Page 101 of Nine Month Contract
I fight the urge to climb on top and slam my cock inside her for some relief. This edging we’re both doing to each other is the sweetest form of torture I’ve ever experienced. My dick grows sticky as she slides the precum around me, gripping me firmly and pushing me to the brink.
I curl my two fingers up and rub along her G-spot, and in seconds, she cries out, the grip of her hand on my cock like a vise as she comes on my fingers without warning. Her body tenses as she throws her head back, her chest heaving upward as she breathes through her climax. I curse her T-shirt for covering what I know to be a beautiful sight of her soft breasts, but honestly, I don’t need to see her for what we’re doing right now. This encounter is all about sensations beyond visuals. It’s erotic in ways I’d never expect.
When she comes down from her orgasm, she turns back to me, stroking me softly. Her voice is hoarse when she says, “I want you to come on my belly, Wyatt. I want to watch you.”
Her words are like pressing an easy button on my cock, so without pause, I throw the covers off and climb over her.
She pulls her shirt up above her breasts and uses her arms to press her lush tits together in a way that I would love to bury my cock between. She continues stroking me with one hand, and my eyes close as I feel my climax cresting.
With a shudder, my jaw drops as I expel myself over top of her. She angles my cock in various ways as I spurt over her breasts, her belly, and her mound, my pearly semen decorating her body like a piece of art. I sit back on my heels, blinking rapidly for my vision to come back into focus so I can enjoy the view of my woman covered in my seed.
My woman.
Never did I think I’d crave those two words again. I never thought I’d risk my heart again. But Trista…she’s so much more than just the woman I’m fucking. She’s strong, vulnerable, wise…selfless.And if my heart can be trusted right now, she is mine. Her body, her baby, her mind…and maybeherheart.
I want it all to be mine.
With a wicked look, I rub my cum onto her belly, using the sexual moment as an excuse to feel her body to my fill.
“You are beautiful,” I state huskily, and the Neanderthal in me wishes she’d always leave this on her skin so the whole world knows who she belongs to.
“Because I’m covered in your jizz? Okay, perv.” She laughs, and her light tone causes a sleepy smile to pull at my lips.
“No, you’re just…beautiful,” I reply simply, staring down at every inch of her flesh on display for me. I lightly circle her nipple and watch it pebble beneath my touch. “Everything about you.”
I glance up and see her brows furrow, and the smile on her face twitches. It’s at that moment that I state the words that were on the tip of my tongue last night but was interrupted before I had a chance to say them. “You know, you could stay on the mountain longer than the one-year-lease thing in our contract.”
“What do you mean?” she asks as I stroke her thighs on either side of me.
“If you want to stay on the mountain another year or two, you should.”
She sits up on her elbows, her face the picture of confusion. “What about the baby?”
I shrug. “It won’t know who you are for at least the first year of its life. Probably even two years. I just don’t want you to think you have to be looking for a new place to live before you’ve even given birth. Just focus on growing the baby in that beautiful body of yours and stay here for as long as you like.”
Her face looks sad for a brief second before she steels herself to reply, “You’d charge me rent, obviously.”
I frown. “It’s not really necessary.”
“For the animals too,” she adds urgently, pulling her legs up and away from me as she scoots to the head of the bed and pulls her shirt down to cover herself. “I’d need to rent barn space. Fair market value.”
I frown over at her, not really enjoying the discussion of semantics when I’m still naked in her bed. “We can work something out if that’s important to you.”
“It is.” She licks her lips, her eyes alive with something dangerously close to anger. “I don’t want a pity apartment, Wyatt.”
“It’s not pity,” I state seriously. “It’s just…logical.”
“Logical, totally,” she chirps as she shifts to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask, feeling whiplash at the change in temperature in the room right now.
“I have to head out.”
“Head out?” I ask as she bends over to check her phone on the nightstand.
“I’m meeting Avery this morning for coffee.”
My hands turn to fists instantly. Every time she’s spoken of Avery, it’s only been for work things. Now she’s seeing him socially?
