Page 63 of What A Croc
He rolled his hips, his belly rolling with him, and I was fascinated watching him move. I’d never seen anything more glorious, more sensuous, than Robert in that moment.
He started at a slow pace, then found a rhythm he liked, slowly speeding up, until I was holding onto his hips tightly to keep him from bouncing off.
“Jackson,” he moaned, leaning down to nip at my ear.
“Mmmm,” growling, I bucked up into him, bracing my feet against the mattress. The headboard banged with each movement.
“I love how you feel inside me,” he panted, trailing kisses down my neck. He paused where my neck and shoulder met, breathing hot air over my scent gland. Then he grazed it lightly with his teeth, before sucking the skin into his mouth.
“Fuckkkk!” My hands dug into his hips, my back arched off the bed, and I surged upwards, trying to bury myself even deeper inside him. My spine tingled and my balls tightened, and that feeling was racing me towards the finish line. “Now, sweetheart, I’m gonna come now!”
Robert's wild movements became more frantic, as he raced to join me, his dick bouncing under his rounded belly, slapping hotly against my skin. Pulling Robert closer to my gland, my own lips found the junction of his neck.
Grasping his dick in one hand, I stroked him quickly. There was no finesse to our movements. There was nothingpretty about it. We were moving in any way that felt good, that made us get one step closer to our release.
“Now!” Robert screamed, his thighs trapping me with surprising strength. His cum filled my hand in wet heat, and I bit down on his scent gland. My sharp teeth broke the skin the same time I lost myself in the sensation of his ass squeezing my dick tightly. His blood and pheromones filled my mouth as my seed filled him.
His sharp teeth sank into my neck, and I hissed, my dick giving another pulse, as he drank from me.
Finally able to tear my mouth from his gland, I licked the salty, metallic, yet surprisingly sweet blood from my lips. Licking over the bite, I sealed it with my saliva.
Robert collapsed against my chest, boneless, and we both panted for air for a few minutes, until our racing hearts calmed. Stroking an arm down his back, I held him to me when he tried to move off of me.
“I want to stay inside you for a little longer,” I whispered, stroking his hair back from his forehead. “If you’re comfortable?” My hand stroked over our baby, where I could feel the faintest flutters of movement beneath my palms.
“Mmmm,” was his only reply, so I took that as a yes.
Softly kissing his lips, I declared, “Mine.”
Robert raised his head, his eyes drooping and his smile sleepy. “Yours.”
His fingertips trailed over my scent gland, where his mark was etched into my skin. “Mine.”
Grasping his hand, I brought his fingers up to my lips, kissing each one slowly. “Always. Forever. Since the first day I saw you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Robert
Pushing my hands into my lower back, just above my tailbone, I winced. That one had hurt slightly more than the previous ones.
Not wanting to alarm Aiden, I continued my slow trek around the living room. “Do you see his car yet?”
Aiden shook his head, his little face pressed against the front window that looked out onto our street.
Jackson was late getting home from work. The man was always on time, even more so since I had been on a very loose form of bedrest for the past month. Jackson and I called it couch rest, since I was allowed to be out of bed, but I was mostly supposed to be sitting with my feet up. No excitement, just taking it all easy. My blood pressure had been more elevated at one appointment than Finn hadliked, and when it hadn’t come down right away, he had said it was time to make some changes. Which meant I had started my paternity leave earlier than I had planned, and after a week of binge watching everything I wanted to, I was bored out of my mind. But if it meant bringing our baby into the world, healthy, I would gladly be bored.
And now, tonight of all nights, Jackson just had to be late.
Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only about thirty minutes past his usual time. Usually, if he had a meeting or something, he would text or call me to let me know. He hadn’t, but I wasn’t about to give into hysterics. I just needed him to get his ass home. It was probably time for me to call and casually ask where the fuck he was.
Because if the off and on contractions I had all day were an indication, we were having a baby. Tonight.
“Shit!” Warm liquid spread over my pants and down my legs. Looking down, I couldn’t see over the huge mound of my belly, but that was definitely my water breaking.
Aiden turned to look at me with huge eyes.
“Sorry,” I told him, one hand gripping the back of the sofa as my belly tightened, and pain spread through my lower half. Closing my eyes, I tried to even out my breathing and stay as relaxed as possible, but I ended up in a half crouch, panting instead.
