When she’s fully nude, I spread my legs wide and hold out my arms, inviting her back into my lap. I smooth my hands over her body, warming her up as I figure out what I want to do next.
Maybe I’ll do nothing. Just hold her like this and let the anticipation build, before I carry her upstairs and spread her out on our bed.
“May I ask you a question, Sir?”
I smile at her unnecessary, but arousing, deference. “Of course, Sprite.”
“Are you worried about hurting me?”
“No.” I kiss the side of her head. “I know you’re strong.”
“Okay.” She eases into my embrace and I stroke her back, her side, her hip and onto the flanks of her thighs. I squeeze her flesh and hold it, and as she starts to tremble—being so good, and holding so still for me—I reward her with light taps. Stinging, ouchy little slaps that make her skin pink.
I think back to my conversation with Max—and how this might change as our baby grows inside her. I imagine her belly curving between us now, and slap the outside of her thigh a bit harder.
Her leg shakes from the effort of staying put. I pat her skin. “You can put that one down if you want.”
She whimpers as she drops her foot to the floor, spreading her thighs. “You just want to mark up the insides of my legs.”
I sweep my hand up to her slippery pussy and graze my thumb over her clit, making her jump. “You want me to do that, too.”
“Mmm.”
Yeah, I’m going to have no problem making her happy when she’s big and round. I slap the inside of her thigh, then squeeze that same spot. She moans and shudders, and I cover her mouth as I manhandle her into a new position—her back to my front, her ass riding the obscene bulge straining at the front of my jeans. “Shhh,” I whisper. “Be good.”
That gets another shudder and a nod.
I spread her legs on either side of my thighs and press them wide open with my knees. I touch her more deftly now, plucking and tugging at her nipples, pinching at her inner thighs, and grazing her clit every so often in a random pattern that drives her crazy—and makes her soaking wet, too.
When she’s squirming and unable to stay still any longer, I press one hand wide across the lower swell of her belly and I nip at her earlobe. “This is how I want to celebrate,” I growl. “Fucking you just like this. Are you ready?”
She gives me an eager, happy head bobble, and I push her forward. She braces her hands on my knees as I unzip, then she sinks backwards onto my cock.
Her tight warmth is home to me. It’s torturous perfection, and I want to slam into her. Are you worried about hurting me? Maybe I am a little, because I hold back.
But she’s having none of that. She swivels her hips, sinking lower on my cock with each thrust she welcomes into her body, until I’m fully seated inside her.
She twists her upper body, sliding me a lusty look over her shoulder. Her hair tumbles loose down her back. Lady Godiva would have paled in comparison to my Sprite. “I’m okay,” she whispers. “You can take me like this.”
I groan and flex my hips, driving into her.
She bounces from the effort, and squeezes my thighs with her hands before rolling her body. Again, the message is clear. Fuck me harder.
I squeeze her hips and do just that. She sets the pace, until she gets shaky, and then I take over. I give her terse commands to touch herself. First her breasts, then her belly, and finally I give her permission to rub her clit. I imagine it all swollen and hard as I fuck into her clutching pussy, and as she tightens up, I follow her. We come together in a shuddering climax that goes on and on with rippling after shocks.
“Oh…” she breathes, then murmurs my name as I catch her and ease her back against my body.
“I’ve got you,” I say, my own voice rough and gravelly.
My cock softens and slips from her body, and she twists into my lap again.
I wind my fingers into her hair and squeeze her tight.
My bride.
My wife.
And now the mother of my child.
THE END
This story runs parallel to the events in Full Mountie, book #3, in the Frisky Beavers series. You can find links to all the novels in the series at www.friskybeavers.com!
Also by Sadie Haller
If you like kinky classical musicians…
Dominant Cord
One Gold Heart
One Gold Knot
One Gold Triquetra
If you like kinky rock stars…
Tainted Pearl
Tainted Shadow
If you like some kink with your politics…
Power Brokers
Chief of Perversion
To connect with Sadie:
www.sadiehaller.com
Also by Ainsley Booth
If you like intense, off-limits book boyfriends…
Forbidden Bodyguards
Hate F*@k
Booty Call
Dirty Love
Wicked Sin
Filthy Liar
If you like silly, sexy, over the top fairy tale romances…
Billionaire Secrets
Personal Delivery
Personal Escort
Personal Disaster
And if you like the Canadian fun of this series, check out Ainsley’s alter-ego Zoe York, who writes sexy small town Canadian romances.
To connect with Ainsley:
www.ainsleybooth.com
Copyright
Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller, 2017
All rights reserved
First published in webform
This ebook edition, 2019
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