“I like your way with words. You say what you think and mean what you say. There’s nothing wrong with that.” The fondness in her tone almost makes my heart explode. The fact that she means them sincerely gives me space to speak. I’ve done more talking with Briar these past months than with anyone else I’ve ever known.
She fists my cock, stroking it with a teasing smile
. I wedge my hands behind her knees and drag her closer until she’s close enough to sink down over me whenever she’s ready. Then, I give her glorious tits the attention they deserve. Rolling her firm, pillowy flesh. Squeezing with my callused palms. Dragging her close and sucking the rosy beads between my teeth.
Drowning in her encouraging little pants and moans.
“What are your thoughts on names?”
“For a girl?”
“For a boy,” she answers as I wrap both arms around her and feast on the column of her throat. Gods, her tits feel so goodpressed against my chest. Hot enough to burn. Sweet enough to send all the blood in my body straight to my dick.
“Anything you want is fine.”
She squirms. “Really? You have no opinion on your son’s name?”
“Anything but Alistair.”
Briar snorts. “Agreed.”
I position my cock at her entrance and dig my fingers into her hips as she sinks down. She adjusts slowly, taking me inch by torturous inch, until my eyes roll back in my head and I see stars at the feel of her.
“Did you hear about his ball?”
“I don’t want to think about Alistair’s balls, sweetheart. Ever.”
She laughs outright and sets a slow rhythm, riding me at her own pace while I touch every part of her I can reach.
“I mean the gigantic party he’s hosting to find my replacement.”
“The man could have any woman in the kingdom. Pick one.”
“He can’t.” Briar’s tone turns secretive. Confiding. I fucking love it when she does this. Makes me feel like her best friend. “He doesn’t know what he wants. He keeps looking, but he’ll never find it until he decides what it is he’s searching for.”
“You.”
I pull her down into a kiss. I’ve felt the need to be gentler with her since we discovered she was expecting. Hardly a surpise, considering the way we’d been carrying on, but joyful nonetheless. I don’t want to hurt the baby, but I think she misses the way I acted with her in the beginning, for after a sweetly filthy kiss, she nips my lower lip.
“He can’t have me,” she whispers. “Only you can.”
“Briar?”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to talk about Alistair anymore.”
She giggles and takes the hint, picking up the pace. I grip her upper arms for balance lest she topple off the chair—which happened once, early on, when we weren’t being very careful. This forces her back to arch so that her tits bounce in my face, just out of reach of my mouth.
Cruel princess, teasing me like this.
Briar clutches my hair and grinds down furiously, clamping around me. It’s incredible how much more sensitive her body is now that she’s pregnant. I can make her come so easily, and I do, as often as possible.
“One more, you little tease. Then I’ll take mine.”
I lift her off of my cock with a whimpered complaint and roll her to her side. I like taking her this way, from behind, so I can get to her clit. Briar obliges me, but she’s been a bit naughty today and so I first deliver a smart smack to her bottom. She squeals in delight.
“I told you I’d turn you over my knee one day.” I nip her earlobe.
