Chapter 28 #2
I reach for the shower knob, letting the water heat while my fingers find the hem of her shirt, then each button, each clasp, until nothing remains between us.
She stands before me, all naked and beautiful.
My fingertips trace the gentle rise and fall of her silhouette, memorizing every curve of her delicious body.
I bring my lips to her stomach. The small roundness of it.
Our child is in there. I stay there for a moment.
Both hands curved around her hips, forehead pressed to her skin.
She runs her hands through my hair. The times we ran into each other, she was always tugging on her shirt.
The parking lot, the café, the campus. I thought it was self-consciousness.
She was hiding our baby. Right there in front of me.
Every time my phone rang, I had to leave.
She always wore a look of disappointment.
Like she had something to say on the tip of her tongue.
“Take off your clothes,” she moans out as I lick my way up to her swollen nipples. I don’t know much about pregnancy, but it seems her breasts are larger.
“Eager?” I ask.
She peels off my shirt, then rushes to unbutton my jeans. Noted. No words needed. Once she has me naked, she eye fucks me, no shyness in her like when we first started up. She drinks me the same way I’m doing to her. Three months felt like three years away from her.
I’m already hard as stone for her. She doesn’t make it easy.
The palms of her hands glide up my chest to the nape.
I hoist her so she doesn’t have to be on her tiptoes, and our lips slant into a slow, steady kiss.
Her legs wrap around my middle, and her nipples drag on my chest, making my body ignite into flames.
The warm water trickles down my spine as her fingers press harder into my shoulders, her breath catching when I pull her closer against the shower wall.
Steadying her, I brush the wet hair close to her eye.
Our kisses become urgent, and my teeth graze her bottom lip as my hand slides up her neck, holding her there. We swallow each other’s moans.
She steadies herself. Warm hands glide up and down, stroking my cock, pulsing at her touch.
I can’t help but moan. She feels so damn good, and we haven’t done anything but kiss.
A flicker of water falls on my eyelids from my head tilted against the wall.
I shift my gaze when her hands brush down my thighs.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out raspy. Sol’s about to kneel. I shake my head at her. “No, I said I would—” My words are cut off with a groan, her mouth sucking on the tip, then she glides up and down.
“Birthday gift from me,” she says, and winks.
Damn, that wink always gets me. Then her mouth goes back to taking me all in.
I grit my teeth as her tongue strokes the underside of my shaft, teasing me.
Her eyelashes flutter as she watches me.
Licking, sucking, and driving me crazy, working me as if she craved it.
Biting my bottom lip, I knot my fingers in her hair, working her head up and down.
“Goddamn, baby,” I groan, bobbing her head.
She looks so pretty with those lips around it.
I’m so close she gags but doesn’t push back.
Sol deep-throats until my hot release floods her lips.
“Swallow,” I demand. She does. I lift her up now, more turned on than I was.
It’s definitely going to be a long night.
Sol
Max drags his lips over mine, tasting himself as he devours me in a satisfied kiss.
“Happy Birthday.” I exhale, trying to catch my breath.
He looks at me like I’m the center of his universe.
“Next year will be better. We’ve never spent a birthday together.
” The times we crossed paths, it was weeks until our birthdays.
“This birthday was amazing. I couldn’t ask for more.”
He kisses my shoulder with such gentleness.
His thick fingers massage my scalp, lathering the shampoo.
My back is pressed to his chest, his hard-on poking at my lower back.
Damn, I’m horny. He’s taking his time washing my hair when all I want to do is climb on him and shove him inside me and suck on that perfect neck.
He reaches for the bodywash setting on the shelf, squeezing it onto my sponge.
When he turns me to face him, the smile on his face makes me melt into a puddle.
“What are you grinning at?” I ask, my smile matching his.
“You make me happy,” he rasps, his eyes darkening, traveling over my body.
I get on my tiptoes and kiss him tenderly. “I love you.” Kiss. “You make me happy, too. Now, can you hurry up with your slow washing? We have some angry fucking to attend to.”
His Adam’s apple bobs with laughter. “I’m trying to stretch out the night,” he says while spraying water on my shoulder to rinse out the suds. “And I want to make up for my cruel words.”
I shrug. “All forgotten. Just don’t do it again.” I cock a brow at him.
“Never again,” he says, turning the water off. Stepping out, he hands me a towel. “I did the math. The baby will be here in December, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
He nods, thinking hard.
I’m about to wrap the towel around when he pulls it away. “You won’t be needing that.”
I squeal when he lifts me, cradling me in his arms like I’m the most delicate thing.
He gently lowers me on the bed, spreading my thighs open.
Max starts at my foot, kissing his way to the throbbing ache.
Those perfectly shaped lips send sparks of pleasure, my body bowing at the sensation.
I gasp when he bites, then sucks at my clit.
My fingers dig in his soft black hair. I rock us back and forth.
His long arms rub at my sensitive nipples, making the pressure build up.
“You taste so fucking good.”
Damn, the sound of his voice vibrating between my legs makes me want to explode. He maps a path with his mouth—hipbone to ribs, to the sensitive curve beneath my breast. Each touch of his tongue burns sweetly, like a drug entering my bloodstream that I never want to be without.
“Those moans of yours, I missed. I dreamt of them every night. Tell me, did you touch yourself thinking of us? Because I did.” His thumb rasps my nipples. “I moaned your name. Every night.” Desire flares in his eyes.
My entire body erupts into flames, and with the image of him alone with my name on his lips, it nearly undoes me. “I did,” I confess. His fingers tug my hard nipples.
“Show me.”
His massive body shifts to the side of me, the heat of his skin radiating against mine like a furnace.
The mattress dips and creaks under his weight as he gets on his knees to watch me.
Oh, the view is amazing from here. Every sculpted ridge on his chest catches the dim light from the closet, casting shadows that trace a map down to where his hips narrow into that perfect V.
Dark ink blooms across his skin, every mark representing the story of our life.
My body responds with an electric current that makes my thighs clench involuntarily.
He might just get those six kids. A bead of his moisture gathers at the flushed crown of his cock, which curves upward with an urgency that matches my own.
I run my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, remembering his salt-sweet taste and already craving to feel the weight of him against my tongue again.
I run my hands down, rubbing between my sex, then I insert two fingers.
Nothing compares to him being inside me.
The flames in Max’s green eyes could set this bed on fire.
He bites his bottom lip, and his hand goes to his cock, stroking and lubricating with his wetness.
Fuck, that’s hot. I pump faster, and our gaze never drifts.
“Max,” I moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, voice rough. “Let me hear you say my name.” His other hand—inked with my name—works himself harder. The sight of it unravels me.
He shifts closer, teeth grazing my clit as I keep pumping.
I push his hand away with my free one, guiding the thick curve of him into my mouth.
The first taste makes my body hum. I suck on his perfectly shaped tip.
My body hums as his tongue chases my fingers, lapping at what’s mine.
The heat between us is unbearable. I can feel him swell inside me.
He’s close. Max pulls my hands away, replacing them with his own—four fingers driving deep, stretching me open. I’m right there.
I look up through my lashes—his face is wrecked, watching me fall apart. He pulls out and spills across my chest.