“You.”She pushed her hips back against him again.
Hex didn’t even bother to keep his cock from stiffening.He wanted her too, anyway she would let him have her.
Hex let his fingers play over the smooth, silky skin of her belly, wondering for a moment what it would feel like once she the baby was bigger and she was swollen with his child.
He played his fingers upward until he reached the bottom of her breasts.
“How tender are you tonight?Do you want me to touch them?He smoothed his thumb along the bottom curve of each breath, gently teasing her until he knew what she was up to tonight.
“Not too bad.Play with them.”
He let his hand move up to cup one breast, then the other.Hex kept his touch light because he’d learned that if he didn’t cross the line into pain, she’d let him play, but as soon as it hurt she would have him stop and the line where it hurt moved from day to day, hour to hour.He’d never complain though, because he knew she couldn’t help it.If he had his way, they’d have a lifetime together, he could be patient.
His hands continued to play over her tits.Teasing, squeezing, and gently kneading the round globes as his fingers tweaked and rolled her nipples, wishing for a moment he could suck on them but that wasn’t possible with her back to him.Hex wondered if she’d let him bring a few toys to bed with them.
Elle groaned, his whole body going tense for several seconds, then she relaxed again before wiggling her ass back against his cock.
“Did you just come?From me playing with your tits?”
A delicious, satisfied sound came from her throat.
“Yeah, but I need more.”Her ass moved against him again.
“You need more?What more do you need, sugar?”
“You.”Her voice was thick and breathy with need.
“You’ve got me.”He pinched her nipple, making her body go tense once more.
“Oh god.That feels so good, but I need you inside me.I need you.I feel so empty.”
His erection rested along the seam of her ass and every time she rocked her hips, she slid up and down it, as if she were stroking him.
“How do you want it, sugar.You want sweet and loving, or hard and rough?I’ll give you whatever you need.”
“Hard.”Her breathing sped as they talked.“I want you to take me just like this.I want to feel you pounding into me.I want bruises on my hips from where you held on to fuck me harder.”
“Your wish is my command.”He shifted himself so he lined up with her core.When he felt her opening, and the slick heat leaking from her, he gripped her hips and shoved hard.
Elle cried out.
Hex froze.“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”Her breath came in short gasps.“Don’t stop.It feels so good.”
Hex took her at her word, he gripped her hips, slid most of the way out and thrust again.She cried out again, her hand going to his wrist where she held on tight, but didn’t try to stop him.He didn’t stop to check on her again as he thrust hard and deep, eliciting a cry from her with every thrust.
Every sound she made drove him farther, he felt her tense, her body clenched around him and he continued to push through.After a moment she relaxed, at least marginally, then a few moments later she did it again.Elle said she wanted hard, so he would give it to her.He lost himself in the rhythm, the sounds of her pleasure pushing him to go harder, faster.
He lost track of how many times she’d come, but when the burning started at the base of his spine, letting him know he was close, he didn’t bother to try to hold back.He spilled himself into her, enjoying the knowledge that she was his.He wrapped his arms around Elle and held her close.
“Thank you,” her whispered words registered.
He wanted to tell her she didn’t have to thank him, not for that, ever, but he fell asleep before he could form the words.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Elizabethpaddedbarefootthroughthe house a few days later, heading for the kitchen.Kevin had been staying with her in the mornings, until after she’d been sick and recovered.Usually until after she’d fed them.But someone had called a few minutes before and he’d left to take care of something, but she had been more concerned with getting her stomach to settle to pay much attention to something that probably wouldn’t matter to her.