by E. L. Todd
It felt damn amazing.
After we moved together, Cassandra forgot about her low self-esteem. Her hands gripped my thighs and she placed her legs over my shoulders, giving me a better position. I wanted this to last forever but it was a struggle. She felt so good and looked so damn hot.
When her nails dug into my skin, I knew she was spiraling hard. I watched her face tint and her nipples become hard. She was enjoying this, unable to hide her moans and whimpers. I wanted to blow the moment we began so I released myself. I moaned louder than I meant to as I filled her. “Fuck.”
She stared at my face while my thrusts came to a stop, her fingers still digging into my thighs.
“Damn, that was a long time coming.” I pulled out of her then lay back on the couch.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long.”
“You should be,” I said honestly. “I’ve been busting my ass around here. The least you can give me is sex.”
She sat up then pulled her dress on, hiding her beautiful body. She used to sit around naked all the time. Now she covered herself every chance she got. “I’ll be better.”
I knew she wanted to cuddle with me, but with her stomach, it was difficult. I sat up then separated my legs. “Come here.”
She smiled then moved between them, her back against my chest. She leaned against me and I placed my hand on her stomach, hoping I’d feel my baby kick. Cassandra grabbed the remote then handed it to me. “You pick.”
I smirked then handed it back. “I insist.”
She smiled then turned on the basketball game I wanted to watch.
I kissed her head while I held her in my arms, her stomach under my hand. “This is perfect.”
She leaned her head against my chest. “It is.”
“Now let’s stay this way.”
2
Scarlet
I was about six months along, and I was grateful I made it this far. Every day, Sean and I were on alert for something horrific to happen, but thankfully, it never did. I was finally comfortable with my pregnancy. Baby Preston would be here in just a few months. I couldn’t be happier.
But I was feeling…weird.
I was constantly sexually charged, always in the mood. When Sean was home, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I even preferred sex over food. And now that he wasn’t home, it was all I could think about. I felt like a horny teenage boy.
After Sean and I got together, I realized how amazing sex could be. It was definitely one of my favorite things to go, but I knew Sean was the reason behind it. But never before had I been like this. I wanted it all the time.
Now I was sitting at home, counting down the hours until my husband came home so we could get down and dirty. I tried to concentrate on work but my thoughts kept drifting to inappropriate things. I thought about just taking care of my needs by myself, but that’s not what I was craving. I wanted my husband in the flesh.
While I was self-conscious about my round stomach, it was overshadowed by my constant need for Sean. I didn’t care how I looked. I just wanted him—again and again.
I contemplated stopping by his office, but was that too desperate? I knew he was working and running an entire company. Did he really have time to please his wife? It was totally unprofessional to have sex with him in his office, even if he was the boss. But despite that knowledge, I was going crazy. All my logic and grace was out the window. I was officially a slut.
I grabbed my car keys and headed to the office, feeling the shame in every limb. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was a bad idea, and even though I was perfectly aware of that fact, I kept driving. Yep, I’m a slut.
When I took the elevator to his floor, I wondered how good he would look in his suit. I saw him when he left for work today, but every time I saw him, it was a surprise. My husband was damn hot. I mean, I already knew that, but I was noticing it even more lately. He went to the gym every day, and it showed. Ever since I became pregnant, I was lazy as hell. After I had the baby, I got my ass in gear. But for now, I was okay with being chunky.
I walked to his door and spotted him through the window. He was leaning over his desk, writing something while talking on the phone.
Bill stood up when he noticed me. “Hello, Mrs. Preston. How are you?”
“Well. How are you?”
“Wonderful.”
“Is he busy?”
“Well, he is, actually. But he made it clear that’s irrelevant when it comes to you.”
I smiled, secretly loving that my husband always put me first. “Should I just leave?”
“No,” he said quickly. “If I tell him you came by then left without saying hi, he’d fire me.”
I laughed, knowing Sean would overreact but wouldn’t go that far. “He can be a little much, can’t he?”
He shrugged but didn’t answer.
“Does he have a meeting today?”
“A few.”
I sighed, irritated I wouldn’t be getting my way today. I still couldn’t believe I drove forty minutes just to get laid. I was pathetic. Mike wasn’t working because he was taking care of Cassandra, so obviously Sean was slammed with more work. Coming here was a stupid idea. And it was totally selfish.
Sean looked up then spotted me through the window. His eyes took me in then drifted to my chest, like usual. I wore a loose dress to give my stomach plenty of room but there was no hiding my busty breasts. I was two sizes bigger than I used to be, becoming almost an E cup. I hated the extra weight but Sean was over the moon about it. He was more obsessed with my rack than he used to be.
His eyes lingered on them for a moment before he ended the call then hung up.
Bill returned to his desk then got back to work, averting his eyes. Sean’s assistant wasn’t stupid. I’m sure he heard us going at it enough times to know exactly what we did in Sean’s office when the blinds were down. Normally, I would be embarrassed but I was too horny to care.
Sean opened the door then came to me, his arm hooking around my waist and his face pressed to mine. “Everything alright, baby?”
“I’m fine.” He always asked that every time I came to his office. He was too paranoid for his own good.
He relaxed. “Good. Come in.”
I walked inside then he shut the door behind us.
“I’ve told you this a dozen times; just come in. You don’t have to wait outside my office.”
“You looked busy.”
“I’m never too busy for you.” He lifted me onto his desk then stood between my legs. “Half of this company is yours. Walk in like you own it.”
“I prefer to keep my manners.”
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
I eyed him in his suit. His wide shoulders were sculpted and his stomach was tight. His toned legs were hidden under his slacks but I knew exactly how he looked underneath.
He watched me as my eyes wandered over his body. “You want to get lunch?”
I looked at the clock. It wasn’t even noon yet. “No. I’m not hungry.”
His hand moved to my stomach and he graced his fingers gently across the surface.
“How’s your day? Bill told me you’re busy.”
“Just meetings and paperwork. Boring stuff.” He eyed my stomach then returned his gaze to mine. His starling blue eyes always caught me by surprise. His square jaw and perfect countenance still drew me in, even after the decade I’d known him.
“I’m sure it’ll get better when Mike gets back.”
He smirked. “I’m sure it will. Because I’ll be home with you all day.”
I liked the sound of that. We could have sex all day.” Man, I’m a pervert.
“So, why are you here? Miss me?”
“I always miss you.”
“Now that isn’t true,” he said with a laugh. “Most of the time you’re annoyed with me.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t miss you when you aren’t around.”
His hands moved to my thighs. “Well, I’m
hungry. You could watch me eat.”
“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” I said sarcastically.
He chuckled. “Then what do you want, baby? As much as I love spending time with you, I do have a full day ahead of me.”
“You’re kicking me out?”
“No,” he said immediately. “You can stay as long as you want. But I’m sure you’ll get bored.”
“Well…I did have something in mind.”
His eyes darkened as he watched my face.
I moved off the desk then approached the windows. When I closed the blinds, his eyes narrowed and became bright with desire. I made it pretty damn clear what I had in mind.
“You used to refuse to have sex in my office, and now you come all the way down here just to get some?”
I closed the last blind, giving us some privacy. “Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then shut up.” I came to him then wrapped my arms around his neck.
His hands immediately moved to my hips. “What’s gotten into you? I made love to you twice this morning and now you’re hungry for more?”
I shrugged. “I guess it’s the hormones.”
“This is awesome.”
“You don’t mind that I’m using you for sex?”
“No.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Use me all you want.” His hand moved into my hair and he kissed me. When our lips touched, my breathing hitched. I just went from zero to sixty in less than a second. I was always scorching hot but he set me on fire.
My hands moved to his shoulders, feeling their strength and size. I loved his chest and the small amount of hair he had there. It rubbed against my chest while he rocked into me, reminding me how connected we were. I loosened his tie while we kissed, wanting to strip him down.
Sean guided me to the couch, the place where clients and colleagues sat everyday, then lay me down. Whenever we had quickies, he usually lifted up my dress and thrust himself inside. But when I was pregnant, he wanted to see me completely naked all the time. He yanked the dress off then unclipped my bra. When my breasts were bare, he took a deep breath then sealed his mouth over one nipple. He couldn’t resist my chest, but I was glad he was so affected by it. I was cute but not pretty. I wasn’t supermodel material. I had an ass, a tummy, and a woman’s chest, but Sean made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the room. In all rooms, actually.
“I love your tits,” he said as he moved his mouth to the other one.
I pulled his jacket off then unbuttoned his shirt. I wanted to see him naked, his perfect body just for my eyes only. His hand gripped my thong then yanked it down. His fingers found their way between my thighs and he rubbed my clitoris like a man who had done it a thousand times.
This was amazing. It’s what I’d been craving at home. Sean moved his mouth to mine and kissed me while he played with my sex. I tried to unbutton his slacks and get them off, but I was immobile because he was paralyzing me. A moan escaped my lips because I was so anxious.
“I want you.” I yanked his shirt off then dug my nails into his back.
He continued to make me wait, his fingers making my legs shake. “I love it when you’re pregnant.”
I moaned. “Come on…”
He undid his belt then helped me get his bottoms off.
When his cock popped out, I licked my lips then stared at it.
His eyes were glued to mine. “Fuck.”
I rested my head on the armrest then opened my legs to him, wanting to feel that thick stick of pleasure.
“I want you to stay pregnant forever.” He moved over me then leaned on his hands, staring at my face.
My hands gripped his biceps, excited to feel him inside me. It was all I could think about. He moved his tip to my entrance then moved in slowly. My fingers dug into his muscle and I moaned louder than I meant to. My head rolled back slightly because it was everything I wanted all day.
“You’ve never been this wet, shit.” He stilled when he was completely inside me.
My hands gripped his ass and I moved him into me. “Now fuck me.”
“Fuck, are you trying to get me to come?”
“No, I’m trying to come.”
“Oh, I’ll take you there, baby.” He leaned over me then thrust at a steady pace, giving me exactly what I wanted. I was already wound so tight that I didn’t need much help. My breasts shook as he rocked into me and Sean stared at them obsessively. I already hit my climax because he felt so good. My husband knew exactly how to give it to me. My fingers dug into his ass and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t scream.
I knew Sean was struggling by the look on his face. I tried to act like I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, but I couldn’t. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had, long and strong. “Make me come again.”
He growled then breathed hard while he made his final thrusts. We just started but he already released inside me. That never happened before. He moaned while he filled me, finishing off.
He kissed my stomach before he lay on the couch next to me. “I’m sorry. You’re so hot when you’re pregnant that it’s hard for me to last.”
“It’s okay. I got mine.”
“I’ll always make sure you do.”
Honestly, I still wanted more.
He looked at me. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re horny all the time, but it’s getting harder for me to last because you’re so damn hot.”
“I’m sure it happens to lots of guys.”
“You satisfied for the next few hours?”
I shook my head with an evil smirk on my face.
“Damn, woman. I need a clone.”
“I don’t want a clone. I want you.”
He growled then put his hand between my legs. His mouth moved to mine and he gave me purposeful kisses. After a few minutes of rubbing me in just the right way, he brought me to the edge and made me grip him with pleasure. “Sean…” I breathed into his mouth, unable to do much else.
When I was finished, I lay back down and caught my breath.
He sucked his fingers then stood up, covering his perfect body in his suit. “I hate to be rude but I need to get to work.”
“So I’m your whore? Now you’re done with me so I can just leave?”
He smirked. “You’re the one who came down here like a dog in heat.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not my fault. The hormones are driving me up the wall.”
“We’ll have to get some synthetic hormones after your pregnancy is over.” He gave me a wink.
“You can’t even keep up with me,” I snapped.
“Ouch.” He adjusted his tie then handed me my dress. “You satisfied for now?”
“Yes, for the time being.”
“Good. That gives me a few hours to recharge.”
I pulled my dress on then lay on the couch. “I’m tired.” Basic exercises made me exhausted even though they didn’t require much work. And having two orgasms fell into that category.
“Then you should stay here,” he said immediately. He pulled off his jacket then covered me with it like a blanket. “I’ll keep it down so I don’t disturb you.”
I sat up. “No, I can drive.”
He pushed me back. “No.” His command sliced through the air. “Just relax.”
“I don’t want to bother you…” I felt the fatigue creep in.
“You won’t,” he said firmly. He kissed my forehead then tucked the jacket around me. “Get some sleep, baby.”
Once I closed my eyes, I was long gone.
I slept for the rest of his workday. His leather couch was more comfortable than it looked, and his jacket carried his scent. I felt like I was wrapped in his arms. My eyes fluttered as I came into being. I heard the distant clicking of his mouse.
Groggily, I sat up then pulled my hair from my face. “Your couch is too comfy. Do all your colleagues just fall asleep?”
He chuckled. “No. That would be awkward if they did.”
“Good
thing I’m not one of your clients.”
“If it were you, I’d probably think you’re cute.”
“Or lazy.”
“Well, duh,” he said with a laugh.
I looked at the clock then realized the time. “It’s seven?”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I slept for seven hours? What’s wrong with me?”
“You’re pregnant. It’s normal to be tired.”
“But I don’t do anything,” I argued.
“You took a pretty good pounding,” he said with a sinister smile.
“Which lasted a full minute.”
He dropped the smirk. “Cut me some slack. I’m fucking my ideal fantasy. If the teenage Sean were here, he’d come just from looking at you.”
“I don’t think a sixteen year old would find a pregnant woman sexy.”
“He would if he knew you were my future wife.”
“Even then…”
He stood up then grabbed his cell phone. “Let’s head home.”
“You know what’s sad?” I said as I rose to my feet then tucked my hair behind my ears.
“Hmm?”
“I’ll probably fall asleep at ten and stay asleep all night.”
“That’s not sad,” he said seriously. “You’re carrying another human inside you. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a lot of work on the outside, but I can assure you, your body is going through a lot of changes. You should be tired. I’d be concerned if you weren’t.”
Sean always made me feel less guilty for being lazy. I guess he had a point. “Let’s go home. I’m hungry.”
“Yes, wife.”
We walked out then headed to my car. I headed for the driver’s door but Sean cut me off.
“Baby, I’ll drive.”
“I can drive,” I argued. “I’m not tired anymore.”
He grabbed my purse and took the keys out. “Don’t argue with me.”
My eyes widened like orbs. “Excuse me? When have I ever not argued with you?”
“You’re still groggy.”
“How will you get to work tomorrow?”
“Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”