“You don’t even have to ask.”
She shrieked and laughed as I picked her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall to my room. I set her down on the edge of my bed and shimmied her out of her clothes, unwrapping her like the gift she was. Kissing her was a delight, still as sweet and warm as the day I first put my hands on her. Little did I know then how she’d willingly be mine.
I was mindful of her bandages. The doctors said Vivian was in good condition, out of any grave danger, though the skin around the slash might still be a tad tender. I treated her with the utmost care regardless, laying her down on her back while I stamped my lips down her stomach. The knowledge that there was not one, but two lives growing within her set my blood on fire.
“You’re amazing,” I murmured as I settled between her legs, peppering kisses against her inner thighs. “So beautiful. Mother of my children.”
Vivian tilted her head back and moaned as I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was already wet and ready for me, but I intended to savor this moment. We had all the time in the world. Nobody was coming after us. We had the whole place to ourselves. I took it upon myself —a private challenge of sorts— to make her scream my name.
Her knees trembled as she gasped with pleasure, toes curling as she dragged her fingers through my hair.
“J-Jesse,” she whined. “Oh,fuck, right there.”
“Right here?” I teased her entrance, relishing the way she giggled. I nipped at the inner corner of her knee. “Or did you mean right here?”
Vivian cackled. “Stop it, babe. Quit playing.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Call me that again.”
“Babe?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She caressed my cheek and smiled. “Whatever you want, babe.”
The sound of the endearment made my skin come alive. Yet another reminder of how much I loved this woman. How I managed to function without her up until this point in my life was beyond me. She was my everything, and now she was all mine.
I returned my attention to her swollen bud, drawing tight circles against her. Her voice grew higher with each pass, her back arching as I pushed her closer to the edge.
When she came, it was with a rapturous moan. Her toes curled. She gripped the sheets. She was putty in my hands. Her pale skin was flushed in places, her cheeks and neck rosy with desire.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I asked.
Vivian snorted. “I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You’re a cocky bastard.”
“And I’m all yours.”
“That you are. But there’s a slight problem.”
I frowned. “What?” I lifted myself, looking her up and down. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Vivian shook her head, a demure smile on her lips. “No, no. Nothing like that.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’re not nearly nude enough.”
I sighed. “Don’t do that,” I grumbled, but started to take my shirt off.
Vivian sat up to help in the disrobing. She made quick work of the front of my pants, all but yanking them down to free my cock. I’d been so focused on her own pleasure that I hadn’t realized just how hard I was. I was throbbing, desperate for release. Once the last bit of my clothes was discarded, I returned to her, scooping her up to cradle her close.
“How do you want me?” she asked, almost shyly.
I kissed her, sweeping my tongue past her lips to taste her mouth. “Just like this,” I murmured. “I want to make love to you.”
Vivian grinned, cupping my cheeks with her hands. “I want that, too.”
I spread her legs and aligned myself with her entrance, gathering her wet heat with the head of my cock. A shiver shot its way down my spine, anticipation mounting. I pressed into her slowly, inch by inch, admiring the way Vivian’s mouth fell open to release the softest of cries.