I snorted. There’d be plenty of people getting a glimpse when I breastfed, but whatever.
Ooohh. My eyelids peeled back as he licked around one sensitive nipple before pulling it into the warmth of his mouth. The sensation shot straight to my womb like the two were connected by a tightrope. That was something new.
There were some advantages to being a human incubator.Like orgasms. My orgasms were definitely stronger. And hello multiples. I bit my lip and gripped Ben’s hair, just thinking about what was to come. And I did mean come. This man could rocket me to the stars with a puff of his breath.
I writhed at the scratch of his stubble on my nipples. He didn’t seem to notice as he was preoccupied with a face full of titties. He hadn’t taken a breath in a while. I worried that he might asphyxiate before this really got going.
The baby landed a few more elbows to my intestines. I figured it was his version of banging on the bedroom door to ask what we were up to. Or maybe to tell us to be quiet ’cause he wanted to sleep. Junior was gonna have to learn fast that life wouldn’t always revolve around him. Mummies and daddies needed their plaaayyy tiiimme. Hoooly mother f—
Hips surging forward, my wayward thoughts pulled back into line as Ben started stroking my centre.
Lifting his head, he watched me as he licked my slickness from his fingers. “You’re dripping.”
With a groan, my lids fluttered and my pussy clenched. This man. He knew every way to make me crazy. I was so bloody lucky. “When are you gonna get naked? I want you, skin on skin. Now.”
“At your service.”
“You’d better believe it, Daddy.”
He stood, peeling off his shirt and unbuttoning his shorts as I stared with my tongue hanging out.
“Wait!”
Hands gripping the waistband of his pants, he raised his brows at me.
“Do this part slowly. I want the full strip-show experience.”
My core pulsed at the display of muscles and the tease of his unbuttoned shorts, his tan line peeking just above the zipper. He was insanely beautiful, extraordinarily so, and I wasn’t just talking about on the outside. Truth was, he’d still turn me on if he had a dad bod.
“Do that thing you do with your hips.”
His face split wide with a grin. “You mean this?” He circled his hips like he was grinding the finest coffee and eased the waistband down another inch. Hello, end of the rainbow. Or end of the snail trail, more specifically. Another inch and I’d get a glimpse of his baby-maker.
I sang the chorus of “Pony” by Ginuwine as Ben slid closer and his shorts dropped a bit more. He spun away, showing me his half-bare arse before he shimmied side to side. Yeah, baby, shake it. With a thrust of his arms, his pants and jocks were at his feet. He peered over his shoulder at me as he clenched and relaxed his butt cheeks in a comical dance.
Giggling, I reached out to grab a handful, but he stepped beyond my reach. Slowly, he turned and my mouth parted at the sight of him naked with his cock in hand.
Dayum. This was exactly why I was the size of a house right now. He only had to pull it out and I was ready to come. Now I had Monifah singing in my head. Yes, I wanted to touch it.
“You know I can barely move, so you’d better bring yourself over here before I cry.”
His smile vanished. “Cry? What?”
“Ben, give me your dick. I need it now.” Sometimes men needed it spelled out for them. Jeez.
He scooped his arms under me and rolled me so I faced the back of the couch. Lifting my hair off my neck, he feathered kisses from my ear to my shoulder. Shivers chased the trail his lips made over my skin. One of his hands found its way to my breast before tugging and pinching the nipple as he crouched behind me. I dragged in a lungful of air when the tip of his penis slid through my folds, stoking my desire for him to painful levels. My breath quickened, sweat beading on my brow.
“Ben.” Don’t be a tease.
I didn’t need to say another word. His shaft slid inside, stretching and massaging the walls of my core. I groaned.
He growled in my ear, “You’re squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck. I need to go slow.”
I gritted my teeth. He was going to torture me. Arseho—
Before I knew what he was doing, my right leg was propped up on the back of the couch and his fingers were playing my clit like a cello. Plucking and pinching, sliding and flicking. I exploded. I screamed so loud there was no way the neighbours didn’t hear, even over the rain. Did I give a shit? Hell to the no. Ecstasy gripped my body, seizing my nervous system and heightening my awareness of everywhere Ben and I touched.
I slowly came back into my body. Or somewhere just above it because his fingers were still right on the button—barely moving—but still, the anticipation prevented me from landing fully.
His teeth nipped at the shell of my ear before he whispered, “One.”
Holy shit.
Grunting, he pulled out. My lip popped in a pout.
