pants. I wasn’t wearing panties because, well, I was an Ob/Gyn nurse, and I knew the importance of getting air down there. I also knew the importance of more than one form of birth control.
“It’s not that,” I said, but my hand went to my baby bump. “I just feel more comfortable this way. Okay?”
“Sure. This time.” His gravelly voice hummed right beside my ear, and he pushed me onto my back, covering my naked body with his.
I shivered, relishing the shock of hot skin on skin. Clint nipped and licked down my neck to arrive at one nipple.
He flicked his tongue over it, cupping and squeezing my breast the way I’d just been doing. “You’re bigger than before,” he observed before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking.
The corresponding tug between my legs made me arch up with a gasp. “Oh shit, Clint. Y-you can’t possibly remember,” I argued.
“Oh, I remember,” he swore, his breath fanning my sensitive flesh. “Nothing could ever make me forget the sight of those beautiful breasts bouncing while I gave it to you hard in that storeroom. I hadn’t even gotten your top off. Now, these gorgeous tits are all mine. I’m gonna give them the attention they deserve.”
A streak of excitement ran through me at his dirty talk. And the fact that he was dirty talking about me. My body.
While I didn’t want him to guess the true nature of the growing size of my breasts, it felt amazing to be really seen. He’d paid attention. Remembered.
It was unbelievably hot.
He shifted to give the same treatment to my other breast. I shivered and moaned. My nipples were so damn sensitive these days, but he wasn’t too rough with them. It was perfect. So perfect, I could’ve come from nipple sucking alone.
I ran my hands down his sides and around the back to sink my fingernails in the tight muscles of his ass, pulling his hips tighter into the cradle of my legs.
When he thrust in response, the head of his dick managed to find my entrance without assistance. “Oh damn, sugar,” he muttered. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”
He started to retreat, but I pulled his hips in again, causing him to sink into my greedy channel. I moaned.
“Fuck, Becky. You feel so good. Oh fates...wait. Hang on—I didn’t get suited up.”
“It’s okay,” I blurted, without thinking it through. It wasn’t like I could get pregnant a second time. That horse was so far out of the barn.
This morning, he’d said he hadn’t been with anyone since me, so I figured he was clean.
“I’m on the pill,” I said to explain myself.
He was already rocking into me, deeper and deeper, as if he couldn’t help himself.
“And I’m clean,” I added.
“I’m clean, too,” he said, sounding almost winded. Or pained. “Fuck, Becky. I’ve never done it raw. Goddamn.” He shoved deeper, a harder thrust. When my head slid toward the headboard, he grasped my nape and pushed me back down then melded his lips to mine in a hot kiss. There was no fumbling in the dark. He seemed to know where my body was in space. All his moves were sure and confident. He was a God in bed and out of it.
He was big, and I felt stretched. It didn’t hurt, but my body had to adjust to all of him. The feel of him on top of me, his heavy weight kept off as he rested on his forearms, made me feel totally claimed. He wasn’t holding me down, the only thing connecting us was his dick deep inside me, but I felt pinned.
Safe. The way he made me feel… my vibrator was going to be tossed out after this. There was no comparison to Clint’s dick. It was as if he knew just how to swivel his hips to hit sensitive spots inside me and to rub against my eager clit.
I kissed him back, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. How was it possible this guy hadn’t already been snatched up? Especially in a small town like this one? He was perfect in every way.
For one glimmer of a moment, I let myself indulge in the fantasy of keeping Clint. Telling him about the baby and signing on with him to raise our child together. But I knew from experience these things didn’t work out. Life was far from perfect. Messy. I’d be a fool to rush into another hot mess when I wasn’t out of my