Chapter 24 Brady
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It’s finally happening. After five months, the last two of which have been absolute torture, I get to have Sage again.
I drive back to the apartment on autopilot, the pancakes and bacon I ate already forgotten.
All I can think of is the taste of Sage’s pussy and the sounds she makes when she comes.
I’ve gone longer without sex in the past, but this is different.
This is the mother of my child. The woman I’m falling for.
The woman I want to be in my life now and forever.
I want her with a desperation I’ve never felt before. And thank God she seems to feel the same way.
The second the door closes behind us, Sage whirls on me, her fingers grabbing at the hem of my shirt and impatiently pushing it up over my head. Her lips and hands land on my bare chest. I kick off my shoes as she slips out of hers, and then I’m lifting her up in my arms.
“Wait,” she gasps, and I freeze. She wiggles to be set down, and I do, confused about what’s making her change her mind all of a sudden. But then she kisses me again, hard and fast.
“I have to pee so bad. Our daughter is tap dancing on my bladder.”
She darts away without another word, disappearing into the spare bathroom, and my head falls forward as I choke out a pained laugh. My dick is so hard in my pants, and I palm it with a grimace. Now what? Do I wait here? Do I go to the bedroom?
Before I can decide, the bathroom door opens again and Sage pops out.
Minus her clothes.
I stand there staring at her as she reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp on her bra. It falls to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of barely visible lace underwear, partially hidden by the swell of her stomach.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my feet finally remembering how to move. I walk over to her and cup her cheeks in my hands. She slides hers around my waist, tugging me in close so that her belly is pressed against me, skin to skin, for the first time since January.
“Make love to me, Brady.”
I kiss her, softly at first, then more firmly, until I’m drunk off her kisses. Then I scoop her up again and carry her to our bedroom.
We don’t talk. Not while I set her down on the foot of the bed, and not while I drop to my knees and trail my lips down her neck, over the soft skin of her collarbone. My hands find her breasts, feeling the weight of them, heavier than I remember.
Sage gasps and arches her back with a moan when I lightly skim over her nipples. I remember how much she loved having her tits played with last time, and apparently pregnancy has made them even more sensitive.
“Too much?” I ask.
“God no,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.
That’s all I needed to hear. Bending down, I close my lips around one nipple and suck. My other hand is teasing her other breast while her body undulates underneath me.
“Oh yes, oh my God,” she moans, her hold tightening in my hair to the point of pain. “Brady!” she shrieks when I close my teeth gently on the swell of her breast. “Yes!”
Her breathy cries become a soundtrack to her pleasure as I play with her, remembering just what made her pant and moan last time, as well as finding plenty of new things.
“Holy crap, oh my God, I’m gonna come.” Shock colours her tone, but I don’t stop. Don’t pause what I’m doing for a single second until I feel her body shudder through an orgasm. When her fingers relax their death grip on my hair, I lift my head up after one last kiss to her breast.
“That’s a first,” she manages to say. “I mean, I’ve always enjoyed that, but I’ve never orgasmed just from someone playing with my tits.”
“Ah, but I’m not just someone,” I tease before standing and pulling her up to stand as well. “I’m the man who’s going to worship every inch of this beautiful body, the one that’s growing our child.” I move slowly, crouching back down, but this time, tugging her panties down as well.
“Every. Single. Inch.” I punctuate each word with a kiss on her swollen stomach. My hands stroke the taut skin reverently. “You’re a goddess. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
I stand back up, but my hands stay glued to her stomach, caressing the sides of it reverently. “Lie down on the bed, little mama.”
Sage immediately complies, and while she settles herself against the pillows I strip down to my underwear, only leaving them on as a last barrier in case Sage decides to pump the brakes.
Then I climb onto the bed and crawl in between her legs.
I stretch out on my stomach and lift her legs, one by one, to drape them over my shoulders.
Pressing kisses to her inner thighs, the crease of her hips, and the lower swell of her belly, I slowly move my lips closer to her glistening pussy.
“Brady, please,” Sage whimpers, and I’m done for. I’ll give this woman anything and everything she asks for, no matter what.
But especially this.
I flatten my tongue and swipe it up her slit, groaning at how good she tastes. She cries my name again, this time grasping at the sheets instead of my hair. I can’t see her face over her belly, but I don’t need to. I know what she wants.
I remember clearly what drove her wild the last time we were together. And I pull out all the stops, devouring her like my favourite dessert.
When I swirl my tongue around her clit, her thighs clench around my head. I dip inside her entrance, and she shakes. And when I slide a finger inside of her while simultaneously sucking her clit into my mouth, her entire body goes stiff before she plummets into yet another orgasm.
That makes two, and I haven’t even got my dick wet. Not that I’m complaining. Hell, even if this is where we stop, I’m happy. Making Sage fall apart is an unreal sort of high. Like hitting a homer in the championship game and clinching the win.
Making it happen twice?
That’s a grand slam.
I soothe her through her orgasm until I feel her body relax.
Only then do I slowly lower her legs from my shoulders, massaging them gently.
Moving to lie on my side next to her, I bring one of my hands to rest on her belly, which she covers with her own as she turns a dreamy smile my way, reaching up with her other hand to pull my head down so we can kiss.
We stay like that for a while, simply kissing and touching each other, exploring without a care. When Sage’s hand travels down my body, her nails lightly raking over my stomach, I stop her.
“We don’t have to do anything more. I’m good, I swear.” I kiss her forehead.
But Sage doesn’t move her hand away from the waistband of my underwear. No, instead, she pulls at the elastic and lets it snap back on my skin.
“Well, I’m not,” she pouts. Her fingers curl underneath the band and she tugs them down, as best she can from her position. “I want you.”
I take over, shucking my underwear quickly. “You’ve got me, Hurricane.”
But as I move between her legs, I pause. “Wait. Do we need a condom? I mean, not for the whole, you know.” I gesture to her belly. “And I’m good, the team did a full workup when I moved here. But if you want, I can wear one.”
Sage is already shaking her head and tugging on my shoulders. “No. Don’t need one. Just need you.”
I line myself up and slowly start to ease my way inside, dropping my forehead down to rest against hers. “Fuck, Sage. You feel so damn perfect.” I pull back slightly, then push in farther. “Heaven,” I groan once I’m fully inside.
I set up a slow but steady pace, moving in and out of her, feeling her pussy hug my dick tightly.
I’ve read a lot of books and articles, all of which reassured the reader that having sex during pregnancy was completely safe.
Still, I hold back, keeping my weight off her and my thrusts gentle, yet thorough.
At least, I do until Sage growls my name.
“Brady, fuck me harder, please. I need you.”
It’s the second time she’s said that, and the words act like a chisel, breaking away the barrier stopping me from giving her what we both want.
My next thrust is stronger. And then the next, stronger still. Until her cries turn wild with passion, her heels digging into my ass, pushing me on.
“I’m gonna come,” I grunt when I feel my balls tighten.
“Me too,” she moans, and I rear back in disbelief. Again?
I screw my eyes shut when I can’t hold back, my orgasm barreling through me. “Sage!” I groan out her name, the flutter of her pussy clenching around me as she comes extending my own release. Eventually, my hips come to a stop, and I fall to the side, spent in more ways than one.
“Shit,” I pant, turning my head to look at her. “That was…”
“Mm-hmm,” she says, licking her lips. “Wow.”
I move in and kiss her lips before dragging my ass out of bed and going to the bathroom to get a cloth. I help Sage clean up, before climbing back into bed and tugging the sheet up over the two of us.
“Second trimester is fun.” Sage giggles, cuddling into my arms. “I don’t think I’ve ever managed three orgasms in one go.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever hit a triple anywhere but on the field myself.”
She lifts her head and gives me an impish look. “Maybe next time we’ll try for a home run.”
I roll her onto her back and loom over her, kissing the tip of her nose. “Did you just make a baseball sex joke?”
“You did it first.” She laughs as my fingers press into her side, tickling her lightly. “Brady!”
I stop, flopping onto the bed, and pulling her back into my arms. “Okay, I’ll stop. But only because you need to get some sleep before work.”
Sage rolls over and picks up her phone, then sets it back down before moving back to drape her leg over mine, pressing against me. “I mean, I do need to sleep, but not quite yet.”
I arch my eyebrows at her, even as my hand goes to her thigh, drawing her even closer. “Oh really?”
She shakes her head, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. “Nope. We’ve got enough time to see just how much fun we can have.”
Holding her tightly, I roll the two of us so that she’s straddling my hips. “I’m thinking we can hit it out of the park.”