He trailed the tip of his tongue across my stomach, gently dipping into my belly button and back out again while continuing to move until his teeth were gently nipping at the bend in my side. Holy fuck, that feels good. I flinched and gripped his head.
“Does this spot right here want to be fucked too?” he murmured.
“Yes. Yes, it does,” I begged.
He reached up to grab my entire breast in his hand as he continued to lick, suck, nip and kiss the sensitive skin at my side. Oh, God. I’m gonna come from kiss-fucking. Is kiss-fucking even a word?
My breathing started to spike, and my back began to make its journey away from the mattress yet again.
“Not yet, Hunny. There are more parts of you that want to be fucked and I intend to fuck them all.” Shit! Are there? Okay, go ahead and fuck them.
“Sure, knock yourself out,” I mumbled with my eyes closed, more than happy to let him place his mouth wherever he felt necessary.
He chuckled and I felt him move lower, till he was just above the seam of my underwear, his lips pressing into my lower stomach.
My fingers automatically tensed in his hair, remembering that the last time he did that the kiss was not for me, but more so for our baby. I took in a deep breath as he nuzzled the spot for the smallest of seconds then continued down to the place he wished to fuck next—my legs.
He trailed kisses along the insides of my legs, close to my knees while running his hands up and down them—it was simply divine.
My orgasm began to climb again as he teased with his mouth.
“Bryce, I need you,” I moaned.
“I know, Hunny. I need you too.”
He moved back up to my breast and sucked my nipple, tugging it gloriously long.
I gasped again, only this time I knew I was about to come.
Bryce flicked his tongue at a rapid speed, mouth-fucking my nipple with sensational self-assurance until I released and called his name. It was a different kind of release, but it was a release all the same.
He instantly moved up to my mouth, kissing me ferociously all the while pumping his cock with his palm against my side. My eyes were still closed, encasing me in a new world of sensation, sensation created in a way I never thought possible. As I forced my way back to equilibrium, I heard him groan fiercely.
I opened my eyes and watched him reach his release too, amazed and in awe of his abilities to please us both sexually. His body tensed, his muscles tight and hard, his hand in complete control as he squeezed his cock—it was sexy as hell.
I moved closer, pulled his head to mine and kissed him again.
“As soon as we can, Bryce, I want to try again. I want to have your baby more than anything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The next morning, Bryce got up early to leave for his flight. I was still comfortably snoozing when I felt his warm lips touch the side of my neck and his suggestive voice whisper into my ear.
“I’ve got to go, my love. I’ll call you as soon as I can, and you can tell me all about your moon boot. I want a picture of you in nothing but the moon boot.”
I giggled at his request as I opened my eyes. “You can be strangely sexy sometimes.”
“I mean it. I want a picture. I need to see every inch of you before I go to bed. I won’t be able to sleep until I do.”
He trailed his finger delicately down my bare back, sending the electric tingles that I loved right through me.
I rolled over, so that I was facing him. “I’m not sending you a naked photo of me in a ridiculous looking moon boot, forget it.”
His finger did not stop its journey over my skin, still swirling around and finding my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers. Oh, fuckity fuck. His fingers are just so...fuck!
Instantly, my breasts firmed and both my nipples said ‘hello’.
“I want a picture,” he said firmly but with a husky voice.
I closed my eyes, taking in the glorious feeling he was giving me. “No,” I reaffirmed.
I felt him take my other nipple into his mouth, so I grabbed his head, digging my nails in and holding him against me.
He growled and engulfed my breast more hungrily. “I’ll send you one.”
My eyes shot open. “You’ll send me a picture?” A large smile appeared across my face.
“Sure.”
I started to get visions of different pictures he might send me, pictures of his body and its stunning parts. “I’ll think about it,” I compromised.
“Hmmm.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, then pulled away regretfully. “Don’t be surprised if I’m not back here tonight and you are in my arms. I don’t think I have it in me to stay away.”
“Go!” I placed my hands on his chest and lightly held him at bay. “Do what you do, Mr. Clark. I will speak to you later.”