilogue
Miles
About nine months later...
I growl as she slides her mouth down my cock, and I fist my hands into the sheets so I don’t thrust up into her mouth or try to grab her. Even after months of having her in my bed—our bed—my control still isn’t great. My need for her hasn’t lessened over time.
“I’m going to come.”
She had me ready to explode before I even knew it was happening. Waking up with her mouth on me is a sweet torture. But I knew what she was up to. She’d been pouting about it for the past five days now and I hadn’t given in.
She takes her sweet mouth off my cock, making me groan at the loss. Fuck, she’s trying to kill me. I finally open my eyes, something I don’t do on purpose, because I know what I’m going to see. And I know that sight would send me over.
There she is. Her hair, messy from a night of sleep, falling all around her, her eyes hooded with arousal. She licks her full lips as she climbs up my body. The only thing she’s wearing is the ring I put on her. I should tell her to stop, but I only dig my fingers into the sheets as she straddles me and slowly begins to sink down on my cock. There’s nothing better in the world than being skin to skin with her.
I should have seen this coming. That baby book has finally blown up in my face. She hated the damn thing, but now here she is, using it against me as she slides down onto me, making me moan her name. I haven’t felt her sweetness wrapped around me in over two weeks.
“See? I’m fine,” she says as she moves on top of me with slow, sweet thrusts. I can’t even move. I stare up at her. I thought she was perfect before, but now she’s a fucking goddess. Finally, I let go of the sheets and bring my hands to her very pregnant belly in a purely possessive move. She’s already a week overdue.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I groan as her head falls back and she keeps moving over me. The book said sex could bring on labor, something Mallory has wanted for weeks. As for me, I was enjoying watching her waddle around, even if it was a little selfish on my part to want to keep her like this.
My hand moves over her belly, then up to her breasts as she slowly rides me. It’s a bittersweet torture, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up into her. Not to grab her hips and make her move faster, and not to come because it’s right there. Ready to release inside her, from the sight of her riding me like this. But I won’t, not until she comes first. Not until I feel her sweetness grip my cock.
“Oz, trust me, this isn’t hurting anything.”
She moves a little faster, and I slide my hand from her breast, over her belly to where we’re joined. I brush my thumb across her clit, making her jerk. Her pussy grips me even tighter, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.
“Baby, I would have eaten you all morning if that’s what you wanted.”
Her head falls forward and she glares at me.
“I love you, Oz, but I’m over your mouth. I want you inside me.”
Her hands fall to my chest, her nails digging into me. Every time she tried to get sex, I’d have my mouth between her legs, giving her all the orgasms she could take until she passed out. Then I’d go to the bathroom and take care of myself because I didn’t even trust myself to jerk off while I ate her sweet pussy. Fuck, a few times I didn’t have to touch myself and I came with her. Just the sight of her naked, pregnant body sent me over the edge. I was scared I’d take her too hard.
“Take what you want then, Mallory. You know everything I have is yours.” I mean every word of it. It’s been hell denying her, and I can’t do it any longer. Not that she’s going to let me. I might be able to push my way into getting something, but when it comes down to it, she always gets what she wants. I can’t tell her no as long as whatever she wants has me beside her. I need to be near her.
I stroke her clit fast and her breathing picks up. My name falls from her mouth over and over again, and then she finally lets go. She squeezes hard around my cock, taking me with her into orgasm, her nails digging into my chest, and I hope they leave little marks on me.
I grip her hips, holding her in place as I release deep inside of her. I keep her still until we both recover from the intensity.
“See? Nothing bad happened.” She smiles down at me and traces my tattoo of her name on my chest. I grunt because it’s all I’ve got in me. I poured two weeks of pent-up lust inside her, and I’ll be lucky if I can move in the next hour.