Chapter 22
GRACE
One Month Later
“Grrr.” I slam my head back on my pillow in frustration.
Why is nothing fucking working? Everyone warns you about the sickness and the tender boobs, but nobody tells you that your libido goes into mega drive.
I’ve spent the past hour trying to get myself off, and nothing seems to be working.
I’m a victim of my own fucking cause. It was my idea to put this space between us, and now all I crave is his hands, his mouth, and his fucking cock!
I throw off the duvet and stand up, wondering how I’m going to stop the hollow throb in my lower stomach.
Jack’s been avoiding me more and more; hell knows what he’s working on outside, but it seems to take up all the hours of his day. I’m fucking jealous. Jealous because I want that time just as much as I want his attention.
“You're making me crazy,” I talk down to my stomach. “Of all the things you could make me want, why does it have to be him?” I could burst into tears from frustration, but that's not gonna help. I need to take some control; approach this problem differently.
Instead of trying to avoid thinking of Jack, maybe I should embrace my thoughts, allow my imagination to help relieve me. There has to be something I can do to get over whatever curse this is.
Jack has friends over playing poker tonight; it’s still early, they’ll be in the games room for hours.
I do recall him telling me that I’m welcome to use the enormous free-standing bath that's in his room anytime I wanted, so in the hope of releasing some pressure, I grab myself a towel and make my way across the hall.
Perhaps being surrounded by his things, submerging myself in bubbles that smell like him, will aid me in getting the result I need.
“Holy shit!” I gasp when I open his bedroom door and find him already in the tub, that perfect fucking body that's engraved in my brain covered in bubbles and looking incredibly enticing.
“Evening, wife.” He smiles sarcastically, taking a sip from the whiskey glass in his hand.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were playing poker.” I drop my eyes to the floor to avoid looking at him. “You said I could… I was just going to take a soak, but I can grab a show—”
“Don’t be silly. I’m done here anyway.” He stands up without any warning, revealing his naked body and reminding me of how huge his cock is.
He rolls his tongue around his cheek cockily as I fail at resisting, taking in that broad, hairy chest that tapers into the perfectly sculptured abs, hungrily.
He looks incredible, covered with white fluffy bubbles, and when my eyes lower to his cock, I hear my pussy scream at me for being so fucking stubborn.
“You’re blushing, Gracie girl.” He laughs as he steps out over the edge and grabs a towel.
“I don’t know why. You’ve seen it all before.
What’s got you looking so intrigued?” I start slowly backing out of the door, but he comes straight for me, wrapping the towel around his waist, then lifting his arms up to rest on the door frame above my head.
I’m sure it's no accident that his biceps hang in front of me, begging to be squeezed.
“Craving something, pretty girl?” he questions, causing me to make a shameless gulping sound.
“I just came in here for a bath,” I whisper weakly
“Why so bashful?” He steps out of my way, clearing a path for me to enter.
“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting to find you here. I should have asked, or at least knocked before I entered.” I can’t take my eyes off that V that disappears beneath his towel.
“You want me to run you some fresh water?” he asks, taking the towel from my hand and hanging it neatly on the chair in the corner.
“I could draw the perfect bath to relax you; one that's not too hot.” He slides his hand into the front of my robe, skimming his fingers across the skin on my stomach and making me hold my breath.
“I could just get in your water, I really don’t mind.” In fact, I like the idea; I’ve wanted to feel close to him for so long, and it’s the closest I can allow myself to get.
“You sure?” he checks.
“I’m sure.” I nod as he takes his hand away and readjusts his towel.
“Then I guess I should leave you to it, I’ll just throw on some—”
“Stay,” I call out, louder and way more desperate than I intended.
“Stay?” He frowns, pretending to be confused when he knows perfectly well what he’s doing.
“Like you said, we’ve seen it all before.” Slowly, I undo the tie around my waist and let my robe drop to the floor. My head is screaming at me for venturing into his game, but my pussy is doing a victory dance.
I feel much more in control when his eyes glance down at my body, and he takes it all in.
“Your tits have grown. I thought I’d noticed it the other day, but wondered if it was in my head.” I see him tense his fists, desperate to reach out and touch them as I back up and sink into his bath.
“They’ve been tender.” I take one in my hand and gently squeeze it, watching him close his eyes as his cock twitches.
“Your tummy’s filled out a little too; nothing too noticeable, unless you’ve been looking out for it.”
“And have you been looking, husband?” I slide my hand lower, ensuring his musky-smelling bubbles spread across its flat surface.
“Every day,” he confesses, taking a few steps closer and lightly drawing a circle around my abdomen with his fingertips. “Pregnancy suits you already.” He narrows his eyes, like I’ve wounded him, and although I know this is a real dumb mistake, I decide I’ve only just got started.
“You know what the worst part is?” I let my hand slip between my legs and start to stroke my clit.
“Tell me.” He watches my hand move so intently, and just having his attention makes it feel so much better.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” I shake my head.
“All you have to do is ask.” His fingers stroke a little lower, touching my pelvic bone and making me all the more desperate.
“I want to make the rest of our time together as comfortable as I can for you. I told you that I want to take care of you. You just have to let me.”
He leans his head closer so his lips almost touch mine.
“Just say the words. Ask,” he whispers
“It's a bad idea, Jack,” I warn, knowing that I won’t be able to hold off; it’s been months since I’ve felt anywhere close to this good.
“Does it feel like a bad idea?” His hand spreads my thighs apart, and he teases the inside of them, his finger stroking so close to where I want them, but not quite reaching.
“Please.” The word tumbles out helplessly.
“Please, what?” He smiles, ensuring I endure a little more suffering.
“Take care of me.” I let the words go, along with my sense and my pride, dropping all my defences and giving in.
“Good girl.” His hand replaces mine, stroking through my pussy lips with the perfect amount of pressure.
“Are you going to let me worship this hot, pregnant body?” he asks, kissing me as he massages my clit.
“Yes.”
“Not just tonight; whenever you need. You don’t deny yourself anymore.”
I shake my head and let him continue. “You’re going to come so fucking easy.” He mocks me, but I don’t care. Right now, I’m getting what I want. I can feel bad about it tomorrow.
“Squeeze those tits again, Gracie girl. Show me how much they’ve grown.”
“Touch them yourself.” I take his free hand and place it on top of one, not caring that it hurts a little when he squeezes.
“Fuck,” he growls into my mouth. “They’re perfect, you're perfect. Look at you.”
“Fuck me, Jack.” I don’t hold back, because I need more.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I nod. Turning around, gripping the edge of the bath, and resting on my knees.
“You know, we haven’t fucked since you became my wife,” he points out, keeping me ass up and waiting.
“Look at you on all fours, in my bath; this desperate little pussy all swollen from all the attempts you've made at getting yourself off. I should punish you; make you wait.”
“Please.” I look over my shoulder at him.
“I’m not going to do that, I’m going to be kind.” I feel the water splash against the side as he climbs in behind me, but instead of his cock, I feel his warm, wet tongue press between my legs and lick through my seam.
“What are you doing, Jack?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m tasting my pregnant wife. Does she have a problem with that?” He pauses for me to answer before getting back to making my thighs tremble. I grip the bath edge harder as I feel all the pressure I've been carrying start to release.
“Don’t come yet, don’t you fucking dare. I want my cock inside you when you come.”
I nod my head and breathe myself calm, knowing that I won’t be able to hold off for long.
“This pussy tastes so much sweeter now.” He reaches his arm up between my legs so he can stroke my tummy while he licks me. “Pregnancy tastes as good on you as it looks.”
“Jack, I’m going to come,” I warn him.
“No, you're not, you’re going to hold it. You can hold it back for me,” he tells me in that soft, but authoritative tone that never fails to make me give in to what he wants.
“Good girl, breathe.” He exhales a breath against my entrance and makes it impossible for me to focus.
“You can do this, you just have to wait a little longer.”
“Why?” I look over my shoulder again, wondering why he’s punishing me.
“Because it’s going to feel so much better,” he promises, standing up behind me on his knees and letting his hard cock take over the teasing of his tongue.
“Fuck, Jack, that feels so good.” I slam my hand against the porcelain.
“You're dripping all over my cock, pretty girl. Pregnancy makes you so fucking desperate.” I don’t deny it, just drop my head between my arms and pray he doesn’t leave me waiting much longer.
“You like that friction? You like feeling this big, heavy cock that knocked you up, sliding against you, stroking your clit, and working you closer?”
“Put it in,” I beg him, feeling my walls throbbing.
“Ask nicer.”
“Please, Jack,” I growl in frustration. I swear I’m going to make him pay for this. “Ple–aaaaahhhh!” I moan loudly when he slowly pushes inside me, filling me all the way and holding my hips tight against his.
“Better?” he checks, reaching over my body to kiss my shoulder.
I nod my head as his hand grabs hold of one of my tits and he starts to thrust, slow, steady, and so fucking perfectly I could cry.
“Look up, princess,” he whispers, and when I do as he says and see the mirror in front of me, I smile at our reflection.
“Eyes on me, I want to watch your face when you come.” He keeps a steady pace, watching me lose control; kneading my tit with one hand and gripping my hip with the other.
I scream out loud when I finally get that relief I've been so desperate for, and I don’t care who hears or that I had to beg for it.
“Turn around,” Jack orders, quickly spinning me around so I’m eyelevel with that huge cock of his.
“I’ve thought so many times about coming on that pretty little tongue. Open wide for me.” He pumps his cock through his fist, as I look up at him through my lashes and hold my mouth open. “You have no idea what you do to me, Gracie.” He forces out his words as he spurts all over my tongue.
“That’s what you do,” he whispers, crouching down in the bath in front of me and strokes my tongue with two of his fingers.
“Swallow me,” he orders, and without hesitation, I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck them clean as I swallow hard.
“Good girl.” He grasps my chin and kisses my mouth, tasting himself on my tongue and breathing his own sigh of relief. He stays silent for the longest time, his eyes closed and our noses aligned.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He suddenly pulls back. “I didn’t think…has that made you feel sick?” He’s got a real sweet, concerned look on his face that makes me laugh as I shake my head.
“Actually, it didn’t. It tastes better than Mary’s broccoli soup.” We both laugh as Jack rests back in the bath, so we’re lying top to tail.
“You miss me?” he asks, trapping my ribs between his feet in case I give him the wrong answer.
“You know I have, but it doesn’t make doing this right. It’s just gonna complicate things.”
“Things are already complicated,” he reminds me, sitting forward and placing his hands on my waist so he can drag me closer to him. I feel his cock still hard, beneath the water, resting between my legs, and already feel like I need it back inside me.
“I promise not to fall in love with you.” He crosses his thumb and pinkie, holding up a three-finger salute in between.
“I’m very lovable,” I warn him, trying to keep things light-hearted. I can’t risk the hurt this could cause, but at the same time, I never expected to need him the way I do. For the first time in weeks, I feel normal again.
“Just let me be what you need. It’s the least I can do.” My stomach flutters when he raises my body just enough above the surface for him to kiss my tummy.
“Well, since you are my husband…” I smirk back at him, and he makes me gasp in shock when he climbs over my body and kisses me again.
“Damn straight, and I think it’s time your husband made you come again.” He smiles against my lips as he slides his cock back inside me.