He placed a trail of kisses over every inch of me as his large hands snaked up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my dress up around my waist. Max reached behind me and tugged me toward the edge so that I perched on the edge of the mattress. His head dipped below my line of sight, my belly now protruding out enough to block any view of him.
I leaned back on my elbows so I could see as Max pressed his face in between my legs. His warm breath immediately sent goosebumps over my skin, but heat pooled to my core as he tugged off my underwear and tossed them to the side.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Max said, the last part of his sentence muffled as he dove back in between my legs. His tongue ran up and down my pussy as he hummed his approval into me, the vibrations causing me to shiver.
“You taste so damn sweet,” he said in between kisses and licks.
My hips twisted and pushed forward into his face, craving more friction, more touch, just more. I gripped the hair on the back of his head in between my fingers as I tugged him forward.
“Max,” I said breathily, “I need you inside me.”
With a final lick, he sat back on his heels. I stood, pulling my dress over my head, leaving me in only a too small black bra. I hadn’t decided when it made the most sense for me to buy a larger size, unsure of how long the next one would even fit. My swollen breasts spilled over the edges of the fabric.
Max stood, unfastened his pants, pushed them off his feet, and took my place on the edge of the bed. I tugged at the hem of his shirt and brought it up over his head. My hands found their home over his chest, running down his muscles and over the small patch of hair below his belly button.
“These need to go,” I said, pulling at the edge of his black briefs. Max lifted and slid them off with ease.
“This needs to go,” Max replied as he unclasped the hook of my bra, allowing my breasts to fall heavily. His eyes went dark as he scooped them up with his hands and brought his face to one nipple, sucking gently, before attending to the other.
I climbed on top of him, my knees sinking into the plush mattress. His cock was hard as I hovered over his lap, the head of it bumping against my swollen clit, making me moan. Max buried his face in between my breasts as I lowered myself on him, sinking down inch by inch. I needed to be filled by him. I craved the pressure I felt whenever he was inside me.
“Baby, you’re so warm, fuck,” he hissed, “you are so goddamn wet.”
I was at the stage in my pregnancy where I couldn’t get enough of him. One look at his dark eyes and I was ready to jump him. I pressed myself down on him, sinking him in as far as he would go. I tilted my hips forward and back as I ground myself into him as he licked, sucked, and squeezed my breasts.
With one hand on my breast, bringing my nipple into his mouth, Max trailed the other down in between us and pressed his fingers into my clit, swirling gently. The added pressure was enough to put my hips into a frenzy. I brought myself down on Max over and over as he brought me closer to that glorious edge.
My thighs tightened and I stilled just enough for the orgasm to flow through me, my grip tight on the back of his head. My mouth found Max’s, our breath warm and our tongues tangled. Wet noises filled the air as my arousal spread over us both.
“Fuck me, Max,” I begged.
His hands found their hold on my hips, gripping my skin tightly as he brought his hips up to meet mine. With deep, quick thrusts, Max pounded himself into me. Sweat glistened over his chest as our thighs smacked together.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Max groaned as he found his release, pumping himself into me.
My chest heaved and curls stuck to my forehead as we caught our breaths. Max rested his forehead on my chest, his hands wrapped around my waist, rubbing my back gently. I twirled my hips gently on his lap, chasing the high he gave me whenever he was inside me.
“This is why you have a young guy around, huh?” he asked with a tease. “So you can get fucked back-to-back.”
I laughed into his neck as I felt him stirring inside me. “It’s your fault,” I said. “You unlocked this horny side of me I’ve never seen before.”
As Max’s hands roamed my back, I placed kisses along his neck and jaw. I was content knowing I had a lifetime of these moments ahead of me. That there was this man who was undeniably obsessed with me and making sure I got the pleasure I craved. I had a feeling Max and I were going to have the time of our lives breaking in this house.
EPILOGUE
Isabella
Two Years Later
As I stood at Linden Hollow Vineyards, surrounded by the lush greenery and the soft hum of celebration, I couldn’t help but marvel at how my life had unfolded. The vineyard, with its rolling hills and picturesque scenery, was the perfect backdrop for our wedding day—a day that had been years in the making.
Most had assumed Max and I would tie the knot before I gave birth, if not at least make it courthouse official. But as the months went by and my due date got closer and closer, the pressure to do what everyone expected me to do subsided. Becoming a mother was the most freeing thing that could’ve happened to me.
It changed my perspective on everything.
After Max had continued working with the owners of Linden Hollow to get their wine featured at the Guild and a few local restaurants around the city, they had all but demanded we have our wedding here. The ceremony had been intimate, with just our close friends and family and, of course, our daughter.
Ava, now a glorious, chubby, almost two-year-old, had shifted everything for Max and me. She had come into our lives and had helped me see, with intense clarity, what was actually worth worrying about. When it came to the three of us, I had zero hesitation.
