Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
DAMON
Iget out of the shower and dry myself before wrapping the towel around my waist. I have about twenty minutes before I need to pick up Adeline from school. Damn, I forgot how much kids speak their minds. I don’t know how she handles teaching them every day.
I open the bathroom door, and a cloud of steam billows out into the hall.
“Oh,” Adeline says, stopping in her tracks on her way to her bedroom.
“I was just about to go get you,” I say.
“I begged off a little early and took an Uber home. I just needed to get out of there. I texted you, but you must not have seen it if you were in the shower.” Her eyes dip down to my chest, and her tongue slides out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip.
God, I want that tongue on me so badly, but I can’t let her know that, so I wait for her eyes to come back up to mine, and I smirk, trying to play it off.
She covers her eyes with her hands. “Oh my god.” She rushes to her bedroom and slams the door.
I laugh and knock on her door.
“Go away. Go get dressed. Just put some clothes on. I’m so sorry.”
“Open the door, Adeline,” I say, laughing.
“No. There is nothing funny about this. Stop laughing.”
“Make sure you’re decent because I’m coming in. Three, two…” I slowly open the door and step into the room.
She’s laying on her side, head turned into one of her pillows. Her room is all girly—pink, white, and accents of gold. It’s delicate, just like she is.
“Look at me,” I say, sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Are you dressed?” she mumbles into the pillow.
“I have a towel on.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t be trusted. Go get clothes, and we can forget this happened and go back to normal. Maybe go out and get pizza.”
I grab the edge of the pillow and take it out from under her. “Stop it. It’s a natural reaction. I’m hot. If it was who was wrapped in a towel, the roles would be reversed.”
She turns her head away from the bed and stares at me blankly.
“What?”
“First of all, I’d need about three beach towels to wrap around me, and there would be nothing sexy about me.”
Jesus, I hate hearing her say these things about herself. She’s gorgeous, whether she’s pregnant or not.
“Hey.” I slide closer and put my finger under her chin, so she looks up at me.
She sees my bare chest and inhales a deep breath.
“You’re beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, especially while you’re pregnant.
You have this glow about you, and I’ve laid awake more than one night wondering if that flush covers your entire body.
I can’t tell you how sexy it is that you’re growing our baby in your belly.
I mean it, I can’t even describe the feeling. To me, you’re a knockout.”
“You have to say this because I’m carrying your baby,” she grumbles.
I chuckle. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I figure maybe it’s time to tell her the full extent of my thoughts about her.
I’ve been keeping them to myself because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
“No, I don’t. I’m being truthful. When you were in those wrap dresses, I always imagined what would happen if I pulled the tie…
would it expose you to me? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve beat off to the image of you riding me with that belly between us.
Or wondered how sensitive your tits are and how much I’d enjoy figuring it out.
Believe me, living in this house with you can be excruciating. ”
“But if you’re horny, you can just go out and find some woman to sleep with. I can’t do that. I’m so ready for this baby to come out so I can be a woman again, not just an incubator.”
“First, I’m not going to go and have sex with anyone else. He or she is coming soon.”
She stares at her stomach. “I don’t think they’re ever coming out. I made it too nice in there.”
I laugh, and she throws a pillow at me. I catch it, of course, and she pretends to be mad.
“Tell me what started all this. I don’t think it’s just about you checking me out when I came out of the shower.”
“I’m not telling you,” she says.
I frown. I knew something was going on. Was it all the stuff the kids were saying earlier today?
“Come on. It’ll make this better, then we’ll go get that pizza you want.” I slide closer to her and take her hand, careful not to let the towel open too much.
She huffs. “I was talking to Sami and Isla about wanting the baby out, saying how I’m sick of being pregnant, and Sami brought up how sex can spur labor on.”
“That’s not a cliché? It’s in every movie or show. I figured it was just bullshit.”
“No, it’s real, but there’re other methods like walking and eating spicy foods.”
“Why does sex work?” I ask.
“Supposedly, an orgasm can initiate uterine contractions, and there’s some hormone in semen that can soften the cervix. Anyway, Sami is just looking for any reason to get us to have sex. And then we went to the field house, and you were well…”
“Sweaty and gross and probably smelled,” I say with a laugh.
She gives me a look as if I’m clueless. “Come on, Damon. You were working out, sweaty, with your clothes clinging to every muscle in your body. I had to keep a hundred teenage girls from pouncing on you. And now I have to look at you in that towel. It’s just hard, okay?
I haven’t had sex since we were together. ”
Shit, I never thought about that. I didn’t know about the baby for six months, so I slept with a few girls. Not as many as she probably thinks, but I never felt the urge to be with someone and been unable to act on it.
“Well, thanks for not sleeping with anyone else while my baby is inside you,” I say, and she throws another pillow.
This one I don’t catch. It hits my head and drops to the floor.
“You’re welcome for my sacrifice.” She rolls her eyes.
“So, what you’re saying is that you’re horny?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Seriously, that’s all you got out of this?”
“Kind of, yeah.”
She shakes her head at me.
“I know that even after the baby is born, you’ll have six weeks or longer before you get cleared for any… activity.”
“You sure have done your research,” she says.
I did it because I’ve wanted to cross that line more than once since I’ve been living with her. There have been many times when I wondered what she’d do if I took her in my arms and kissed her.
I feel my dick stir under the towel. “What if we…” I take her chin in my finger and thumb, locking eyes with her.
“No, Damon.” But she doesn’t sound so sure.
“I want to give you what you need, and I’ll be honest, it’s not like the thought hasn’t crossed my mind too.
Nothing has to change. It’s just sex, to please you, make you comfortable, and maybe get our baby out of you.
” I press my lips to hers, but when my tongue slides out to lick the seam of her lips, she draws back.
I hate how crushing the disappointment feels.
“We want to make this co-parenting thing work. We can’t get involved.”
I put my hand on her cheek, running my thumb there, and I place my other hand on her stomach. “After our baby is born, we’re going to be zombies from lack of sleep. We’re going to cater to the baby’s needs, and the last thing we’re going to think about is sex. So, let’s give Mommy an orgasm.”
“Don’t ever say that combination of words again.”
I chuckle, inching forward to kiss her again. “I was just trying it out. Call me Daddy, and let’s see if it works the other way around.”
“Oh, Daddy, touch me,” she says in an overly enthusiastic voice.
“Yeah, okay, we’re not into that kink. See? We learned something new about one another. Progress.” I place my lips on hers.
She finally opens her mouth, our tongues tangling together, and the relief that jolts through my body, the rightness of the feeling should scare me, but then my libido takes over, wanting to do all the things I’ve been imagining for months.
I slide my hand from her belly to her breast and squeeze gently. She moans into my mouth, arching her back and pushing it into my hand. I run my thumb over her nipple.
When I shift to get her to lie down, the towel unwraps around my waist, leaving me naked as I lie alongside her. She slows our kiss and looks down at my now-hard cock.
“I just wanted to make sure you were actually able to get hard for me,” she says, her hand venturing between my legs.
“Just so you stop second-guessing how fucking sexy you are.” I get up on my knees and push away all the extra pillows. I run my hands up her legs, widening them.
“No, Damon. I didn’t mean that.”
“Spread for me, baby,” I say, sliding to my stomach and bringing her legs over my shoulders. I cast a line of kisses along her inner thigh, shifting my attention from one leg to the other. “Still so fucking pretty.”
I place a feather-light kiss on her clit, and her hips bolt off the mattress. I take her ass in both of my hands as I lick her and suck on her clit, rolling it around with my tongue.
“Oh god,” she moans.
I squeeze her ass, bringing her pussy to my face as I lose myself in the taste of her.
She’s already writhing under me, and I’ve barely tasted her.
I have a feeling her first orgasm is going to come quick because it’s been so long, and she seems so damn sensitive.
Thank fuck we’re only doing this now under the guise of wanting to start labor because if we had started this earlier, I would’ve craved her every day damn I was living here.
It’s going to be hard enough to disentangle myself after today.
If we’d been doing it for months, there would have been no chance.
I slide my hands under her dress and up under the edge of her bra until her tits are in my hands.
“Oh shit,” she says, her hips rocking again. “Don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.”
As if I ever would. My dick is so hard, it’s ready to explode without even being inside her.
She fucks my mouth, taking what she wants, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. From being so shy moments ago to a sex kitten who isn’t going to pass up this opportunity.
Adeline tries reaching to her side to pull my face off her pussy as her legs clamp around my face when she comes.
She’s crazy if she thinks I’m not going to ride this out with her.
My tongue slows, concentrating little circles around her clit until she stops fighting me and her legs splay open, her hand falling to the mattress.
“I needed that so badly. Thank you,” she pants.
I raise my head and push up her dress. Her shy face is back as I expose her belly. I sit on my knees, wrapping my hands around her bump, loving the feel of it in my hands. My baby is in there. Our baby is in there. I lean down and place a kiss on it. “I hope I don’t scare him or her.”
“Because you’re so big?” she says dryly.
“Do I need to reacquaint you with him again?” I move to lie at her side, then take her hand and place it on my rigid length.
“No, but good to know that ego is still in check.”
“Sorry, but in the bedroom, my ego is at superhero level.” I suck on her nipple, not giving her a chance to talk anymore.
“Oh shit. That is.” She tugs at my dick as I place one hand on her tit while my mouth sucks, licks, and toys with her breast.
They’re definitely bigger than I remember. She moans, getting a little rough with my cock, but she’s loving this titty play. Since it’s my favorite part of a woman, I don’t mind giving hers the extra attention she’s desperate for.
“Oh, Damon,” she says, but stills.
Shit, is she having an orgasm from the titty play? Her body is so responsive, I can’t get enough. Maybe I’m gonna have some kind of pregnancy kink now.
“Oh!” she screams, and I strip my mouth off her tit with a pop, feeling a gush of warm fluid around my legs.
I look down at the soaked sheets. “Either you squirted or…”
“My water just broke.”