I stepped out of them, and his lips captured mine in a kiss before he cupped my ass in his hands. The next thing I knew, he was lifting me in his arms and I was wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his erection brushing against my heat, and I let out a little mewl. In three strides he had us in front of the bed, and began to slowly lay me down onto it.
“Wait.” I said, catching my breath.
“What is it?”
“I need to be on top.”
He smirked. “You need to?”
“The baby!” I laughed.
“Oh!” He chuckled before rolling off of me, and onto his back.
I climbed over his strong body then, straddling him. His erection was only inches from my core, and I reached out to grasp it in my hands. I started to stroke him up and down slowly, watching his reaction. There was something about hearing a man moan, and knowing that you were the cause. It was a powerful feeling, and I relished in it.
He groaned as I continued to work his shaft. A bead of moisture glistened on his tip, and I leaned down to lick it away. He sucked in a breath, and I could feel myself growing wet with need. With every action I preformed, a reaction stirred within me. I was practically pulsing for him now, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Adjusting myself on his lap, I slowly guided his length inside of me. I moaned softly as I felt him fill me completely, and then I began to gently rock my hips. My hands were placed on his chest for leverage, and his were on my hips. My eyes were on his chest, spotting the unicorn tattoo he'd gotten for me. Whenever I seen it; it made me smile, but right now in this moment? It turned me on. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but every single inch of my skin was on fire and I knew that only he could put me out.
I felt his hands knead my hips, and then my ass as he began to help me keep pace. With every pull, I could feel him deeper and deeper inside of me until he was stroking my g spot. I cried out, and he continued to guide me until I was so caught up in the sensations that I forgot how to breathe.
I gasped, closing my eyes and tossing my head back. I could no longer think coherently. The only thing I was focused on was reaching my impending orgasm. An orgasm that I knew was going to shoot through my body and make my toes tingle.
“Owen!” I called out, and he reached up to place his finger over my lips.
I nodded, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my head as he arched his hips to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Oh, God!” I whispered. “Yes!”
It wasn't long before I was riding my orgasm out in waves. My pussy clenching around his erection, milking him as he came along with me. I whimpered, when I felt him burst inside of me. The force sending shivers up my spine. My legs were shaking, and he smirked up at me with hooded eyes.
“Look at that.” Owen chuckled, as he looked towards the end table. “We've still got a minute to spare.”
“Don't you dare.” I giggled, as I tried to scramble away from him.
He stopped me before I could get too far and rolled onto his side, effectively locking his arms around me.
“Owen!” I squealed. “We need to get dressed!”
He kissed the crook of my neck, then just under my ear.
“I can't wait to get you to Nashville so that I can have you all to myself.” He whispered.
“You've already got me.”
“Only for the next seven months.” He winked.
“Put some clothes on, the movers are here!” Morgan yelled from the living room.
I buried my head in his chest, and groaned.
“I hate to say I told you so.” I said, in a sing song voice.
“I really am going to miss her impeccable timing.” Owen said, sarcastically.
“You were warned.” I said, raising a brow.
“And you were simply irresistible.”
I shoved him in the chest playfully so that I could wriggle away from him, and he slapped me hard on my ass as I climbed out of the bed. I let out a little yelp, and he chuckled before rolling off the other side in search of his clothes.
“Unicorn?” He asked, before wrapping himself in the towel he'd discarded. “Have you seen my clothes?”
I had just pulled my shirt over my head, and began to work on my panties when I stopped dead in my tracks glancing around the room.
“Oops.” I said, biting my bottom lip.
“Oops?” He asked.
“Morgan may have tossed them into one of the boxes.”
He quickly scanned the room, soon realizing that not once stitch of clothing had been left un-packed.
“Don't worry, I'll find them.” I said, as I tucked my tank top into my shorts. “Pregnancy brain has me all over the place, and then I saw you standing there in that towel and well... pregnancy hormones took over.”
“So basically anything that goes wrong from here til the baby is born?”
I nodded. “Blaming it on the pregnancy.”
I pulled the tape from three boxes before I found Owen's clothing sitting folded neatly on top of the last one. I tossed them to him, and he quickly disappeared into the bathroom while I went out to meet the movers. Fortunately, Morgan was keeping them busy for me by showing them the new lingerie she designed. The lingerie that she was wearing.
“Ahem.” I said, and the men quickly averted their eyes.
“Good morning.” One of the men said, extending his hand. “I'm Shawn, and this is Joe. Just point us in the right direction, and we'll get to work.”
Morgan stuck out her bottom lip, before stepping back into her dress.
“Buzz kill.” She said, just under her breath.
I rolled my eyes, before turning my attention
