Page 34 of Hampton Holiday Collective
“You.”
“Again?” he teases, toying with the hem of my sleep shorts and tickling the skin of my inner thighs.
With a huff, I try to shift away. But he’s too strong, and I’m too large and slow. “Not if you’re going to have an attitude about it,” I grunt, annoyed that I can’t just roll out of his hold.
He chuckles into my hair, his warm breath inspiring goosebumps down one side of my body.
“You know I’ll give you what you want whenever you want it. I just need to up my hydration game to keep up with you.”
“Forget it,” I gripe, wiggling again in an attempt to escape. “I’m miserable no matter what. Sex at least takes my mind off how enormous I am and how awful I feel. But if you’re not up for it—”
He cuts me off with a growl and rises to his knees, shimmying my sleep shorts down my legs as he goes and tossing them to the floor.
That’s more like it.
“I never said I wasn’t up for it,” he rebukes before spitting into his hand and slapping my pussy, the sound sharp in the quiet of the night.
I jolt in surprise, then melt into the mattress as arousal coats every one of my nerve endings. Moisture seeps out of me from that single movement alone, and suddenly, my back doesn’t hurt, nor am I annoyed about my pregnancy insomnia.
I wiggle my ass suggestively, hoping he’ll do it again.
He teases his fingertips through my pussy—featherlight touches I can barely feel that inspire instantaneous kitty flutters. Then he lifts his hand and slaps me again, this time focusing his aim on my swollen, needy clit.
Physically, I go soft, completely pliant and desperate for his touch. But I still manage to lift my head and cock one eyebrow in challenge, attempting to heave myself onto my back and push him away in fake protest.
Dempsey doubles down then, probably catching on to my intention. He holds my legs together and pushes my knees forward, exposing my pussy and lining himself up at my entrance. “I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you if you don’t stay still and let me put it in,” he warns.
He spits again, fists his cock, then thrusts inside me in one fluid motion, burying himself to the hilt.
Fuckity fuck. That’s more like it.
I can’t hold back the satisfied whimper once he’s fully seated inside me. I’m not usually a pillow princess, but this side angle is one of the few positions that lets him go deep while hitting right where I need him most.
But instead of thrusting like I’m so eager for him to do, he holds himself still, deep inside me. He grabs my chin, tilting my face up until I have no choice but to stare into his eyes. “You did that on purpose,” he accuses.
I smile like the Cheshire cat. I did. But I’m not about to admit I went full brat mode just to get him to fuck me again. “I promise younothingabout how I feel right now is on purpose. I can’t be held accountable for my actions in this state.”
He shakes his head and thrusts deeper, forcing a moan from my lips so loud it fills the room. “Don’t try to lawyer me, Ms. Wheeler.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mr. Haas.”
He groans and repositions himself, lifting my legs slightly so he can sink even deeper. “Okay?” he confirms, conscientious, as always, about how I feel and what’s best for the babies.
“More than okay, Dem,” I grit out impatiently.
His concern is admirable. But sex is one of the few activities that truly allows me to get lost in the moment. I want to feel like myself right now. And I need my husband to remind me thatthis—what we share, and how our bodies come together in perfect fucking harmony—won’t change.
“Hey, Dem?” I murmur, a new idea coming to mind.
He stills his hips and meets my gaze.
“Will you try to make me come by sucking on my tits?” I ask sweetly.
His eyes go wide at the plea, flaring with heat and shifting dark blue. My man loves a challenge, and he’s brought me to orgasm twice over the last few months just by lavishing my sensitive nipples. I can practically see when the idea takes root in his mind and his decision is made.
“I’ll do you one better, princess. Two better, if we’re keeping track. First, I’m going to make you come all over my cock just like this. Then I’m going to lap at your clit until you unravel. For your third orgasm, I’ll suck on your tits until your pussy squirts and soaks these sheets.”
I whimper, pulsing involuntarily at his delicious and oh-so-descriptive dirty talk.