by Lili Valente
Too impatient to wait for her to meet me upstairs, I end up tossing the food in the fridge myself as I kiss her against the freezer door. I kiss her across the kitchen, up the stairs, tugging her shirt over her head and popping the clasp on her bra so I can play with her nipples as I guide her down the long hall to the master bath, loving the way she trembles as I knead and pluck and tease.
“You have to stop touching me, or I won’t be able to walk,” she says, the hunger in her voice making my blood race faster. “Seriously, Alexi, my legs are turning to jelly. I don’t know how much—” Her words end in a gasp as I scoop her into my arms and carry her the rest of the way down the hall.
“You won’t be able to do this in a few months,” she says as I step into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. “I’ll be too big.”
“No, you won’t,” I say, more encouraged by that casual “a few months” than I probably should be.
But fuck, I want this woman, and I want her for longer than a few weeks. Knowing she’s already thinking months, not days, is enough to make my dick do a pulsing, throbbing dance of celebration inside the confines of my jeans.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead and silently praying for the strength not to rush, I sit on the edge of the oversize oval tub with her on my lap, holding tight when she tries to slip away.
“Let me stand up,” she says as I reach over to adjust the water temperature. “I’m in the way.”
“You’re not in the way. You’re in the perfect position.” I bend, pulling one pink nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the beaded flesh as Mandy’s fingers thread back into my hair.
“Oh, my…” Her head falls back, pressing her soft skin closer to my mouth. “I feel that everywhere. Absolutely everywhere…”
“Tell me.” I suckle her deeper, rolling my tongue against her nipple as I cup her other breast in my hand. “Tell me what you feel.”
I roll her second erect tip between my fingers and thumb as I continue to suck and bite the other until Mandy’s arms begin to tremble on either side of my face.
“Tell me, myshka,” I insist, reaching over to shut off the water. “Or I’ll have to stop what I’m doing and help you find your words.”
“Oh, no.” Her words end in a moan. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Then tell me. I want to hear what I make you feel.” I stand, stripping off my clothes as she disposes of the last of hers. Once we’re naked, I lift her again into my arms and step into the bath, settling into the warm water with her back to my front.
“I can start if that helps.” I reach for the soap, working up a lather between my palms before cupping her breasts with slick hands. She sucks in a breath as my fingers glide over her nipples, slipping, tugging, and teasing as I murmur into the damp skin of her neck, “Touching you like this makes me so fucking hard, sweetheart. Feeling your breasts heavy in my hands and your nipples tight beneath my fingers, seeing your skin flush pink as I make you hot for me…”
She moans softly, chest rising and falling faster as I intensify my erotic torture, circling both nipples at the same time.
“All I want to do is get inside you,” I continue, voice thick with need, “to feel your body tight on my cock, but I’m making myself wait. Do you know why?”
“Why?” She squirms beneath my touch, breasts lifting, hips circling, the movement bringing the curve of her ass into intimate contact with where I ache.
I thrust forward, letting her feel what she does to me as I soap her nipples until they’re so slick my hands glide across her breasts with only the barest hint of resistance. “Because I love the sounds you make. I love hearing you get turned on, hearing you beg for my cock with every whimper and moan.”
Her sigh ends in a groan as I pinch her nipples tight, and we both laugh. Laughter and sex aren’t things that usually go together in my mind, but hearing her husky laugh echoing through the warm air as I slide my hand over the curve of her belly and down between her legs is enough to make me even more desperate to be buried deep inside her sweet body.
“No, it’s my turn.” She puts her hand over mine, stopping me before I can get to work coaxing more sexy, under-my-control sounds from her pretty mouth. “I want to make you come first this time.”
“I don’t want to come first,” I insist as she turns, shifting onto her knees between my legs in the water.
“That’s not what this is saying.” She grips my cock, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure, making my head fall back against the edge of the tub. “This is telling me you could use some relief.”
“I don’t want relief; I want to be inside you,” I mutter, but when she urges my hips higher until the head of my cock breaks the surface of the water, I don’t try to stop her.
“Soon.” She holds my next breath captive as she leans down, pressing a single, sexy kiss to the tip of me. “But first I want you in my mouth.”
I curse as I reach down, gathering her hair in one hand, keeping it out of the way so I can watch. Yes, I want to fuck her. I need to fuck her like nothing I’ve needed in longer than I can remember. But I’m not a super hero. I do not, at this point in my life, possess the strength to tell a woman whose lips are parting around my cock not to suck me inside, not to roll her hot tongue over my aching length or cup my balls in her wicked fingers as she takes me higher, higher, until I’m so close to exploding it feels like my nerve endings are catching fire and the pressure in my balls is going to do permanent damage.
But I refuse to come in her mouth. I refuse to lose control until I’ve felt her body clutching mine, heard her scream my name as she finds her pleasure.
“Here. Up here. Now.” I fist my hand in her hair, drawing her up my body and fusing my mouth with hers as I flick the lever at the other end of the bath with my foot, sending the water rushing out.
“I wasn’t finished,” Mandy says against my lips, words ending a swift intake of breath as I find her nipples with my fingers and nudge her legs apart with my thigh. “I wanted to make you come, Alexi.”
“You’re going to make me come.” I reach down, positioning my cock at her entrance, waiting until the water drops below my hips before I guide her down.
As I glide into her slick, tight heat, I’m afraid, for a moment that I won’t be able to hold on. I’m so close to coming my mouth is filled with a sweet, salty taste and my chest is tight, my lungs in lock-down mode until I give my body what it so desperately needs.
But then Mandy cups my face in her hands and whispers, “Oh God, Alexi, it’s so good. Even better than I remembered,” and I find the strength to step away from the edge.
I refuse to come too soon. I refuse to do anything to ruin this for her.
“You’re perfect.” I kiss her with the words as I bring my hand to the small of her back, pressing down each time she shifts forward, urging her clit tighter to my pubic bone. “I love feeling how wet you are, myshka.”
“You make me so wet. So wet.”
“And tight.” I groan as she rocks faster, harder. “Fuck, Mandy. Fuck, you’re incredible. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yes, yes.” Her voice catches, and a whimper sounds at the back of her throat. “Oh God, Alexi. I’m close, I’m already so close.”
I moan my encouragement as I recapture her mouth, swirling my tongue against hers as I buck into her slick, sinful softness, meeting each forward thrust of her hips with a roll of mine until her body tenses and her lips part in a cry of release. I devour the sound, ravaging her mouth as I grip her ass tight, pinning her close as my cock jerks hard, filling her pussy with my come. The orgasm is so intense I see stars, hear static, feel numb everywhere but in the place where we’re joined, where her desire and mine are making a hot, sticky mess I never want to clean up.
“Oh my God,” she sighs moments later, her head heavy on my shoulder and her body limp and pliant on top of mine.
I smooth her hair from her face. “Good?”
“Good,” sh
e agrees, before adding in a huskier voice, “Again?”
“Again,” I agree with a smile as I draw her into another kiss. And then another.
This time, we turn the shower on and take our time soaping every inch of each other before I spin Mandy to face the cool tiles and come into her from behind. I take her slow and deep, with my cock working between her legs and my fingers rolling her clit, and when she comes, I’m there to hold her up when her knees buckle, wrapping my arm tight beneath her breasts.
We finish in my bed, with her damp hair spread out on my pillow as I eat her pussy, making her come twice more before I finally allow myself to push inside her again. Pinning her wrists to the mattress over her head, I fuck her like I mean it, rolling my hips as I hold her orgasm-drugged gaze, silently promising her that it’s only going to get better, hotter. And when I come, she’s right there with me, gasping my name as I fill her with the evidence of how crazy she makes me.
Crazy. It’s all crazy, everything that’s happened since the night we met, but so far, I wouldn’t change a minute of it.
“Should I go back to the pool house?” Mandy asks, hand in mine as we lie side by side, remembering how to breathe.
“Don’t you dare.” I draw her closer, until her cheek is on my chest. “Stay.”
“But we have rules…”
“No rules right now. Let’s just relax and…see where things go.”
She hums softly. “I can do that. Especially if things go as well as they went tonight.”
I grunt as I hug her closer. “Wait until I get ahold of you on a day when I haven’t had practice, I’m going to redefine your understanding of the word stamina.”
“That sounds a little scary,” she says with a laugh. “You realize I’m ridiculously out of shape, right? As in, occasional fast-walking is the extent of my fitness regimen?”
“You’re perfect,” I say, reaching around to cup her breast.
“You can’t possibly be capable…” She shivers. “Already?”
“Already.” I brush my finger over her nipple, she sighs, and I smile as I roll on top of her, ready to show her just what I’m capable of.
Chapter 12
Five weeks later…
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From the texts of Amanda Esposito
and Diana Daniels-Nowicki
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Diana: Good morning, Preggers. You awake yet?
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Amanda: Of course I’m awake. It’s ten thirty in the morning. Just because I’m not working at the moment, doesn’t mean I loll about in bed all day.
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Diana: Hey, you are too working! You’re creating an entirely new human being. You’re turning FOOD into a PERSON! That’s amazing shit right there.
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Amanda: I would rather be turning nursing skills into a paycheck, but thank you.
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Diana: Paycheck, shmay-check.
You’ve got more in your savings account that I’ll ever have. I say you should loll as much as you want until the baby comes. Loll like a rock star.
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Amanda: Do rock stars loll?
When I think of rock stars, I think of more active, destructive activities.
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Diana: Of course they loll. First, they rock out, party hard, and trash the hotel room. But after that, they loll. They have to, in order to work up the energy to start the cycle of rocking, partying, and lolling all over again.
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Amanda: Makes sense.
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Diana: I make a lot of sense sometimes.
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Amanda: But only sometimes.
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Diana: Is that why you haven’t taken me up on my offer to treat you to lunch? Because I only make sense sometimes? If so, I can add more fiber into my diet. Fiber increases your ratio of sense-making, I hear.
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Amanda: Don’t you dare. I wouldn’t love you nearly as much if you made sense all the time. Please stay exactly the way you are, and forgive me for being a weird creeper who doesn’t want to leave her backyard.
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Diana: That’s not weird. I’ve seen Petrov’s backyard. That’s one sweet ass backyard. Nearly as sweet as the ass on the man himself…
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Amanda: Ew, you’re married!
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Diana: Doesn’t mean I can’t objectively observe that a man other than my husband has a delectable backside.
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Amanda: Gag! Stop! You’re doing this on purpose.
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Diana: Doing what? Noticing that your baby daddy has a smoking hot bod?
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Amanda: You’re trying to trick me into spilling the dirt, but it’s not going to work. I admit to nothing, I confess nothing, I will share nothing. I refuse to jinx this with idle gossip.
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Diana: SQUEE! I knew it! You and Petrov are dating!!
Tanner said he saw you pick Petrov up after practice the other day! And that you were dressed in a cute little sweater dress with cowgirl boots at the time AND had red lipstick on! And he knew that there was nothing wrong with Petrov’s truck, and I know you never wear red lipstick unless you’re prepping to get your pounce on, so together we assembled the clues and solved the mystery!
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Amanda: Or we could have been platonically heading to a doctor’s appointment to receive news on the well-being of our fetus and figured it would be easier to find parking at the clinic if we shared a ride.
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Diana: No! I refuse to believe that, Amanda. You were going on a hot date!
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Amanda: A hot date to the OB/GYN’s office. Where I got to pee in a cup, have my belly measured, and learn I’m gaining weight at a faster-than-average rate and should try to slow my eating roll in advance of my next appointment.
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Diana: NO! Fuck those bastards. You’re beautiful and perfect, and you deserve to eat as much ice cream as you want.
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Amanda: Thank you, but I think it’s the cake that’s doing me in. Alexi’s got a lot of gourmet toys in his kitchen, and unfortunately for my waistline, he knows exactly how to use them.
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Diana: That sounded awfully dirty coming from a woman who’s on purely friendly terms with the baker in question.
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Amanda: Yeah, well…
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Diana: Yeah, well what? Throw me a bone, woman, or I’m going to have to leave the office right now and prod the truth out of you face-to-face, which would put me even further behind on this new ad campaign.
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Amanda: How’s the beer selling going, by the way?
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Diana: Awesome, best job ever, don’t you dare try to change the subject. I need to know if my best friend is dating her baby daddy and feeling hopeful about the future, or if she’s moping alone in her pool house stressed out and miserable and in need of a girls’ night to assure her that she’s going to be a wonderful mother with or without a man in the picture.
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Amanda: Oh, Alexi’s going to be in the picture, no matter what else happens. He’s made that abundantly clear.
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Diana: Well, that’s good, right?
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Amanda: It’s wonderful. He’s wonderful.
Completely, fantastically wonderful.
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Diana: Oh…my…God…
You’re in love with him, aren’t you?
You’re in love with Petrov and his fine ass!
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Amanda: Stop talking about his ass!
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Diana: Why? Because it’s your ass and you’re feeling all angry and territorial about another woman alluding to your man’s tremendous backside?
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Amanda: You’re not alluding to anything. You’re flat-out being gross.
How would you like it if I went on and on about Tanner’s butt?
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Diana: HA! So you a
dmit it! You and Petrov are in a relationship!
I trapped you in my clever trap!
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Amanda: You’re the worst, you know that? The very worst.
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Diana: No, I’m not, I’m the very best! Because now you have someone to talk to about your relationship drama instead of hiding out alone in your pool house and shunning my gestures of friendship because you knew I would realize that you’re in love the second I laid eyes on your pretty face.
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Amanda: There is no relationship drama. Don’t jinx it!
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Diana: You can’t jinx love, babes. Love isn’t that fragile.
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Amanda: Yeah, well, that hasn’t exactly been my experience up until now.
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Diana: That’s because you haven’t had the real thing yet. Trust me, once you find the real thing, you don’t have to tiptoe around hoping the ice is going to hold. The real thing is made of sturdy stuff. And Alexi seems like a pretty sturdy guy.
I mean, just judging by the muscle mass of his backside alone…
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Amanda: Ha. Ha. You’re sooooo funny.
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Diana: Just trying to lighten the mood. Seriously, you know I have no interest in your man’s body parts. The only part of him I’m interested in is the part where he treats you like a princess and makes you feel special and safe and happy and excited about having this baby together.
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Amanda: We might actually be having it together, Diana…
Together together.
I’m meeting his grandmother this weekend.
Because he wants me to meet her, this woman he’s closer to than anyone else in the world.
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Diana: AW! That’s the sweetest thing ever!
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Amanda: He’s so sweet. Sexy and sweet and funny, and he disposes of spiders like a knight in shining armor.
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Diana: Spider disposal skills are SO sexy.
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Amanda: They really are.
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Diana: Tanner killed one for me in the shower during our practice honeymoon. It was so hot I had to pounce him right there, in the water, with the crushed corpse still twitching on the tile by his feet.