by Penny Wylder
Bryce enters my throat, all the way down, and he leans over me. He’s tall enough that he can easily reach my pussy, and when his mouth crashes down on my clit I groan around his cock, and reach for him. He catches my hands and pins them to my sides, thrusting deep into my mouth as he pleasures me. It’s disorienting and glorious and it makes me lose myself in that way that I love when I’m with him.
Pulling back, he gives me a chance to breathe before he takes my throat again, plunging in just as he would if he were fucking my pussy. I love it. His tongue is on my clit, the feeling of him sucking up-side down new and weird and so, so good.
I’m trapped by his hands and his cock and his mouth, and I love the sensation of drawing in pleasure. I can’t do anything about it, and I don’t want to do anything about it. We’re together. Forever. And he’ll always be mine. After all this time, that knowledge settles in me, and I feel in my gut that it’s real. There’s no question.
Pleasure explodes through me, rising hard and fast under Bryce’s tongue. I’m shaking, the lack of breath from his cock in my throat making the sensations rolling through me that much more intense.
He pulls back one more time, and I gasp for air. “You make me feel like a teenager, Katti. I’m not going to last.”
“Then don’t,” I say, a second before his cock is in my mouth again, voice hoarse.
He doesn’t stop. Thrusting deep, he cries out as he spills himself into me, thrilling heat and flavor pouring into my mouth. I savor every second of it. God, I love this. I’d let him fuck my throat again just to hear that pleasure in his voice and to taste his cum again.
But Bryce has other ideas. He swings up onto the bed over me, pulling me to him so I’m no longer hanging off, and plunges straight into my pussy. I scream. It’s so good. Delicious and invasive and deep. He’s not wearing anything and it makes his cock feel larger. Hotter. Perfect. “You’re mine, Katti,” he says. “And I’m yours.”
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
“I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it,” Bryce says. “But I want to hear it from you now.”
He thrusts in again, and I gasp, fire fizzling through my limbs. “I’m yours,” I say.
“Again.”
“I’m yours.” This time my voice is louder.
Bryce scoops his arms under my body so he can cradle my head with his hands while he takes me. “Keep saying it, baby. By the time you come you’re going to believe it.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” I say in time with his thrusts, wrapping my arms around him. The words come out in a ceaseless stream as the pleasure builds, and my voice fades away to nothing but a whisper as he drives home again and again.
“Yes, Katti.”
“I’m yours,” I say. “I’m yours.”
He reaches between us, finding my clit, and the brush of his thumb over it is enough to send me over the edge, screaming the words he gave to me. I can’t breathe, can’t see, can only feel the sharp knife of pleasure. He’s right. I do believe it. I’m his. Completely. Entirely.
He backs up, leans down to kiss my stomach. “Are you ready?”
“You didn’t come.”
“I’m going to put my cum in your ass, baby. You’re going to be mine in every way today.”
I shudder. “Okay.”
He’s gone for a second, and when he comes back, he has a tiny bottle of lube in his hand, and I’m laughing. “Where on earth did you get that?”
“I brought it with me,” he says, smiling wickedly.
“Oh,” I say, pretending indignance. “So you just assumed that when you came over here that I would spread my legs for you and let you fuck my ass?”
He chuckles. “No. But I had a plan to make you mine again, and there was no way that I wasn’t going to be prepared for that.” Spreading the lube on his cock, he reaches down and spreads some on me too. It’s wet and cool, and very real. We’re going to do this.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be,” he says gently. “You’ve done this before.”
I shake my head. “No, not exactly. You know that.”
“You can take the toys, and you’ll take me. Eventually you’ll take all of me.” He leans down and kisses me firmly. “I can’t wait to make you come while I’m balls deep in your ass. Maybe I’ll shove a dildo inside you too so you’re stuffed to the brim.”
Just the idea makes me wet, and I make a sound of need. Bryce takes the opportunity. Pressing the head of his cock against the rose of my ass, I already feel short of breath. His cock is thick, and just him pressing in feels like too much to take. “Push back,” he says. “Breathe.”
I do, and he slips in, the head of his cock inside me with a silent pop. Already he feels impossibly big. Impossibly filling. “Oh, fuck,” I say.
“How do you feel?”
I shake my head, at a loss for words.
“Talk to me baby.”
“Full,” I say.
Bryce kisses me, teasing my lips apart so his tongue can dance with mine. “Are you in pain?”
“No.” I’m not. It feels strange and intimate. But it doesn’t hurt.
He moves, and I feel fuller as he sinks deeper. I can’t not moan—the sound is entirely involuntary. “You’re going to make me come with those sounds, Katti.”
“I can’t help it,” I say.
Bryce just laughs, shifting his hips so I take more. The sensation changes, suddenly lighting me up from the inside. Oh. Oh. I’ve never had anything this big, and the feeling of it is suddenly amazing. Like the beads on steroids. “More,” I say.
“Really?” he raises an eyebrow. “You’ve taken half of me already.”
Slowly, I move my knees so they’re framing his hips, and it’ easier for him to enter. “More.”
He gives it to me. I squeeze down on his cock, and he groans. “Fuck, Katti. I’m going to have to move in a second.”
Shoving my fingers into his hair, I grip it and guide his lips to mine. “Take me,” I say. “I’m yours.”
It breaks his resolve. I can tell that he’s trying to be gentle, rocking his hips. Pulling back and thrusting in in small increments. But I see stars. My pussy is soaking wet, my clit throbbing from the sensation of him in my ass. Letting my hands fall on his hips, I urge him harder. Faster. I need more.
Bryce is breathing hard, every muscle in his body taut as he moves. “You’re so tight,” he grits out. So I squeeze down on him, making it even tighter. “Fuck,” he says, thrusting harder.
My body is warmed up now, and I’m taking him more easily. He still feels too big, too much, but I like that sensation. I like how aware of his cock I am. I can feel every quiver and twitch, its heat lighting me up inside.
He uses his hand again, sliding between us and teasing my clit. Oh my god. The world is suddenly bright and shining. I’m so sensitive that I’m on the edge, just the delicate brush of his fingers is almost enough to send me over the edge. But not quite.
Until he slips two fingers into my pussy and curls them, thrusting directly into my G-spot. “Bryce, no,” I say.
“Yes,” he says, thrusting harder with both cock and fingers. “Come for me.”
He rubs my g-spot, flicking it and caressing it with those fingers before thrusting into me again. And when his thumb presses down on my clit—slick with my own juices—I break open
I’ve never had an orgasm like this before. The pleasure slices me open and remakes me as a new person. I think I black out for a second from the sheer pleasure. Falling, falling, falling through it. I can’t breathe. I just exist on a plane of ecstasy.
Breath shocks into my lungs as I hear and feel Bryce come. He shouts my name, loud in the pool house, and then heat spreads inside me. He’s the only person that I’ve done this with. The only person I’ll ever do this with, and it’s amazing to me. I wish I had given him every first. But I’m glad that we had this one together.
His forehead rests against mine in the afterm
ath, and he pulls out slowly before gathering me up and pulling me close on the bed. It’s the way we used to sleep, my back pressed to his chest, arm possessively around my ribs. It’s a good position. From here he can tease me all he likes—or lift my leg over his hip and fuck me, as he did more than once in the early morning.
“I love you,” he murmurs in my ear.
I tangle my fingers with his. “I love you too.”
His lips warm my neck, and I lean into his kiss. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“What is your sister going to say? She’s the one who thought it was disgusting.”
Bryce rolls me onto my back so he can see my face. “She hasn’t seen us together. And when she does, she’ll come around. She likes you, but she spoke without thinking. At first glance, to anyone else, what she says made sense. She’ll be fine. And if she isn’t, she and I will have a talk. Because you’re not going anywhere.”
He kisses me softly, and I let go of my worry. He’ll take care of it. It’ll be fine. We’re happy, and that’s all that matters. “Should we clean ourselves up so I can go see the baby?”
“Shower? With you? Absolutely.”
“I don’t think so,” I say, laughing. “You can shower in here. If we shower together, we’ll never make it to the hospital.”
He laughs, tracing his hand down my chest and between my breasts until his palm is on my stomach. “Have you thought about it?”
I have, but I’m going to make him specify. “What?”
“About what it will be like when we’re there. Showing off our baby.”
Placing my hand on top of his, I smile. “I have,” I say. “But one thing at a time.”
The baby is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baby that pretty, and I love the way it feels to hold her. She’s so new and precious. Fresh to the world. I’m going to enjoy being an aunt to this little one.
Bryce’s family, and Marcy especially, were surprised by our announcement. But the minute that Bryce made it clear that we were together, and planning to stay that way, she apologized for her words. I forgave her without a second thought.
By far though, the most gratifying part of it was that Jenna was there, and when Bryce told them, her jaw dropped open in shock and anger fell across her face. When I intentionally kissed him with tongue so that she could see, she didn’t like that either.
Too bad, I thought. He’s mine.
Bryce comes over to me at the window where I’m holding baby Isabelle. “She’s beautiful,” I tell him.
“Yes, she is.” But he’s not looking at the baby, he’s looking at me. And the love I see in his gaze makes every part of me ache. “You want to make one of those?” he asks.
I nod. “Absolutely. But I want some time to enjoy you first.”
He laughs softly. “That, Katti, I think I can do.”
Epilogue
Three Years Later
I cannot believe that I’m missing my own party. It’s so unfair.
Lying on my side in bed, I fight the dizziness and the nausea I’m feeling. It’ll pass soon, but I was really hoping that the morning sickness would be over by now. Most women only get the morning sickness for the first few months of a pregnancy. Well, I’m not most women because I’m seven months pregnant and still feel ill with shocking regularity.
I was just hoping that today it would be okay. It’s my baby shower, and all my friends and family are downstairs. All I want is for it to pass quickly so I can get back to them.
The last three years have been amazing, and everyone has completely dispelled my fears about what being with Bryce would be like. Just like Elle predicted, once people saw us together, they had no doubts about it. Even my dad—who had to have some time to adjust—has come around and agrees that we’re a perfect match.
The bookstore is doing so well that I was able to hire another employee just like mom wanted me to, and I promoted Elle to manager. I’m actually able to take some time off. Plus, it’s been good, learning to give up some of that control. And I’m glad that I have someone that I can trust to run things during these next few months while I’m busy. It’s a huge relief.
I stroke my hand over my stomach and feel for my wedding ring on the chain around my neck. I can’t wear it right now, with my swollen fingers, but I never take it off. I never want the symbol of our commitment very far away from me.
“Come on little one,” I tell the baby in my belly. “Settle down and let mama have her party, okay?”
She kicks in response. It is a girl, though we haven’t settled on a name. I can already tell that she’s going to be sassy. She responds to my voice and Bryce’s voice, and is very active. I just wish a little less active today.
“Your mom sent up a glass of water,” Bryce says as he comes into our bedroom. He sets it on the nightstand and sits down next to me. “Feeling better?”
I sigh. “Getting there. But not quite.”
“Well everyone understands, and don’t worry, nobody is going anywhere.”
“Still unfair,” I say, pouting.
Bryce grins down at me. “I bet that I can make you feel better.”
“Really? How?”
He stretches a hand across my hip, tucking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugging them down. “An orgasm or two never hurt anyone.”
“I don’t know. You don’t have to do that.”
Bryce insists that he doesn’t care about my pregnancy body, but that’s hard to believe. I look like an alien, and it’s impossible to see how that could be attractive. But he doesn’t stop. “I want to. If I could do nothing else but eat your pussy for the rest of my life, I would do it.”
I giggle. “That’s not true.”
“It is,” he insists, pulling down my panties and spreading my legs. “You’re better than fucking cookies, baby.”
Cookies is a huge deal. Bryce loves cookies. “I bet you would stop for a warm chocolate, oh—”
Bryce’s lips tease my clit, and he lets his tongue roam over me. He knows exactly what I like and how my body ticks now. He even learned the strange ways that pregnancy changed my arousal. He makes a sound like he’s eating a fucking cake. “God, you taste amazing. I bet if we bottled this we could make millions.”
I start laughing, or trying, between the gasps he’s bringing out of me. “You’re crazy. We are not bottling that.”
“Just for me then,” he murmurs. “The way I like it.”
My hands are fisted in the comforter, trying to hold on because he’s aiming for the orgasm that’s fast and bright, and not one of the ones that he can bring out of me long and slow time with his tongue. He licks into my pussy, plunging deep and fast. That ramps up the pleasure, spreading fire through my lower body and further. Yes.
Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he does that thing that I fucking love where he teases me inside while he flicks my clit with his tongue in fluttering strokes. It makes it so that I can’t breathe and can’t hold it back.
But that’s another thing that pregnancy changed—I can’t last. I have no ability to hold on to my orgasm or make it longer. When I need to come, it happens, which Bryce has been having far too much fun with.
He sucks down on my clit while thrusting three fingers into my G-spot, and I come. I bite my lip to hold in my cries, so that I don’t let everyone downstairs know that my husband’s face is between my thighs. But my mind is blissfully doused in pleasure, and I do feel better. Who knew that orgasms and the muscle contractions that come with them could be the cure to my nausea—something else we figured out together.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” I say.
“It’s my pleasure,” he says as he stands. “You’ll never know how much.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Actually, I think I can see how much,” I say, looking at his pants. He’s clearly hard, nearly bursting out of them. “You can’t go downstairs with a hard-on like that.”
“You’re right,” he sa
ys. “I can’t. Whatever will I do with it.” But before I can answer he’s up on the bed behind me, cupping my ass.
I’m laughing as he undoes his belt. “You knew it would lead to this, didn’t you?”
Bryce kisses my neck. “I would have eaten your delectable pussy no matter what. But do I savor every chance that I get to fuck my beautiful wife? Yes. Absolutely.”
He pulls my leg over his, entering me gently but firmly. Because of the size of my stomach, this is the most comfortable position for me. But I miss the weight of him above me, of being pressed into the mattress and pinned by his cock. That’s the first thing on my to-do list after the little one is born and I’m recovered: A long, slow, fucking session where Bryce does nothing but lay above me and take me as many times as he pleases.
But now, he slips into me easily. I’m wet from his attention, and he pushes in to the hilt. That’s a good thing about this position. It lets him fuck me deep—and if there’s one thing my husband loves, it’s me taking all of him. In whatever hole he’s interested in at that time.
His hands squeeze my breasts through my shirt, and I groan. Those are so sensitive now. I squeeze down on him in retaliation. “Naughty,” he murmurs in my ear.
“You like that.”
“I do,” he says. “You’re right.”
And then he fucks me, fierce, long strokes that hit me at my deepest core and send off fireworks. I close my eyes and lean back into him, holding onto his hand, trying to make it last longer, even for a moment. But the orgasm comes up hard and so fast that my head spins. “Fuck, Bryce.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, a little breathless, and pushes harder, which just makes me come again.
“Smartass.”
A sting of pain spreads across my skin as he spanks me. And again. “What else?”
I shake my head, unable to speak. He reaches around and takes my already sensitive clit between two fingers, stroking and rubbing and swirling, and his free hand covers my mouth just in time to muffle my scream. Fucking hell it feels amazing, like it’s too much and not enough, and I love that my husband knows me well enough to know that I can’t keep quiet even if I try.