Page 106 of Wild Pitch
I shrugged, and Luc’s hand snaked behind me, releasing the clasp. As soon as it opened, my breasts dropped, and his mouth was on mine again. He cupped one breast in his hand, rolling his thumb over my nipple. I arched into his hand. Surprised at how sensitive I was. I had been sore throughout the first trimester, and now, outside of the heaviness, that was gone.
I tore my mouth from his.
“I’ve had trouble—I can finish, but I’m never satisfied.”
He groaned and reached for the zipper on my jeans. I lifted my hips, eager for him to get the stiff fabric out of the way.
“You’ll let me know if I hurt you?”
I nodded as my jeans hit the floor, followed by my panties. His hand landed possessively on my belly, and he placed a kiss there before his thumb found my clit, and two fingers easily slipped inside me.
“Shit, you’re soaked, aren’t you, baby?”
“Hmm.”
I pressed my hips into his hand, rocking against him, desperate for some friction. He watched as I bucked against him, giving me what I needed as I quickly came all over his fingers. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, still needy, and my hips still moving, seeking relief.
He lifted me off the counter and carried me upstairs without breaking the connection.
“You weren’t kidding, baby. Let me take care of you.”
“Please.” My plea released on a sigh, and I relaxed, trusting Luc to leave me satisfied. I had missed how he took care of me, not just sexually, but with anything I needed when we were together.
When he set me on the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees, I let my legs fall open. I hadn’t trimmed my hair recently, but he didn’t care.
“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on having you up close and personal. I would have trimmed.”
“Kylie, I don’t care if you grow a full bush or wax everything off, as long as I get to taste you.”
He teased, running the tip of his nose up my inner thigh, and when his mouth dipped between my legs and he sucked my clit into it, my head dropped back, one hand grasping his hair, holding him to me as I ground my hips against him. His tongue flattened against me, and I cried out as I shattered on his face.
I pulled his face to mine, tasting myself on him.
“I need to feel you.”
Grabbing at his shirt, I tugged it out of his pants and reached for his belt. Our mouths separated only so I could pull his shirt over his head. He helped by kicking off his pants. He stood in front of me, my face at his waist, his erection strained in his black briefs.
My eyes met his as I slipped my fingers into his waistband, sliding his briefs over his hips. Grasping the base of his hard cock, I flicked my tongue right where I knew he was most sensitive.
“I love you, you know that?” I asked, and he swallowed hard, nodding as I took him deep in my throat. He rocked his hips intome, lips parted, breath hitching. I felt the power of his reaction, his cock in my mouth, and him unable to hide what it did to him.
He pulled out and pressed me back onto the bed, crawling over me. I spread my legs wide and wrapped them around his hips. His thick cock sliding along my clit, our hands met, and we both grabbed his shaft at the same time to notch him at my entrance.
“Kylie, eyes, baby.”
As he sank into me, his entire body shook over mine.
“Fuck. So fucking good.”
It came out as a plea. He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him so I could control the depth.
“You aren’t going to hurt me.”
At my last appointment, I had asked if sex could hurt the baby. The answer was no. Unless there were other issues, we were free and clear. If he had rolled onto his back to protect me, I needed him to know it was unnecessary.
“I know. I want to watch you.”
My hand cupped his jaw, thumb rubbing the stubble on his chin. His lips were swollen from a combination of our kisses and when he went down on me.
