Secret Plunge - Jasmin Miller Page 0,39

to hurt you.”

She pulls back and looks at me. “You won’t. You heard the doctor. Sex is totally okay, and I’ll tell you if anything feels uncomfortable or hurts. Promise.”

“Okay. But you’re in charge.”

Her eyes brighten. “Deal.”

“Deal.” And then I tangle my hands in her hair like I’ve wanted to this entire time, devouring her mouth like I’ve been starving for her. Which I have, in a metaphorical sense. She’s quickly become a part in my life that I didn’t realize I was lacking. She’s brought a lightness to it with her easygoing personality. And her laughter. Lots of laughter. She makes me happy.

I try to make up for the months we didn’t see each other, the kiss from earlier barely satisfied the never-ending need I feel for her.

Her lips leave mine and I want to follow her. "Ryan?"

"Huh?"

"Get naked."

"Yes, ma'am." I grin at her. "You first though."

She giggles. “If you insist.”

“You bet your fine ass I do.” I don’t waste another second and get to work, taking off her sweatshirt and tank top, followed by her bra. Then my hands are on her breasts. Gently. “Wow.”

Harper pulls back with a soft laugh. “I know, they’ve already grown quite a bit.”

“I’ll say.” I want to squeeze but Harper pulls back further, wincing.

“I’m sorry. They’ve also grown sensitive, so I’m afraid we’ve got to take it easy with them.”

“Oh.” I pout for half a second before getting a grip. “Of course. You tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Now let’s get rid of these other clothes.”

Together, we make quick work of her leggings and socks, leaving her in only her underwear that I pull down her legs. Once she’s stepped out of them, I make my way back up her legs, massaging her, sucking on her skin, licking my way straight to where I want to be so badly.

“Ryan, you’re still . . . oh, yes.” She moans and leans back against the mattress.

I’ve found her sensitive spot, and I’m planning on taking good care of her. So I do. Harper isn’t holding back either, grinding against my mouth, holding me against her hot center like she never wants me to leave. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I can feel her inner muscles clench around my fingers and tongue. She’s close. So close.

When she comes, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders, almost vibrating before falling into a boneless mass on the bed, arms and legs lying limply by her side.

I strip out of my clothes but leave my boxer briefs on. Leaning over the bed, I look at Harper. Her eyes are closed. “Baby, can you move?”

She reaches out with her hand, blindly hitting the air until she finds my face, gently running her fingers over my cheek. I turn my face and kiss her palm, lingering for a moment to enjoy her touch.

Her eyes open and she looks at me, her pupils glazed over. “You broke me.”

I laugh and bend to nuzzle her neck. “I’d never break something as precious as you.”

She sighs.

“Hold on, Harper.”

She does as instructed, and I pull her with me until we reach the luxurious pillows.

“I think it’s true what they say about pregnant women and orgasms.” Her gaze finds mine, the satisfied look on her face making me want to high-five myself.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Pregnancy can change the sex drive but also how intense the orgasms are. This was by far the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I prop myself up on my side next to her, trailing an unhurried path with my finger down her body. Treating her breasts with extra care, massaging them gently, refraining from sucking or rolling the nipple, but rather lavish it with gentle licks and kisses.

If Harper’s quickening breath is anything to go by, this is the perfect adjustment to her changing body.

After one more caress, I leave her perfect breasts and move down her torso. To her stomach. I swallow harshly, the lump in my throat restricting my airflow further, making it hard to breathe. She still doesn’t really show, but I can make out the tiniest bump. I also remember from our doctor visit this morning where the baby is.

Holding my hand over the right spot, I caress it with my thumb and close my eyes.

When Harper puts her hand on mine, I almost buckle under the enormousness of this moment.

I already love this baby so much that sometimes my heart hurts like it isn’t big enough to handle these emotions. When I