Ryan’s POV
Her lips were like a goddamn drug. One taste and I was already hard as steel, my cock straining painfully against my pants as I drove us ho.
Every fiber of my being wanted to pull over right there – find so secluded spot and take her in the backseat like we were fucking teenagers.
But Serena deserved better than that. My pregnant wife deserved better.
So I gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched, painfully aware of her scent filling the car.
She kept stealing glances at , those brown eyes wide and uncertain, lips still swollen from our kiss.
"Ryan..." she started, but I cut her off.
"Not now, baby. If we start talking about what just happened, I won’t be able to focus on driving. And I need to get you ho safe."
The flush that spread across her cheeks was delicious. I wanted to devour her.
When we finally pulled into the driveway, the staff had already unloaded our purchases from the baby boutique. I dismissed them with a nod, then took Serena’s hand.
"Co with ," I said, leading her upstairs.
I guided her down the hallway to the room adjacent to our bedroom – what would soon be the nursery. The space was massive, with large windows flooding it with natural light. It had remained empty since we’d moved in, waiting for this exact purpose.
"I thought we could set everything up," I suggested, watching her face carefully. "Together."
Her expression softened. "I’d like that."
We spent the next hour unpacking baby clothes, arranging furniture, and arguing good-naturedly about where everything should go.
"The crib should be away from the window," I insisted. "Safety first."
Serena rolled her eyes. "The window has triple-pane glass and security features that would make the Pentagon jealous. You installed them yourself."
"Still." I moved the ornate white crib to the opposite wall.
She didn’t fight on it, instead busying herself with arranging stuffed animals. When she picked up the gray elephant we’d bought, she placed it prominently in the crib.
"For your mini-," she said with a small smile.
Sothing primal and possessive roared to life inside at those words. My child. Our child. Growing inside her.
I ca up behind her, my hands sliding around to rest on her swollen belly. She stiffened montarily before relaxing back against .
"Thank you," I whispered against her ear.
"For what?"
"For giving this. A family."
She turned in my arms, looking up at with those eyes that had haunted since the day she left. "Ryan..."
I couldn’t help myself anymore. I captured her lips with mine, groaning when she imdiately opened for . My tongue slid against hers as my hands cupped her face, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
She whimpered, her body lting against mine. I backed her slowly toward the wall, careful not to apply any pressure to her stomach.
"I need you," I growled against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Been dying for you."
"Yes," she gasped, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, looking up at her flushed face. "Let taste you, baby. Need to make you feel good."
I dropped to my knees in front of her, looking up at her flushed face.
"Let taste you, baby. Need to make you feel good."
"The nursery—" she protested weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
That was all it took for reality to crash back in. My breath hitched, and I forced myself to pause, dragging my gaze up to et hers.
Not here.
"Bedroom," I said hoarsely, the word catching in my throat like it cost sothing.
She nodded, eyes dark with want, and I took her hand, leading her down the hall to my room—our room, if I had anything to say about it. Once inside, I kissed her again, slower this ti, savoring every second.
When I revealed her lace panties, already damp with arousal, I nearly lost my mind. "Look how wet you are for ," I growled, pressing my mouth against the fabric. "All this for daddy?"
Her breathing hitched at the na, and I filed that reaction away for later exploration.
I hooked my fingers into her panties and dragged them down her legs, helping her step out of them before tossing them aside.
Then I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her to completely.
"Ryan, I—" Whatever she was about to say was cut off by a sharp cry when I licked a long, slow stripe through her folds.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I rember," I groaned, diving back in for more. I devoured her like a starving man, focusing on her clit with firm circles of my tongue while my fingers teased her entrance.
Her hands found my hair, gripping tight as her hips began to move against my face. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that made her—
"Oh god!" she cried out, her walls clenching around my fingers.
"That’s it, baby," I encouraged, not letting up. "Co on my face. Show how much you missed this."
It didn’t take long before she was trembling, her thighs quivering around my head as she ca with a strangled cry of my na. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she ca down.
When I finally stood, my cock was painfully hard, tenting my pants obscenely. But I knew I shouldn’t push further – not with her pregnancy.
"I’ll take care of this in the bathroom," I said, already turning away.
Her hand on my arm stopped . "Let ," she whispered, those big doe eyes looking up at with determination. "I want to."
Before I could respond, she was sinking to her knees in front of , her fingers already working my belt.
"Serena, you don’t have to—"
"Shut up," she commanded, surprising . "You think you’re the only one who’s been craving this?"
My cock jerked at her words, and all protests died in my throat.
"Been dreaming about your thick cock," she murmured as she freed from my boxers, her small hand wrapping around my length. "How it stretches , fills up so perfectly."
Jesus Christ. When did my wife get this filthy mouth? And why was it turning on so fucking much?
When she flicked her tongue over the sensitive head, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had ford, I nearly ca right then and there.
"Baby," I warned, my voice strained.
She looked up at through her lashes, those innocent eyes a stark contrast to the way she was stroking . "Let make you feel good, daddy."
The word sent electricity down my spine. And hearing it in her sweet voice nearly undid .
Then she took into her mouth, those soft lips stretching around my girth, and I lost all coherent thought. My hand found the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there as she set her own pace.
"That’s it," I encouraged, my voice hoarse. "Take what you want."
She humd around , the vibration making my knees weak. I watched, srized, as she took deeper with each bob of her head, her hand working what she couldn’t fit.
"Not gonna last," I warned her, feeling my release building embarrassingly fast.
She just looked up at again, those eyes telling exactly what she wanted. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
When she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard while her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock, I was done for.
"Serena—" I tried to warn her, but she just doubled down, moaning around as I began to pulse in her mouth.
I ca with a strangled groan, my entire body shuddering as she swallowed everything I gave her, not pulling away until she’d wrung the last drop from .
When she finally sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking entirely too pleased with herself, I knew I was completely, utterly fucked.
This woman owned , body and soul.
And I was perfectly fine with that.
Afterward, I pulled her up beside , cradling her against my chest as our breathing slowed. Her head nestled under my chin, fitting perfectly as if designed to rest there.
"Stay here tonight," I murmured into her hair.
She didn’t answer imdiately, and I tensed, wondering if I’d pushed too far too fast.
"Okay," she finally whispered. "I’ll stay."
As she drifted to sleep in my arms, I realized with startling clarity that this—her, us, our child—was everything I’d never known I needed.
And I would do whatever it took to make sure I never lost it again.
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