The groan that came from Jared undid me. Heat curled deep in my core, and I spread my knees to let him nestle between them, loving the weight of his hips against mine.
He lifted his torso off, brows drawn. “I don’t want to crush the baby.”
I grinned. “Guess I’ll be on top.”
Jared huffed, then shuffled down, dragging my sweatpants with him. “First, this,” he said as he put his mouth to my core.
I arched on the bed, a gasp escaping my lips. I shoved my fingers through his hair and ground on his lips as Jared groaned, spreading my legs wide so he could feast on me properly.
I came just a few moments after he put his fingers inside me, a bright, intense orgasm that left me panting. Then a frantic energy captured us both, and articles of clothing were flying across the room as we rushed to get naked. I straddled Jared’s hips and placed my palms on his bare chest, unable to stop smiling down at him.
Happiness fizzed in my veins, ramping my need for him higher. His hands bracketed my hips, thumbs stroking the edge of my bump.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, eyes on mine for a moment before they dropped to my breasts, my stomach. His hands stroked up my sides, exploring the new curves of my body, and I believed him. I felt beautiful in my changing body. I loved the way he stroked the new contours of it, the shape of my stomach, my swollen breasts.
Impatience nipped at me, even though I could tell Jared would be happy to stroke my skin for an eternity. I lifted myself up and reached between us, stroking the hard length of him. He groaned, hands squeezing on my breasts as I lined his cock up with my entrance.
“Iris-“
I dropped myself down onto him and rocked. Jared gasped, eyes flying open, hands dropping to my hips. Pleasure splintered through me at the feel of him inside me, skin to skin, the length of him stretching me deliciously.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, one hand clamping on my hip while the other slid to my stomach. I expected him to reach for my clit, but he kept his hand on my bump, stroking softly while his hips rolled into mine. Our movements became deeper, more languid, and I leaned forward to prop my hands on his chest.
“I love you,” he said, happiness suffusing his features. “I love you so much. Love your body. Love the baby you’re growing for us. Love the life we’ll have together.” With every sentence, he thrust up from under me a little deeper, until I whined and gasped atop him, clinging to his shoulders as heat wound deep in my core.
“Jared,” I gasped, grinding my hips into his.
“Ride my cock, gorgeous,” he commanded. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”
Powerless to resist the order, I rode him until pleasure drenched me from head to toe, until I trembled with the need to come, until his sweet words of love and praise ran together in my head and all I heard was my own thundering heart.
Then Jared’s hand reached between us, and he found that bundle of nerves so desperate for his touch. I came with a cry, riding the man I loved, while he told me how amazing I felt and how beautiful I looked doing it. He groaned, and I opened my eyes to see a desperation enter his eyes. I was still coming down from my orgasm as another wave of lust crashed through me.
It was the look on his face that did it. The craving-for me. His hands moved over my hips to stroke my ass, then he was lifting me off his hips and placing me down on my hands and knees. His movements were rough, but he supported me until I was steady.
“Need you,” he said, kneeling behind me, his hand dipping between my legs to feel me. I whined as I backed into his touch, shivering as he let his fingers slide up higher to tease my rear. “I want your ass, Iris. I want all of you. Want you to be mine.”
It wasn’t what I expected, but it sent a dart of excitement through me. We’d hinted at this. It had excited me before, in the heat of the moment. And now…
My heart thundered, and I pointed to the nightstand. “Lube.”
His breaths were harsh as he tore the top drawer open, pulling out a squeeze tube of lube. He coated his fingers and brought them to my crack, and I jumped at the coldness of them. His other hand made soothing strokes over my hip and flank, and he slid a finger inside me.
“You look so good like this, Iris,” he said, voice a bare rasp. His finger stroked me, in and out, and I grunted, fingers curling into my sheets. “Relax, baby. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered.
“You still good?”
“Yes.”
He added more lube-and another finger. His free hand dipped between my legs to tease my clit, and my thighs began to tremble. I let out an unfamiliar, keening noise, hips backing into his touch as my body craved more. I wanted to share this with him. Wanted to know what it was like. Wanted to break every barrier that could exist between us, tie us together forever.
His fingers scissored and stretched until I begged him for more. Then he was there, his cock covered in lubricant, the head of it intruding against me.
“Okay, gorgeous?” he said, his voice quiet-belying the tension I could feel emanating from him.
“Yes,” I replied on a pant.
Then he was there, pushing into me, and the stretch became intense. But Jared was slow, soothing me when I tensed up, praising me when I took him deeper. Our bodies were slick with lube and sweat and my own arousal. With every inch of his cock that entered me, I felt a little more tension release. It felt good. Pleasure began to fizzle in my veins, dark and intense. When he finally seated himself inside me, I let out a huff of breath and glanced over my shoulder.
His eyes were dark as they met mine. The muscles of his neck were stark as he held my hips, stroking me gently, moving his hips a fraction of an inch to get me used to the movement.
Then, despite the intensity of the moment, his lips split into a wide smile. “I love you so much,” he told me, and he began to move in earnest.
Maybe it was his words that started me flying over the edge, or the way he reached around to play with my clit. Or maybe it was the intrusion in my ass, the stretch and pleasure of feeling him there. Whatever it was, it didn’t take long for me to bury my face in my pillow to muffle my screams, body trembling as I received him. I came harder than I thought possible, pleasure blinding me as it splintered through me. Distantly, I heard Jared let out a rough grunt, his movements becoming jagged. When he joined me at the peak, his release hot inside me, another wave of pleasure ran through me.
It was the single most erotic, intense experience of my life. I collapsed on my side as he eased out of me, and the bed dipped for a moment as he disappeared. I heard the shower run for a few moments, and then Jared returned with a washcloth. He wiped the mess between my legs with gentle strokes, meeting my gaze when he was done. His eyes were bright, his cheeks red.
What undid me, though-what made it all finally feel real-was the gentle, feather-light touch of Jared’s lips to my forehead. He set the washcloth aside, and I closed my eyes and snuggled into him with a smile on my lips and hope anchoring itself in my heart.
There’d be more time for talking later, when my heartbeat was back to normal. For now, I pressed my skin against Jared’s and let myself settle into the knowledge that I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. This was the real deal. True love. The two of us together-forever.
Jared’s POV
I’d realized something when I woke up next to Iris the following morning: begging her for forgiveness had only been the beginning. There were so many areas of my life where I’d pushed myself to be better, to be more, to make more money, to grow the business…all because there was something lacking within myself.
That’s how I ended up meeting Wilbur Monk for lunch that day.
He shook my hand with a violent pump of his arm. “What’s the emergency, Branson? It’s not often you ask for a same-day meeting. Is everything okay with our first campaign?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.