“You,” she said before leaning down to kiss me.
Grace already looked to be in a better mood. It had killed me to see Brooke treat her like she had, but I saw a spark of defiance in Grace that told me she wasn’t going to be down-and-out for long.
My lips moved against hers and I stroked her cheek. Until her, I’d shied away from intimacy during sex, but since we’d gotten together, I’d slowly added it in.
And it made it all better.
Grace had gone to bed in a nightgown. She said it was one of the most comfortable things she owned, while I tried and failed to be a gentleman and not stare at her legs as she climbed into my bed. After the day she’d had, I promised myself I would let her rest.
All bets were off now.
I pulled back to witness how gorgeous she looked above me before I took one of her breasts into my mouth. She gasped as I did, but it was muted as if we were back at the house.
“No one’s here,” I said. “Be as loud as you want.”
“Fuck yes,” she said as I went back to her nipples. They’d grown as she’d gotten further into pregnancy. Some days they were too sensitive to mess with. On others, it was exactly what she needed.
Grace shamelessly ground herself on my cock, which had hardened the second she climbed on top of me. She must havenot been in the mood to be patient, because she pulled away to slide her underwear to the side and free me.
The second I felt her, I let out a loud groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She rolled her hips with a moan. Or maybe it was mine. I wasn’t sure whose it was. It was so tempting to find her entrance and start pushing inside her, but I knew she loved having the control of moving on top of me. We had to be flexible in what we were doing because certain positions became uncomfortable in her third trimester. This had quickly become one of her favorites.
I’d never been with anyone long enough to know their favorite, but knowing her felt like knowing myself.
And when she paused, I knew what was happening.
“Need to move?” I asked.
Her cheeks were red. “Sorry. My hip doesn’t like this.”
Being pregnant came with a whole host of aches and pains. I was sure Grace expected me to be inconvenienced, but I refused to be bothered. After all, I wasn’t the one going through them.
“Prop up on my headboard,” I said as I patted her thigh.
She slowly did so, and I took over the work. I gave her one more kiss before moving to her breasts and then down to her core.
With one taste, I was reminded of the fact that I’d take this over coffee. Over water itself. She tasted incredible, and the sounds she made were even better.
I was reminded of the first time we’d been together, when neither of us knew a thing about each other. Back then, all of the sounds she made were new. I thought I’d liked the newness of each encounter I’d had, but really, knowing that I made someone I cared about more than anything feel so good was even better.
Knowing which movements she enjoyed made her get to the edge quickly. I knew when her moans increased in pitch and her thighs tightened around my head that she was there, and when she tumbled over that peak, she grew impossibly wetter.
“Do you want more?” I asked. It was tempting to stay down here forever, but I knew she liked coming on my cock more than on my mouth. I was fine either way.
“I need you now,” she said.
I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, pressing my cock into her entrance.
“Take this part slow. I wanna enjoy it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said as I captured her lips in a kiss. I bit her bottom one before pulling away.
Her pussy was so wet it felt like she was inviting me in. It was hard for me not to press all the way inside of her, but I knew how much she enjoyed it, and I knew she liked one other thing.
“You look so fucking hot like this, taking my cock so perfectly.”
“Oh,God.”