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Okay. Message received.

He really does want all of my weight on him.

So I stop worrying about it.

If the idiot needs oxygen, he can tap my thigh.

I let myself relax into his hold and roll my hips against his mouth, riding him the way he told me to.

The sound he makes underneath me is filthy. A deep, hungry groan that rumbles against my clit.

My stomach twists tight as I do it again, slower this time, and his fingers dig into my thighs like he’s encouraging me.

Pregnancy has made everything so much more sensitive, and Sumner knows how to use that against me. Between his tongue and the way I’m moving on his mouth, I’m already too close to have any hope of slowing this down.

The orgasm hits hard enough that I fold over the headboard with a broken moan. My thighs clamp around his head while my hips keep moving through it, and there’s so much wetness between us that for one second I wonder if I just squirted for the first time.

I’m still breathing like I ran a mile when his tongue finds my clit again.

My whole body jolts.

A helpless whine leaves me as I try to squirm away, but Sumner’s arms tighten around my thighs and drag me right back where I was.

I feel his laugh against my pussy.

“You’re evil,” I manage.

Apparently he considers that encouragement, because his tongue immediately goes back to work.

I’m so sensitive it almost hurts, and I can’t decide whether I want to escape his mouth or grind down harder against it. Sumner solves that problem for me by keeping me pinned where he wants me while I rock my hips and chase every bit of pleasure he’s giving me.

The second orgasm builds slower, winding tighter and tighter until I’m hanging onto the headboard, panting and grinding against his mouth because I’m way past pretending I have any self-control left.

Then it snaps.

I come with my thighs locked around his head and my whole body shaking, too far gone to care what kind of noise I’m making anymore.

Sumner groans underneath me.

He stiffens underneath me, his fingers digging into my thighs before he goes boneless and still.

It takes me a few seconds to even process that.

By the time I manage to lift myself off him and collapse onto my side, I’m panting, sweaty, and pretty sure I no longer have a single functioning thought in my head.

Sumner lies beside me, breathing hard.

Without my glasses, he’s mostly a large blurry shape with what appears to be my entire orgasm still glistening all over his face.

Then I notice the mess across his stomach.

I squint at him. “Did you seriously just come?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t even touch yourself.”

“Didn’t need to.”