arching as she drops her head to my shoulder. “Oh, God.”
I thrust faster, loving the vibration of her voice on my skin. My hips pump up over and over, her tits bouncing faster and faster.
“I’m going to come again already,” she gasps, clearly as surprised as I am by the quick recovery.
“You need to look at me when you say that, Jones,” I command, moving my shoulder so she has to look up.
She lifts her head and slowly blinks at me, her mouth hanging open with heavy breaths.
“Say it again.” My eyes narrow on her as I continue to pump into her. “Tell me you’re going to come.”
She inhales sharply and stares down at me. “I’m going to come, Josh.”
“Fuck yes, you are.” In a fast move, I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her to flip us over so I’m on top. I thrust hard into her, making sure to hold all my weight off her body as she screams out her pleasure.
I know I’m being paranoid because the baby is the size of an apple right now and well cushioned by her body, but she has no idea how much can go wrong. No idea how much I want to make sure she’s okay. That she’s healthy and all her needs are met. Personally, physically, and fuck, even sexually.
Especially sexually.
“Oh, my God,” she moans, her fingers digging into my biceps as her legs tighten around my hips. “I’m so close, Josh.”
Fuck, I like my name on her lips. Has any woman ever said my name and sounded this hot while I’m buried inside them? There’s no fucking way, which is why Lynsey’s face as she screams my name is going to be permanently seared into my brain forever.
I chase her orgasm with fierce possessiveness, needing to feel it on my cock and needing to watch her face when she falls apart beneath me. I didn’t savor our first night together. I thought there’d be more. I thought if I just said the word, she’d come back. But Lynsey is clearly not someone I can predict, and that makes this climb toward ecstasy all the more exciting.
“Come for me, Jones,” I demand, my voice breathless as my own release threatens to spill out of me. I pause my thrusting to move my hand between our bodies and rub her clit in hard, unforgiving stokes. “Come now. I need to feel you.”
Seconds later, she cries out, her chest heaving as her legs tighten around my hips, and her fingers grab the bedspread. Her entire body goes rigid as she spasms around my cock, pulling my own release from me at the same time.
A shiver runs up my spine as I expel every drop of sexual frustration I’ve had for the past few months deep inside her. I groan as I fall against her neck, breathing in the scent her hair and our sweat, both of us trembling with aftershocks of pleasure overload.
Once my muscles have recovered, I roll off her and prop my hands behind my head, trying to slow my heart rate.
“Fuck,” I grunt like an animal because I can’t think of anything more intelligent to say.
“You can say that again,” she says, her voice hoarse as she turns to me. Her eyes move from my face to my inner bicep. “Is your tattoo the Captain America shield? What’s that date scrawled below it?”
“Long drunken story,” I reply crisply and heave myself out of bed to head to the master bath for a washcloth. A moment later, I return and gently spread her knees to wipe between her legs. The image of my release dripping out of her is enough to make me hard again. Our eyes meet as she watches with great fascination.
“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I say in a moment of rare open honesty.
“Such a caveman thing to say,” she replies with a laugh. “What is it with men liking the thought of their jizz coming out of a woman? It’s basically how all pornos end.”
My brows lift curiously. “Watch a lot of porn there, Jones?”
Her cheeks flame red. “Not a lot…just the normal amount.”
I cock my head as she squirms nervously. “What’s the normal amount?”
She scoffs. “What are you, the porno police? Guilty as charged, officer. Better haul me in!”
I grunt and press a firm kiss to her lips before tossing the washcloth into the hamper inside my closet. I return to bed and pull the covers down before motioning