Playing with Mr. Grant - Page 184

His words are my undoing and I come hard, arching up beneath him. He slams my body back to the ground as he bears down onto me, his hand curled around my throat so he can kiss me through my orgasm. I cry out against his mouth as he hits the angle that always sends me spinning, and I tumble into another deep orgasm, my body squeezing him in desperate pulses.

“Fuck, Ava.”

He grunts as he comes long and hard, spilling inside me. His thrusts slow but stay hard and deep as heempties himself inside me, his thumb stroking the column of my neck.

He leans down and captures my lips in a lingering kiss. “My wife.”

He lets go of my neck and places it between our bodies and onto my stomach. “Our baby,” he rasps. “You’re both my fucking world.”

I look up at him, the breath returning to my body as every inch of my skin tingles with energy.

“They’re going to have the most amazing daddy,” I whisper with a smile.

He shakes his head and pulls out, before moving down my body and pressing a kiss to my stomach.

“The strongest mummy,” he murmurs against my skin, his eyes fixed on mine.

He slides lower and lifts my legs, placing them over his shoulders one by one. Then he drags his tongue over me, his eyelids hooding with an appreciative groan as he drinks up our combined taste.

“We should get back,” I say, stroking my fingers through his hair.

“In a minute.”

“Jet,” I murmur.

My protest only spurs him on, and he starts to lick, suck, and tease me with his mouth.

“I’ve got all I need here, Firefly.”

He flattens his palm over my stomach and holds my eyes as he slides his tongue up inside me. He circles it around, dragging it out and swallowing with a curse.

“You sure? You don’t need time to think about it?” I hum, watching the way his eyes darken as he swallows his own cum mixed with mine. I’ve never seen anything hotter.

“Don’t fucking play with me, Ava,” he warns, sliding two fingers inside me as his hand strokes my stomach protectively.

I moan at how good both feel.

Our guests won’t miss us for a little longer.

“Husband?” I whisper.

“Wife?”

I grip his hair and pull him into me more.

“I’ll never get tired of playing with you.”

I feel his sharp intake of air against me before he slowly releases it over my clit, making me shudder.

“And I won’t ever let you,” he says in a low gravelly husk.

“Now either come on my tongue, or I’ll spank you so hard you’ll spend the first year of our marriage unable to sit.”

Laughing, I part my thighs wider.

“Sounds like my kind of game. Let’s play, Mr. Grant.”

The End.