Chapter 7
PREGNANCY HORMONES ARE ACE!
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That adorably loud howling bark sings through the air when I ring the doorbell. It's almost enough to make me smile because that goofy dog is too cute for his own good. But I'm too damn nervous to smile right now.
It’s only been a week since Shari told me she was pregnant, and although we’ve been texting and calling pretty much every day, I don’t know what to expect for the next few days whilst I’m here.
I swipe my sweaty palms on my jeans just as Shari opens the door, and an overexcited haze of fur circles my legs, so I bend down to pet him behind the ears.
“Hey.” A tentative smile. She's clearly just as nervous as I am and for some reason, that helps.
“Hi. Your dog really sheds a lot, hey? I mean, I've only been here for thirty seconds and I'm already covered,” I say, somewhat bewildered as I try to brush the fur off and follow her inside.
She manages a soft chuckle. “Yeah, sorry about that. He's going through a proper moult right now. But he does also shed like it's going out of fashion all year round.”
“What breed is he? I meant to ask last time, but…well, we had bigger things to discuss.”
“Oh, we’re not a hundred percent sure because he’s a rescue, but the vet’s best guess is some sort of Labrador-Greyhound mix. Apparently known as a Greyador, which is a ridiculous but adorable portmanteau.”
“Well, I never would have thought to put those two breeds together! But I can kind of see it, now you’ve said.”
Stepping through the door, the first thing I notice is the sweet, floral scent, and I spy a reed diffuser on the hallway table that says ‘jasmine’ on the label. It smells just like Shari’s perfume and may be my new addiction.
I take off my shoes, set my bag on the floor next to them, and take a look around. Emotions were running too high for me to take much notice of Shari's house when I was here last week.
The floor is a dark walnut throughout the whole of the ground floor from what I can see, and the walls are painted a soft grey.
A pale beige L-shaped sofa and two armchairs are arranged around a glass-topped coffee table in front of the TV, and a large grey rug to match the walls defines the whole living space.
On the right-hand side of the room is a stunning live-edge dining table with black resin running through the middle, and four chairs in a similar colour to the sofa are placed on either side.
The walls continue in the same pale grey colour, since it's really all one room, but the main wall behind the dining set is a mishmash of natural grey and beige stone in varying shapes and sizes with black mortar running between them.
She notices me gaping. “I love this wall so much. It was probably one of the biggest selling points for the house, to be honest. I just love how organic the pattern is, but I painted the mortar black myself to really set it off. I think it looks great, anyways.” It really does.
The kitchen sits off in a room past the dining area, and from the glimpse I can see through the door, the units are a rich royal blue with white marble worktops.
The whole house has a welcoming and homely feel to it, but with beautifully elegant details. A bit like the woman who owns it.
We stare at each other for a while before she blinks and I have the strongest urge to shout I win! I manage to keep it inside though because I'm a grown-up like that.
“Shall I show you to your room? You don't have to hang out with me, you're welcome to hide away or take a shower, or if you want to watch TV uninterrupted, I can go and hide in my room with a book. Have you eaten yet? Are you hungry? I can make you something, or we could order in if you want. What kind of food—”
“Shari. Breathe. I haven't eaten, but I don't want you to worry about cooking.
We can just order something if you're hungry, too.
If not, I can just have beans on toast or whatever you have in your cupboards.
And I don't want to hide away from you. The whole point of me being here is that I want to know you, and I can't do that if we're in different rooms.”
She blows out a slow breath and wipes her hands on her pyjamas.
How am I only just noticing her outfit now?
I must have been distracted because, damn.
She's wearing adorable soft pink shorts and a matching baggy t-shirt, and she looks cute as a button.
Her hair is in a messy bun on her head, her face is makeup-free, and those tan legs seem to go on for miles.
My gaze snags on her chest for a moment because fuck.
..she's not wearing a bra and her nipples are trying to greet me. Hey ladies, I missed you too.
I drag my eyes back up to her face and clear my throat. “It would be great if I can dump my bag in the room and get changed, then we can order some food and just hang. Is that ok?”
A couple hours later, we've finished our Chinese takeaway and we're playing a version of twenty questions.
Except it's been more like two-hundred questions, especially for Shari.
She has such a natural curiosity for everything, and her near-interrogation actually makes me feel cherished and seen, weirdly.
But as the night has progressed, I've gotten more and more in my own head, and my nerves about our first scan in a few weeks and everything that comes afterwards are starting to fray.
“Brad. Braaad. Bradley.” I guess she's been calling my name for a while and I zoned out. Bugger.
“My name isn’t short for Bradley.”
“Are you sure? That sounds like the kind of thing a Bradley would say.”
“I’m sure,” I say, with the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
“Brandon, then.”
“Wouldn’t that be Bran or Brand?”
“Oh shit, yeah. Ok…Bradathan?”
There is an undeniable grin on my face now. “No, not Bradathan. Which cannot possibly be a real name.”
“No? Are you positive? People be weird, Bradiel. People be weird.”
This pulls a full laugh from me. “I like your weird, Blaze.”
“I like your weird too, Conbrad,” she says with a blinding smile, a shallow dimple just peeking in her right cheek.
We stare at each other for a tense moment of silence, my heart rate kicking up in time with Shari's breathing.
She's sitting sideways on the sofa with her legs tucked against her, and it would be so easy for me to reach out and pull one of those long legs across my lap so I can stroke her soft skin.
I want to touch her. I want to kiss her.
And her body language seems to suggest that she wants to kiss me back.
I lean in slowly so she doesn’t startle, and can pull away any time if she isn’t into it. But my god, I hope she doesn’t. The relief is palpable when my lips touch hers, softly at first. Just little nips of each lip, from left to right and back again. Testing the waters.
It becomes clear when she’s had enough of my teasing, though, because she combs her fingers through my hair to cup the back of my head and pulls me flush with her chest. Her beautiful, soft, and delicious tits pressed against me.
Her lips part and her tongue licks a demand along the seam of my lips.
I smile into the kiss before I devour her.
It’s not tentative or gentle, it’s not teasing or sweet, it’s a claiming.
This mouth is mine. These lips, this tongue, this woman is mine. And she claims me right back.
I reach between us to grab a handful of her generous breasts, and when I flick a thumb over her pebbled nipple, she whimpers.
Interesting. Her nipples weren’t particularly sensitive before, I guess that’s something that’s changed in pregnancy, and I’m going to add it to my arsenal of tricks to win her over.
I break from her delectable mouth to suck on her pulse point and kiss a path down her neck, lick my way over the curve of her breast and latch onto a nipple through her top to give extra friction.
Her moans and whimpers get louder, and I can see her rubbing her thighs together from the corner of my eye.
I can't handle it any longer, so I grab her peachy arse in both hands and drag her over to straddle me. So. Much. Better.
With one hand between her shoulder blades for support, I lean her back so I can keep lavishing her breasts with attention. She’s gripping my shoulders so tight that her nails might be piercing my skin, and she can’t stop squirming in my lap. Fuck, that’s hot.
When she starts to rock against me, I’m about ready to burst. The heat of her pussy, even through our clothes, is driving me wild.
We must have the same thought because just as I'm about to shift her so I can release my cock from my joggers, she does it for me, pausing for a moment with a cheeky smile. “Superman?”
All my blood is currently south of the equator, so I have no idea what she’s talking about until I follow her line of sight. My boxers. “You really want to talk about my love of fun underwear right now?” I’m not whining. I’m not.
“Hmmm. Good point.”
I let out a low groan as she pumps me a few times, and just about die when she suddenly pulls her shorts and panties aside and presses the tip of my cock into her wet heat. She stops at the tip for a small eternity as her legs start to shake, and oh fuck, is she about to come?
“Blaze, baby. I need you to sit on my cock. I need to be fully inside you when you come. Oh god, oh fuck.”
Yep. I’m dead. Because she sinks all the way down and her pussy is already starting to clench.
I press my thumb hard against her clit and she moans long and loud as she writhes on my dick, coming hard and fast whilst her legs tremble on either side of me.
Her pussy is desperately trying to milk me and fuck, I’m in danger of coming already.
The pressure tingling at the base of my spine a warning.
I want another orgasm from her first, though.
I hold her still on my lap, still firmly sheathed inside her, and kiss her slowly to help calm both of us down.
But before long, my cock starts weeping inside her and I can’t stop myself any longer.
The heat of her driving me out of my mind.
I test out a little thrust and my girl whimpers with a tiny quiver of her pussy walls. Pregnancy hormones are ace!
Without pulling out of her, I flip us over until she's lying down on the cushions, and start to fuck her slowly. Dipping my chin, I capture one of those newly sensitive nipples in my mouth and suck. Hard. She lets out a strangled moan and her pussy clenches again. Damnit, I’m going to need that orgasm from her now because any more of this and she’ll drain me dry before I’m ready.
“How close are you, Blaze? I need you to come for me.”
“Aaggh, shit, that’s the spot! Don’t stop, I’m so close. Suck my nipples again.”
I’m all too happy to oblige, and as I do, I press my thumb against her clit once more, so the pressure increases with every thrust of my hips.
She tightens unbearably around my cock and I’m coming right along with her, our movements frantic and uncoordinated as we chase the feeling to prolong our highs.
My vision is pure static as I recover from the most mind blowing orgasm of my life. Holy fuck.
There's a good chance I passed out from the pleasure, because when I come back to myself I'm lying on my side facing her, but I've scooted down so my head is resting on Shari's chest. She's stroking my hair whilst I listen to her heartbeat and rhythmic breathing, and it strikes me that I don't know if I've ever been this content.
I'm too scared to break the spell, so I just lie there, tracing patterns on her tiny bump and kissing her sternum every few breaths.
Before I'm ready, Shari slips out from underneath me and walks away without a word.
My heart sinks. I want to try with this woman.
I really want to give us a go, but I don't even know how to broach the subject.
The one time I've even hinted at it, she brushed me off, citing some excuse or other that circles back to our age gap.
I guess I hoped this was her changing her mind, but clearly, she only wants to have fun with her raging hormones.
I'm about to dive into a bucket of self pity when I hear a toilet flush, and before long she's standing in front of me. Still dressed – because apparently we couldn't even wait to get naked – but with wet spots on her nipples and crotch. A pleased smirk takes over my face.
“Wipe that smug smile off your face,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “or we won't be doing it again.” She holds her hand out and I stare at it dumbly for a fraction of a second before I launch myself at her, picking her up bridal style and running up the stairs with her squealing laughter trailing behind us.