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Dr. Lowery glances back and forth between us, and then tells Eva, “It seems to me that—in all the ways that matter, anyway—this baby is Luke’s, right along with her being yours.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
EVA
The living room is dark, bathed only in the moonlight streaming through the windows, when I wake up. I’m not sure what time it is or why I’m sleeping on the couch, but when Luke shifts behind me, his hard cock pressing into the crevice between my ass cheeks, I know exactly what woke me up.
Unfortunately, since the doctor’s appointment earlier this week, he has refused to have sex with me. He claims that sex will raise my blood pressure, and he doesn’t want to risk my health or the baby’s. I’ve been unsuccessful in convincing him that what’s really going to raise my blood pressure is being denied sex when I’m always in the mood. Seriously, I’ve never craved sex like I have while pregnant, and since Luke and I finally slept together, it’s all I want.
But now, despite the fact that he’s still asleep, his hips are moving of their own volition, and his soft grunts are turning me on so much, my thong is already damp. Reachingbehind me, I slide my hand between our bodies and grip his shaft through his soft jersey shorts, running my palm along his length as his hips move faster.
“Yes, Peaches,” he whispers, his breath hot as it caresses the top of my head. One of his elbows is tucked under my head, beneath the pillow, but his other arm snakes its way over my hip as he pulls up my skirt, his fingers sliding along the edge of my thong until he pushes beneath the lacy fabric. I lift my top leg, planting my foot on the couch with my knee in the air, to give him better access. And as he slides the pads of his fingers through my slick seam, bringing them up to run over my clit before slipping them inside me, he groans out, “Fuck, I needed this.”
“Me too, Luke,” I say, moving my hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Me too.”
He freezes, and his sharp intake of air highlights just how rigid his body has become. I can feel him pulling away, his fingers about to slip out of me, when I press my free hand to his wrist and hold him in place. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Eva, your blood pressure?—”
“Is going to fucking spike right now if you take this away from me. I’m allowed to feel good, Luke. I’m allowed to have sex. I even asked the nurse on our way out and she said that my blood pressure wasn’t nearly high enough to pose a risk.”
He curls his fingers inside me while he presses his hips forward so his cock slides right along my palm, the tip pressing into my lower back, and a moan rips from my throat in response. I’m so fucking turned on, all I want is for him to make me come, then fuck me like he can’t control himself.
“Do you feel how fucking badly I want this, Peaches?” Hisvoice is low and rough, sending a thrill of anticipation down my spine. “But I don’t want to do anything that might risk hurting you or the baby.”
“The risk only exists in your head, Luke,” I remind him, as I work one hand along his cock and move my other hand to undo the buttons down the front of my V-neck shirt. I move the front panels of the shirt aside and sweep my hand into one side of my bra, pushing the cup beneath my breast and pulling the flesh up toward my face. Luke’s arm slips out from beneath my head, and he props himself up on his elbow, looking down at me as I lie on my side.
“What are you doing?” He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and my hips buck. I need this freaking orgasm the way I need oxygen—without it, I may actually perish.
“Seeing if my tits are big enough yet that I can reach my nipples with my tongue.”
His groan reverberates around me, and he thrusts himself harder against my hand. “And are they?”
“Not yet,” I say with a laugh. “But that would be the dream.”
“No, baby, that’s my job. You can’t take it away from me.”
“Then do your job, Luke,” I say, looking up at him and bringing my shoulder back against his chest so he has a clear view of my breast before I move my hand to the other side and pull that cup away so both my tits are out.
“You’re going to drive me fucking wild, Eva, you know that?”
I move my hips to match the rhythm of his hand as he dips his head over my shoulder and pulls my nipple between his lips, sucking to match the pace his hand has set as hefucks me with his fingers. His hips move faster, sliding his cock along my hand as he releases a small grunt that reverberates against my nipple, sending shock waves straight to my core. I’m so fucking close that it’s making me greedy.
“You don’t get to come yet.” My words are soft, but firm as I move my hand off him. “Give me this first orgasm like a good boy,” I say, remembering how much he liked me calling him that the first time we had sex, “and then I’ll let you bend me over the back of the couch and fuck me from behind.”
His moan sends the same shock wave from my nipple to my core, and then he sucks harder, his fingers moving faster and his hand rubbing against my clit with more urgency.
“Fuck yes,” I tell him. “More of that.” He kicks the pace up a notch, and I can feel my orgasm dangling in front of me, a light that seems to move further away the closer I get. “Harder, Luke,” I pant, feeling more desperate and needy than I’ve ever felt. “Make me come ...”
He keeps up the punishing pace of his fingers and I gasp when the first wave of my orgasm rolls through me, jolt after jolt of electricity as Luke sucks my nipple into his mouth, each tug matching the ebbs and flow of the orgasm.
I’m a whimpering, sweaty mess of pleasure as I come so hard I see stars. Then, my body goes limp. Luke rolls me onto my back, looking down at me as he pulls his fingers from my cunt and holds them in front of my face. And then he says, “Taste what I do to you, Peaches.”
My eyes widen, but I barely part my lips when I ask, “Why?”
“Because I want you to know how fucking sweet you are when you come for me. And I want you to remember that I’m the only one who willeverdo this to you.”
There’s a vulnerability to his request, like a plea for me to admit that, although he wasn’t my first, he’ll be my last.
