ache as she worked him with her mouth.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice rough.
He grabbed hold of her hand and took it away from herself.
“That’s for me to do. You have to wait.”
She was ready to call him out on his extremely unfair behavior, but the problem was, he probably had a point considering she was one up on him in orgasm land.
Though he was probably a great many up on her when it came to having them with someone.
But not with each other. That was the thing.
This whole thing that was happening with each other was singular and different, and she didn’t want to sully it by bringing in other people. Not at all.
So she obeyed, which was uncharacteristic of her, but felt right in the moment.
And she continued to pleasure him with her mouth until he moved her away and lifted her against him, kissing her mouth and sliding those rough fingers down between her thighs as he kissed her deeper and deeper still. As he stroked her, light and teasing, then firm and intense, pushing the pleasure that centered there into a white-hot inferno. One arm was wrapped around her like a steel band, pressing her breasts against his hard chest as he continued to kiss her; the other hand relentlessly teasing her between her legs. And when he pushed a finger inside her, his eyes were blazing into hers.
She couldn’t breathe. And for a moment she felt like splintering glass. The cracks growing and expanding until she shattered completely. And when she did, he caught her in his strong arms and laid her down on the bed.
He was poised above her, positioned between her thighs.
And suddenly, she couldn’t breathe.
The blunt head of his arousal pressed against the slick entrance to her body, and he began to fill her. Ryder.
Him.
Inside her.
And it was like the air changed between them, like he could feel the difference, too. Like the whole world had tilted on its side, and whatever roots she had been so certain were there only a few minutes before were twisted and gnarled and unfamiliar to her.
Like she didn’t know who she was or where she might be going. Or which way the world spun or why.
He was inside her.
And it was almost too much to take. Too big to breathe around.
He was over her, in her, breathing her same air. And when he lowered his head, a shudder racking his big frame, something inside her cracked.
Because he was shaking.
Her mountain.
And if even her rock could tremble, she didn’t know if they could survive.
She had been so certain that neither of them would break here in this bed, but suddenly she wondered if this was the very place they might.
But then she couldn’t think at all, couldn’t breathe.
Because the pleasure that she felt was so deep, so all-consuming. And it was something other than pleasure. Something more. And it was something different than sex in the way that she understood it. And it wasn’t just because he was so large, so big that he seemed to touch every part of her. It wasn’t just that the way he moved seemed to touch her in amazing ways that she hadn’t realized existed.
It was more. It was him.
They were skin to skin in a deep and real way she had never been with anyone, because of course she had always used protection in the past, and they weren’t using it now. But it didn’t feel like it was part of the whole baby situation. Instead, this felt entirely separate. Like it was something just between the two of them and whatever happened after would simply be.
Because maybe when this was all finished they would know.
Maybe it would shift everything, change everything, and maybe then she would understand. What to do and where to go from here, what it meant for them, meant for everything.
But then he began to move. And there was nothing. Nothing but the moment. Nothing but him. Nothing but this.
It was impossible to think that she could come again, so quickly after she had the first time. But as he thrust into her, slowly pulling back out, pleasure built inside her like a thunderstorm, building and growing, waiting for the heavens to release. And when they did, when her release poured down on her like rain over the land, she wanted to weep. As her internal muscles pulsed around him, pulled him deeper, she understood something.
He became part of her in a way that no one