Page 99 of Catnip, Claws, and Chaos

I push his shoulders, and he gets the message, rolling onto his back so I can climb on top. My baby bump makes things a little more difficult now. It's weird having this physical reminder of us right there while we're getting it on.

Logan runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my shirt higher until I get impatient and just yank the damn thing off. The air feels cool on my naked skin as I sit there on top of him. He looks me up and down as though he's memorizing every inch, from my bigger boobs to my round belly and the flush I can feel spreading across my chest.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, cupping my boobs, circling my nipples with his thumbs. Not just hot or sexy, butgorgeous, as if I'm some kind of treasure or something.

I moan again, grinding against him, where I'm already wet and throbbing. Being pregnant has screwed with my hormones big time, leaving me horny at the most random moments.

“Wanna taste you,” Logan says, voice rough with wanting. “Come up here.”

It takes me a second to figure out what he's asking for, and when I do, my face burns hot. “Don't think I can?—”

“I got you,” he cuts me off, hands on my hips guiding me up his body until my knees are on either side of his head, my center right over his mouth. “Won't let you fall.”

When his tongue touches me, I cry out, grabbing the headboard to keep from collapsing. He doesn't hold back at all, licking and sucking at my clit while his hands grip my thighs to keep me where he wants me.

“Logan,” I pant, my hips moving on their own, riding his face. “Oh my god, that's?—”

He hums against me, and the vibration just adds to everything, pushing me closer to the edge. My pregnant body is crazy responsive.

“Let go,” he says, his breath hot against me. “Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”

His words push me over, my thighs shaking as pleasure crashes through me, so intense I see stars. Before I can even catch my breath, he flips us over, being careful of my belly as he gets between my legs.

“Need you now,” he growls, pushing into me in one smooth stroke.

I cry out again at how full I feel, still sensitive from coming once already. He stops, checking my face for any sign that I'm not into it. Always so damn careful.

“I'm fine,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Please move already.”

He does, finding a rhythm that's not too rough but definitely not too gentle either, each thrust hitting this spot inside me that makes my toes curl. Another orgasm starts building already, my body ready for more in a way it never was before the pregnancy.

“Feel so good,” he murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “So tight around me, so perfect.”

His words turn me on almost as much as what he's doing. I find myself talking back, telling him how he fills me up just right, how I wake up wet from dreaming about him, how sometimes I touch myself in the shower thinking about his cock inside me.

He groans, rhythm stuttering a bit. “Say that again.”

“I dream about you,” I repeat, voice breathy and needy. “About your cock inside me, about coming all around you.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusts getting harder, more desperate. “You're gonna make me come.”

That's exactly what I want, to see him lose it because of me. “Then come,” I urge him, squeezing around him. “Fill me up.”

His movements get all jerky and uncoordinated, his breathing harsh against my neck. I can feel the moment he lets go, his body tensing up as he comes with a groan that has my name in it.

The feeling sets me off again, a gentler orgasm than the first but still amazing, waves of pleasure washing through me as I hold him close.

After, he rolls to the side, keeping one arm around me and his hand resting protectively on my belly. “You sure that was okay?” he asks, still worried about the baby.

I laugh, still catching my breath. “More than okay. The doctor literally said sex is good for us, Logan. Encouraged, even.”

“I know, but?—”

“No buts.” I shut him up with a kiss. “Unless it's my butt, which is also available for action.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You're insatiable.”

I snuggle closer. “Blame the hormones. And maybe the ridiculously hot guy in my bed.”

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