Before A Perfect World: Movie Trilogy, Book Two (The Movie Trilogy) by Kimberly Stedronsky Page B

you going to do, then?”
    I felt the tip of my dick slide against the soft skin of her belly and almost fucking lost it.
    “I’m going to tell you exactly how to move and what to feel.”
    “Oh, you are?” she challenged.
    “Yes,” I answered. “And since you are at your most vulnerable right now, we’ll see how well you can take direction from me. If you can do this now, you can do it on the set. Do you understand?”
    She nodded, looking up at me with those wide, expressive eyes.
    “Okay. But you can’t hold yourself up forever,” she taunted.
    I grinned.
    “Yes, I can.”
    With a half-sigh, she moved her long legs impatiently.
    “I-”
    “Don’t. Move.”
    She stilled, gazing up at me.
    “Don’t move?”
    “Lie perfectly still, Vivian.”
    Her chest no longer rose and fell in even patterns. Her nipples, already hardened into tiny, rose peaks, tightened even more as she shivered.
    “I’m still.”
    “Good.”
    I lowered, just slightly, and she gasped as she felt my hardness against her thigh.
    “Listen to me.” I met her eyes, my lips only a breath away from hers. “I’m going to sink into you slowly. Like it’s the first time for both of us. When you feel pressure, I want to hear your breaths. Quick. Panting.”
    She nodded, trying to speak. Her voice caught in her throat.
    “What, Vivian?” I asked, coaxing, and she tried again for sound.
    “ Can I touch you?” she asked, begging, yielding to me so fucking eagerly that I almost plunged right there and then.
    I grinned, letting my mouth brush hers as I spoke.
    “You’re going to need to hold on. My shoulders,” I suggested. She lifted her arms, and I could see them trembling in the shadows.
    Her hands slid over my corded back, res ting at my shoulders, her small hold tightening.
    “Keaton?” Her eyes locked with mine, and I caught a hint of fear, something I hadn’t expected to see, not in a million years. “ The first… few weeks are…” She attempted to articulate some kind of warning, and then finally dug her fingers into my skin, her nails embedding into my shoulder blades. “ Please be careful, ” she finally whispered.
    “V,” I began, realizing finally what she was asking me. She’s worried about the baby. “I’m going to be so fucking gentle, you’re going to want to kill me. Once you regain consciousness, that is.”
    “You’re awfully full of yourself, director,” she said with a shaky laugh.
    “I want you full of me,” I replied, dropping my hips. “Open your legs. Wide .”
    She gave a soft little mewl, sliding her ankles against the sheet as she moved her legs open.
    I waited for long, purposeful seconds, watching her eyes close in desperate need. Her hips drove against mine, and she clung to my shoulders, lifting her body.
    “ Please, Keaton.”
    I held myself up with one arm, reaching beneath her with the other. My hand spanned her perfect ass as I guided her to me. My finger dipped from behind, finding her soaking wet and eliciting a strangled moan from her throat.
    She was so ready for me, and I dropped my mouth to her ear. “I want to hear you,” I reminded her.
    She nodded.
    I thrust forward, listening to her sharp breath.
    Tight. Hot. Mine .
    She moved before I did. God in fucking Heaven, she felt like my world, more than the movies, more than any award, and definitely more than any other fucking woman. Her panting breaths rocked me from within. Knowing she was obeying my direction, performing for me, was enough to make me explode in and of itself.
    It was just her. Just Vivian.
    In the dark, my body inside of hers, our child between us.
    She was all I needed, all I’d ever need.
    “ Tell me what you’re feeling, ” I growled against her neck, my mouth dragging over her throat as I circled my hips above hers. Those long legs wrapped around my back, and I couldn’t think of one goddamn thing except coming as hard as I fucking could inside of her. “ Tell me. ”
    “ I am in love with you,