Page 59 of Bound Hearts

He yanks on my panties, and I remain in place but move my legs to help him drag them off before returning into position. “Your pussy is nice and pink, soaking. Needs my cock, too.”

I nod, my chest visibly moving as I begin to shake with an orgasm as my body releases, his hands not leaving me; instead, his finger remains swirling around my clit. I’m weak-limbed when I succumb, and it wears off, but he has no intention of stopping.

“Sit on top of me, keep looking forward but wrap that pussy around my cock.”

“I want your cock,” I moan out.

Shifting slightly, he helps guide his shaft to piston up inside of me. Taking a moment, I feel how he fills me up.

“Foster, you make me feel so full,” I almost whine.

“Move.” His reply is direct, lacks softness, but is so damn irresistible.

His hands help stabilize me by holding my hips as I lift up slightly before plunging back down. Circle around him as I squeeze him. I get more comfortable, then grind up and down. My breasts bounce slightly.

It’s overwhelming when I see us together in the mirror. Both forward-facing, with my thighs parted and his cock inside me. My entire body is on display. He guides my body to thrust up and keeps me rooted.

Our bodies rub against each other, and my skin overheats with his, almost sizzling. With every movement, our pace intensifies. My moans mix with his grunts.

I’m not physically dizzy, but mentally I’m spiraling. Even with me on top of him, the power still feels like it’s his, and I want it that way. I’m not someone who dominates; I want to be dominated. To listen to him, especially as he has proven time and time again that he only wants to please me.

I claw my nails into his thighs as our thrusts are strong and determined, both eager for an orgasm.

Our eyes latch together via the mirror, and I see it as clear as day.

We’re both content.

It isn’t lust.

We’re lost.

In each other.

The power of that message causes me to glance over my shoulder to his lips that welcome me for a kiss. A new feeling sparks inside of me. It’s for him.

When we chase one another’s orgasm until the end, we sit there, both with weak limbs hanging off each other, our breath needing to calm down.

“Well… that was something.”

Mind-blowing.

Foster chuckles sinfully under his breath. “It’s just the beginning, Sutton,” he murmurs. Underlying, the meaning is clear. It isn’t just physical conquests in my future.

It’s a hell of a lot more.

16

FOSTER

“Are you positive?” I check with a grin as I hold an umbrella above our heads outside the doctor’s office after her twenty-week appointment.

Sutton doesn’t let her smile falter even the slightest. “Nope. We’ll wait to find out until after the nuptials later today.” She holds up the closed envelope that will tell us if we’re having a boy or a girl. She slips it into her bag, satisfied with our decision to include the news in our wedding-day festivities.

I sling my free arm around her waist to pull her close, and her fingers begin to play with my tie. “Okay. I’ll follow your lead.”

I had a meeting in the office at nine, then slipped out without a word, with no intention of returning today. Still in my suit, I met Sutton at the doctor’s office, and although they could have told us on the spot what we were having, Sutton thought we would find out after we said ‘I do.’

We’re keeping our promise. The marriage license is in her bag, and the prenup is already with my lawyer. Our friends have known this was coming for weeks but not when; Sutton and I don’t want any fuss. We’re not people who want a room full of attention, and lucky for us, Illinois doesn’t require witnesses. But right now, none of those details matter. All I’m thinking about is Sutton in front of me, beautiful with her hair down, wearing a simple cream dress that traces our growing baby.