I sit up and study her, her hands still covered in my glistening spent. “Touch yourself now. I want you to rub my cum into your body while I watch you finish.”
She gulps and lies back on the bed with no defiance in her eyes this time.
No. This look says I’ve won. And she hopes I’ll claim my prize from her body.
17
VALENTINA
I can’t say his distance doesn’t hurt. But at the same time, I feel like he’s coiled so tight that at any moment, his hard-fought control might break, and he’ll take me the way I know we’re both dying for. Since the moment I returned, he’s been toeing the line of his carefully crafted control, and I’m done watching him fight me. He just hasn’t figured it out yet.
As much as I want to slick my fingers along my seam until I finish, I want him inside me more. If I have to push him to the edge to make him realize he won’t hurt me, then I’ll do it.
Instead of taking his orders, I lock eyes with him and trail my cum-coated hand up to my lips and suck my fingers into my mouth. His gaze goes hooded, and his half-erect cock lengthens again while he watches me.
I take my time running my tongue over my index finger, then my middle, and then suck them all between my lips until he’s practically panting as he fists the bedding around him. “Angel…” he warns.
This time, I don’t mock him because I’m not in the mood for games. The only thing I want is him inside me, filling me, claiming me. We both need it.
I pull my fingers from my mouth and dart my tongue out to lap at my skin like a cat cleaning off the cream. Even after he made a mess all over me, I can still taste my own arousal mixed with his.
When I’ve licked all of him off my skin, only then do I slowly slide my hand back down between my legs and dip my fingers between my still wet folds. I’m soaked, the evidence of it no doubt gleaming on my thighs for him to see for himself.
He doesn’t wait for me to challenge him again. This time, he pounces. It’s so fast my hand gets smashed between our hips as I tried to drag it away when he surged over on the bed toward me.
“Why are you pushing me today?” he asks, his lips brushing mine with each word, his eyes searching mine for something only he knows.
I clear my throat, suddenly dry as my heart kicks up in my chest. “I’m not pushing you. I’m hoping you’ll realize I adore you the way you are, and you’ll accept you deserve whatever pleasure we can give each other, no matter the circumstances.”
“You’re pregnant,” he says, lifting his lips now as if he’s realizing it all over again.
I scoff. “Sure, but I’m not suddenly going to break just because I’m growing a human inside me. Women all over the world do it every single day. It changes nothing about our sex life.”
Except it does. I can see it there in his eyes. With me pregnant, I’ve shifted forms from the wife he fucked ragged against his foyer wall to the woman carrying his child, his heir. Suddenly, my being pregnant doesn’t feel so much like a gift, but a barrier, another wall that can be erected between me and someone else.
I lift my legs to wrap them around his back and drag him into me harder. He can fucking try to hide behind that wall, but I won’t allow it. And I won’t allow him to change us when it suits whatever he has going on in his mind that he refuses to share.
Leaning up, I nip his chin, and at the same time, I curl my hands around to his shoulder blades, dig my nails in, and scrape them down his back hard enough to make him arch against me as if he could escape the pain while falling into it headfirst.
The noise he makes shoots straight through me, amping my own need even higher. “You want to fuck me so hard we both see stars, admit it,” I say against his chin while he focuses on his now unsteady breathing.
In this position, his cock slides along my body, the head nudging my clit just enough to send a bolt of pleasure through me. I try to rock up against him, but he won’t shift his hips or move at all.
No doubt in another battle for control over himself. I’m still not going to give him time to think about it.
I shift enough that I can slip my hand between our bodies, and it takes no effort to ruck upward and sheath him inside me. It happens before he even realizes what I’m doing, and his exhale comes out of him in a whoosh.