Chapter 782
But then she stopped, her fingers froze, and the look of worry was clear on her face. The hesitation made me pause my exploration of her body as well, and I looked at her with concern.
“What is it?” I asked, my brows furrowing.
“It’s just… we hadn’t had sex in a while,” she said, nibbling her lower lip. “I was starting to think that maybe you weren’t attracted to me anymore.”
My eyes widened at the sudden realization. It’s not that I didn’t want to make love to my mate and future wife, we’ve just been so busy lately, and every time we tried to be intimate, we’d get interrupted. I had been just as frustrated as she was, and I hated that she was feeling as though I didn’t find her attractive anymore. I knew it had to do with the fact that she was pregnant.
She was self–conscious about her newly formed body, and I would be damned if I allowed her to think she was anything other than perfection.
I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, forcing her to straddle me so I could get a better view of her. Judy’s cheeks were flushed as I moved my hips, allowing her to feel exactly what she does to me. As soon as she felt my hard and very needy erection between her legs, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly.
She was desperate for me just as I was for her.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on,” I told her, my grip on her hips tightening. “Don’t ever doubt how much I want you.”
“Take this off, Gavin,” she said, tugging at my boxers. “Please.”
I loved the sound of her begging; it made me grin.
“As you wish, my love,” I said, lifting my hips so she could tug my boxers down my legs. I kicked them off once they were low enough, and my erection was free… hard and prominent against my belly, but free.
She wrapped her fingers around my cock, rubbing her thumb across the tip and using the precum as lube.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my eyes rolling back in my head at the feel of her hands wrapped around me. “That feels amazing.”
She smiled as she bent down, her lips wrapping around the head of my erection, sucking and teasing me with her tongue, tasting me… tasting what was hers. I let out a guttural groan.
Judy took me in deeper, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed me down expertly; the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her tongue were almost too much for me to handle. I thought I was going to bust until she pulled back, releasing me with a pop.
I looked at her with hooded eyes, unsure of what she was doing. But before I could protest,
she pulled her sleep shorts down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a freight train, making my wolf howl in the back of my head. She was incredible, and I wanted to taste her so bad. But she didn’t give me the chance before she was positioning my cock at her entrance and sinking down on top of me.
“Fuck,” I said again, my voice nothing more than a raspy whisper. My hold on her hips tightening into a
bruising hold… I was certain I would leave marks on her.
She lifted up and down, her eyes closing as she moved her hips, grinding herself against me and chasing her own pleasure as well as giving me mine. I could feel the intensity of my orgasm building, and I knew she was close too. She was so incredibly wet and warm. Her breathing grew heavier, and another moan escaped her as she continued to quicken her pace. Her breasts, which were becoming larger, bounced in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but capture one of her sensitive nipples in my mouth.
She ran her fingers through my hair, and I felt her core clench. She let out a gasp as an orgasm consumed her. As always, it was enough to trigger mine. I paused my movements, my hands tightening around her to keep her still as I exploded inside of my mate, marking her, once again, as mine.
When she collapsed on top of me, I peppered kisses along her face and neck, murmuring how much I loved her and how much I needed her.
We made love a few more times before we both finally fell asleep from exhaustion.
Sara is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.