Page 73 of Pieces of Us
“Okay. I’m so tired, but she’s still kicking.”
I stand from the bed and pull back the duvet for Mel to lie down. She’s going to lie in my bed. It’s where I want her to be, where I’ve imagined her for so long. I walk to the other side and get in. She turns to her side to face me, placing my hand back on her belly.
“This is the longest she’s kicked like this. She needs to calm down.”
“Sorry she woke you up. What time is it?”
“Twelve forty-five.”
“You should try to get some sleep.” He rubs my belly. “Millie, chill out, baby girl. Mama needs rest.”
“Is it okay if I lay here for a bit?”
“Of course.”
I kiss her hair, and as I back away, she grabs my jaw. We pause for a moment. I want to pull her mouth to meet mine, but I can’t be the one to make the first move. I’m relieved when she finally kisses me. I move my hand to the nape of her neck and pull her closer. The kiss is soft; I don’t want heated or rushed right now.
“Linc?” It’s just us, but she’s still whispering.
“Yeah?”
“Remember when you said I could ask for your help again?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you help me?”
She doesn’t give me the opportunity to answer as she places her hand on my forearm and guides my hand down to her center. My pulse quickens as I feel the heat from her core through her thin shorts. Her breath hitches at the contact, and I search to feel her clit. I find it and start moving my hand. Her hips match my rhythm, and she lifts her leg to give me better access.
“I can feel how wet you are through your shorts. Fuck.”
I keep my motions steady until she takes my hand again and guides it to the waistband of her shorts. “I want your fingers.”
I feel like my dick is going to bust through my joggers. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Mel.” My voice is strained, almost desperate.
I slip my hand down and slide a finger in. “You are absolutely soaked. You want to come that badly?”
I slide out and circle her clit, her breaths coming sharp and fast. “So bad. Fuck me with your fingers. Please.”
“So needy.” I kiss her neck, making my way to her jaw. “You have no idea how much I like it when you need me.”
She grabs my shoulder and brings her forehead to my neck. My fingers move at a steady cadence when I feel her lips right below my ear. She works her way down my neck, kissing and licking. Then I feel her sucking and nipping along my collarbone. I feel like every nerve-ending in my body is on fire.
My hips start rocking with hers, and she brings her leg between mine, moving her thigh against my dick. I reach under her ass, moving her shorts to the side and inserting two fingers.
I’m humping her thigh and she’s riding my fingers, and holy shit, I want to fuck her. It’s been so long. The feel of her wet pussy around my fingers, the scent of her arousal, the noises coming from her, my name on her lips, has me ready to explode.
“You’re so hard.”
“Keep moving your hips. Don’t stop until that pussy claims my fingers.”
Her breaths are warm against my skin, and I feel my balls tighten. “Be the good girl I know you can be and fuck my hand. Give me what I want, Melonie.”
I place my thumb on her clit, and she gasps. Her nails dig deeper into my skin. I pray she marks me. I want to see the evidence of this experience in the morning.
I feel her begin to writhe beside me, feel her tighten around my fingers. “Yes, Linc!”
Her orgasm drenches my hand, and that sends me over the edge. “Fuck, Mel.”
