“Jace, come on,” I groan, his cock moving slowly in and out, the feeling out of this world but not nearly enough. I need it hard. I need more.
“Just feel, Stell. There’s no rush.”
I’m lying on my side with Jace pressed behind me, his hips locked behind me. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his lips attached to the sensitive skin just below my ear. His left hand is rocking me back and forth on him, the position comfortable but just not enough.
Ever since I hit my third trimester, Jace has begun handling me with kid gloves, and while I love him for it, sometimes a girl just needs her man to fuck her.
“Ugh, seriously? For the love of God,” I plead, smacking the mattress in frustration.
Jace slows his movements and leans up on his elbow to look down at me.
“What?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I love how careful you’re trying to be, and I love how you take care of me. But, Jace Miller, if you don’t fuck me harder and make me come all over your cock, I will never go down on you again.” My eyes widen at my own words, and Jace starts laughing, pulling out and flipping me over to my back, carefully hovering over my much larger stomach.
“Damn, baby. That may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” he growls before bending over to suck one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth, causing me to throw my head back and moan loudly. “You really want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I groan, grabbing one of his biceps, my nails digging into the hard muscle as he continues to nip at my breasts. Pulling away from me, he moves from our bed and helps me sit up, gently encouraging me to flip to all fours. Grabbing my hands, he puts them on top of the headboard and then climbs on the bed behind me, rubbing the head of his cock through my slit, making sure to press against my clit on each pass.
“Hold on tight, babe.” Then he slams inside me, my head falling forward on a hoarse cry. Jace begins a punishing rhythm, and he grunts with each deep thrust.
“Fuck,” I moan, and he bites down on my shoulder.
“This what you needed?”
“Yes. More, please.”
“Goddamn, you’re so wet.”
My head falls back on his shoulder, and his hot breath fans over my face. My knuckles turn white, and he runs a hand down my swollen belly, coming to rest just above my clit. He gives me a few more hard thrusts, his hips canting faster with each stroke. He uses his middle finger to flick my clit, and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation.
Light flashes behind my eyelids as I begin to climax, my body arching back against him as his other hand reaches up to finger my nipples. I chant his name, my whole body tingling, and I’m vaguely aware of him cursing into the back of my neck. I’m floating back to earth when his hand leaves my pussy and grips my hip, his thrusts becoming choppy and fast.
“Holy fuck,” he bites out, and his grip on me tightens as he finds his own release, his body trembling against mine.
Blowing out a shaky breath, he brushes my hair from my face and carefully pulls out, helping me lie down. He gives me a short but passionate kiss and leaves the bed, coming back a minute later with a washcloth to clean me up. Reaching for my oversized shirt I left at the foot of the bed, I pull it over my head and roll over, not even bothering with finding my underwear.
Jace comes over to my side of the bed wearing just his boxer briefs, bending down to extract my underwear from the floor. He hands them to me, and I pull them back on. Getting into bed behind me, he curls his arm over my stomach, my own coming down to rest with his.
“I love you, baby.”
“Love you too, handsome.”
“Happy birthday, again.”
I laugh at his words, the memory of how he said it this morning making me clench my thighs together. Today is my thirty-third birthday, and I woke up to multiple orgasms, thanks to my boyfriend’s talented mouth, and then we spent the day at the local department store setting up a baby registry. Time is flying by, and before we know it, our girls will be here.
We’ve finally picked out names, and Anna is throwing us a baby shower in April. I’m due in only three months, and every day we both get more and more excited.
Life couldn’t be better, and I love every second of it.