One Last Sin, Page 9
Georgia Cates
And I do, barely a second after putting my hands on the sides of her face and pulling her mouth off my cock.
That was close. Another second and I think I would have gotten off in her mouth. “I’m sorry. I should have had you to stop sooner.” But it felt so damn good.
“One of these days I’m not going to quit when you tell me to.” I don’t want that and she needs to understand why.
I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re my wife. You’ll use this mouth to kiss our children. It’s not a receptacle for that.”
She kisses the pad of my finger. “I don’t like that other women have done pleasurable things for you that I haven’t. It bothers me.”
I’d like to tell her that no woman has ever been dear to my heart because she let me come in her mouth, but I’m certain that won’t go over well. “I set you apart because I hold you in a different regard than other women. You’re very special to me and this is one way I treat you as such.”
Bonny will never be just another woman to me. She’s my life. My love. My heart. My everything. Always.
Chapter Nine
Bleu Breckenridge
It’s been five weeks since my threatened miscarriage. Dr. Kerr assures us the danger of losing the babies to what he calls a marginal abruption has passed. The placenta has grown over the tear as he predicted. Everything appears normal on ultrasound and growing right on schedule.
I’ve had weekly scans for more than a month so we’re watching our babies grow and develop from one week to the next. Without doubt, it is one of the most surreal moments of my life. “Oh my God. Look at that, Breck. They’ve grown so much.”
He’s glued to the screen. “It’s amazing how much they’ve changed in seven days. They look more like tiny humans instead of tadpoles.”
“Look at their tiny little hands and feet.” It’s unbelievable.
Sin gets up for a better look at the monitor. “Both look healthy?”
“Aye, from what I can tell. We should be able to determine their genders in a few weeks. Maybe not that long.”
We haven’t talked about finding out. “That seems really soon.”
“Ye’re slim so I’m able to see yer wee ones well.”
It seems like it would be so much more special to discover their genders in the delivery room when we meet them for the first time. “I’m not sure I want to know what they are. How do you feel about being surprised?”
“I assumed we would find out, so I haven’t considered the alternative,” Sin says.
“I think the element of surprise times two would be so much fun.”
“We have time to think it over.” I’m not sure Sin’s on board with me on this one.
“Dr. Kerr wants to see the results of the ultrasound before yer exam. I’ll dictate a report for him now and send it over as soon as possible so we can get ye out of here at a reasonable time. Leave yer bottoms off in case he needs to do a physical assessment.”
Ugh! I love coming to my appointments so I can see my babies but I hate the exam part. And I don’t think Sin is excited to see another man touch me that way, even if it is for medical reasons.
I slide up the exam table to get more comfortable while we wait.
“I think Dr. Grabby Hands enjoys seeing you without your knickers a little more than he should.”
“He has to check me to be sure everything is all right. It’s nothing more than a job to him. He probably gets tired of looking at vaginas all day. I’m sure once you’ve seen one, they probably all look alike.”
“I happen to think yours is pretty special.”
“It pleases me to know you have fond memories of it.”
“I’m really hoping Dr. Kerr tells us I can get reacquainted with it soon. Twelve weeks is a long time to be parted from my favorite playmate.”
“I think I’ve been highly accommodating.”
“Exceptionally so––and I’m damn appreciative of your generosity––but it’s not the same. I miss the connection we have when we make love.”
He’s right. We share so much more than a physical bond. “Me too. But at least you get to have an orgasm. I get nothing.”
“Don’t forget that anticipation is the best form of foreplay, Bonny.”
I think he enjoys saying that more than he should. “Says the husband who’s getting hand and blow jobs while his wife’s sexual frustration is escalating out of control.”
“You’re entering your fourth month. With any luck he’ll give us the go-ahead since everything has been back to normal for several weeks.”
“Fingers crossed.” I want off bed rest even more than I want sex, but I keep that little tidbit to myself.
Dr. Kerr comes into the exam room. “Mrs. Breckenridge. How are you this week?”
“Excellent. I feel wonderful.”
“Very good to hear. Nausea has subsided?”
“Haven’t had any in two weeks.”
“Good.” He pulls on exam gloves—I know what’s coming next. “Cold wet touch to your bottom and then some pressure.” It’s the same thing he says every week before checking me.
I lie on my back staring upward while Dr. Kerr does my pelvic exam. I distract myself by counting the ceiling tiles until Sin gains my attention by squeezing my hand. My grinning husband mouths¸ “Lucky bastard.”
I mouth back one simple word I’m certain he’ll understand. “Stop.”
He’s laughing at me. Again.
“Cervix is closed and thick as I would expect. No bleeding. Ultrasound is normal. I think you’re fine to return to your normal level of activity.”
He has no idea what my normal activities consist of or he wouldn’t say that.
“No more pelvic rest?”
“It’s fine to resume sexual activity.”
I’m embarrassed to ask but I do anyway. “With orgasms?” Please, please, please say yes.
“Aye. Orgasms are fine but you should avoid vigorous intercourse to be safe.”
Sin waggles his brows at me.
“I think we can schedule your next visit for two weeks since you’ve been complication-free.”
I’m waiting in line to schedule my next prenatal appointment when Sin leans over to whisper in my ear. “Linsey can manage without me. I’m going to have her clear the rest of my workday.”
This isn’t surprising. “I thought you might.”
“I want to spend the rest of the day reacquainting myself with you.”
“I’m not sure how much reacquainting we’ll get done. We have a houseguest and thin walls. You know neither of us do a great job being quiet.” I’d die a thousand deaths if Ellison heard us making up for lost time.
“Fuck it. We’ll get a room.”
“And room service. I’m starving.”
“Aye. You’ll need plenty of fuel for what we’re going to be doing.”
* * *
I watch the number above the elevator doors increase as the lift rises to our floor. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Three more to go. It’s too many when your husband pins your body against him while his hand roams downward to rub between your legs.
He’s fervent to say the least.
Warm breath moves over my ear. A tingle races down my spine and goosebumps erupt over my skin. I’m sure there’s a camera on us right now. All elevators have them. “We’re probably giving a thrill to whoever is watching the security footage.”
“Don’t give a fuck. The thrill I’m feeling is much more important to me right now.”
The doors open and we sprint toward our room. Sin is so anxious his first three attempts at unlocking the door are unsuccessful. “Son of a bitch. The keycard isn’t working.”
I hold out my hand and he places the card in my palm. I slide it in and pull it slower. Click. “Open sesame.”
“Fuck. That was sexy.”
All I did was open a door. “I put the keycard in the hole and pulled it out.”
“I know,” he growls while pulling me through the door
toward the bed.
We shed our coats and go to work on all fabric barriers preventing our bodies from being bare against one another. He undresses himself while I do the same, his eyes never leaving my body. “Shite. I may come before you get naked.”
My eyes immediately drop to the crotch of his boxer briefs. He has a huge erection tenting his underwear with a wet spot covering the tip. “Don’t you dare.”
I undress faster. More than one stitch pops as I pull my dress over my head. Articles of clothing drop randomly to the floor with no regard for wrinkling.
I’m reaching behind my back to unfasten my bra when Sin comes to me. He grasps my panties and pushes downward until they fall to my feet. I kick them away and drop my bra next to them.
I glide my hands up Sin’s arms until they meet behind his neck. His mouth possesses mine as we move toward the bed. In one fluid motion I sit and slide backwards. I lift my hair from my back and shoulders before lying down so it’s spilling around me. He loves that.
I’m stretched side to side across the bed. Wet and wanting. Knees bent. Thighs spread wide.
Sin grabs my ankle and brings it to his mouth. He kisses the inner side. His hand glides up my calf to my thigh. “I love your legs.”
“I love my legs when they’re wrapped around you.”
His mouth moves up my calf, spreading kisses in its path. “These are going to get a lot of exercise chasing after two bairns.”
“I’m sure they will, but I hope they get a lot of exercise tonight keeping up with you.”
“You’ll get all the workout you want, but first I’d like to show my gratitude for your very generous mouth during our period of abstinence.” His lips trail kisses up my inner thighs. “You were very good to me. Now I’m going to be good to you.”
Sin crawls on to the mattress and grabs two of the extra pillows. “You know what I need you to do.”
I absolutely do. He’s going to wedge my bottom upward so his mouth can perform its duties to the fullest potential. He’s full-service when it comes to oral. “Whatever you say.”
He pushes my legs apart and nibbles each side of my groin. I think I may convulse from the ecstasy.
I’ve never wanted to feel his mouth on me so badly. I’ll beg if it’s what he wants. “Please.”
“Please what?”
I’m trembling. “The teasing is killing me, Breck. No more. Please put your mouth on me before I die.”
His warm wet tongue glides up my center slowly. “Ohh.”
I fist his hair when he does it a second time.
“Is that what you want from me?”
“Yes! It feels so different from before. So much more sensitive.” I read that a pregnant woman’s erogenous zones are heightened during pregnancy. I thought it was bullshit. But now I see that I was wrong.
He continues licking me but it isn’t just the center. He nibbles and sucks my outer lips, teasing me before moving back to the middle. I can’t stop myself from rocking against his mouth. “Ho-ly shit!”
He wraps his arms around my thighs and holds me still while sucking my clit. First soft and then hard, alternating back and forth between the two.
Sweet torture.
It’s been months since my last orgasm but I easily recognize the signs of its approach. “Oh. Oh. Oh. It’s starting.”
Sin sucks harder, making me come faster. I fist his hair and rock my hips to ride out the warm pulsations of pleasure. “Ohhh!”
Sin puts my legs over his shoulders and my toes dig into the muscles of his back. I tense, pulling him against me even harder. I can’t get enough. I crave more. Need it.
When I spiral down from the high, my body goes limp. My face pulsates. Euphoric waves of warmth spread down my legs and arms. My hands tingle. All signs of a magnificent climax. “That was incredible.”
I’m boneless, unmoving.
“We aren’t done yet.” He crawls over me and kisses my face. “Not even close.”
He pushes his body away from mine and looks down at my belly. He caresses it with his hand. “Your baby bump feels like a grapefruit pushing against my stomach. You didn’t have that the last time we did this.”
Hearing him say that is a reminder of how long it’s been. It seems like forever ago.
He adjusts so he’s holding most of his weight off me using his arms. “Is it too much pressure? Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
I reach behind his neck and pull him down so our bodies are pressed together again. “I’m fine, Breck. I’ll tell you if that changes.”
He kisses me hard. I part my thighs so his erection is pushing against my entrance. I cross my ankles behind his back and squeeze him closer. I lift my pelvis and his tip barely enters me. It isn’t enough. I’m desperate to have him inside me to the hilt. “I really want you to fuck me.”
He pulls out. Not the direction I’m looking for. “I’m terrified that fucking will hurt you or the babies.”
“Not going to happen.”
“You’re my china doll. It would kill me to harm you in any way.”
I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. “Listen to what I’m saying. I won’t break.”
He doesn’t look convinced.
“Okay. It probably isn’t a good idea to bend me over the arm of the sofa or put me face down on the bed with my ass in the air. But we’ll find what works.” I reach between us and grasp his cock. I position it at my entrance and wrap my legs around him again. “Ease in if it scares you. Start out slow and shallow and build up to deeper and faster as you become more comfortable with it.”
He’s unmoving.
“Please, Breck. It’s safe. Dr. Kerr said we could do it and we both want to. Making love is a huge part of who we are. We need this.”
“You will immediately tell me if anything hurts or doesn’t feel right.”
“Absolutely.”
He relaxes and breathes deeply. “Okay. I’ll try slow.”
I glide my fingertips down his face. “Into me … you see.”
He catches my hand with his and presses it against his cheek. “Into me … you see.”
He enters me slowly and squeezes his eyes shut. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.” He thrusts slowly several times. “So wet and tight.”
I rock my hips with him slowly. I’m afraid of spooking him if I’m too aggressive.
What they say is true. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. “God, I’ve missed this.”
His face is buried in the bend between my neck and shoulder. All of his weight is supported by his arms pressed into the mattress on each side of my head. “I’m not going to last long.”
“I’m pretty sure we didn’t rent this room with the intention of doing it once.”
Sin tenses and groans. It’s the only sign of his climax since he doesn’t thrust deep or hard as per his usual finale.
Neither of us is out of breath or slick with sweat. I wish we were.
He rises and throws the covers back, patting the side of my hip. “Lift.”
“What are you doing?”
“It feels like something’s oozing out.”
“I’m sure it is. It’s called semen. And probably a lot of it since we haven’t had sex in so long.”
He lowers himself and hovers above me, our bodies barely touching. It’s maddening. “I just needed to be sure it wasn’t blood.”
I pull him closer but he holds himself steady. “I love that you’re concerned for our safety but I really hope you get over this fear soon.”
“Forget it. I’ll never get over my worry or fear for your well-being or that of our children.”
He kisses me quickly and rolls to lie beside me. He laces his fingers through mine before resting our clasped hands on his chest.
“There’s so much more to us than sex, but I must admit, I’ve missed doing that terribly.” He brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss.
“Me too.”
My mind wanders from one topic to the next but lands on my sister. “I’ve been thinking of Ellison a lot lately.”
“She appears to love being in Edinburgh. I’m under the impression she doesn’t intend on leaving anytime soon.”
“Not before these two make an appearance.”
“Realistically, do you think your sister will be able to leave after they come?”
The babies and I are the only family Ellison has. And there’s nothing waiting for her at home. I know where this conversation is going. “I’m not sure how to tell her about The Fellowship so she doesn’t flip out.”
“Is it possible you’re giving Ellison too little credit, just as you did Harry?”
Sin was right about my dad, which means I was wrong. I can admit that. “Maybe.”
“It’s your choice but I think you should do it soon if that’s the direction you’re leaning toward. Telling her after our hand has been forced won’t go as well.”
“I think my decision has evolved into how to tell her rather than if I will.”
“Do you want me to help you explain everything to her?”
“No. It’s probably best if I do it alone. She’s going to have a lot of questions. It’s important for us to be able to speak freely. I’m afraid she’ll feel uncomfortable if you’re there.”
“That’s understandable, but I’m always willing to take care of it if you should decide it’s what you want.”
“Right now, there’s only one thing I want.” I rise and put my leg over Sin so I’m straddling him.
He’s afraid of hurting us––and I understand that––but he needs to see that I’m durable. That’s why I’m taking control this time.
I lean down and kiss the side of his neck. “Been long enough for round two?”
He thrusts his hips up so his erection pokes me. “You tell me.”
Good. He sounds more confident. And playful.
I reach between us and grasp his cock, positioning it at my entrance. “Easy, Bonny.”
