and start to make the climb to her thighs, an inch at a time. “No. This takes precedence. We can’t have you running around all hot and bothered now, can we?”
Her breathing quickens; the hot breath leaving her body cascades into the air around us. “You’re very good.”
“I’ve had a lot of practice, lately,” I say with a wry smile. The fingers of my right hand slip between her thighs. “You’re very wet.”
“I know. I’ve been like this for over an hour.” Her wide eyes and her needy expression makes me want to forgo the foreplay and just give her what she craves.
“Poor baby.”
She begins to pant. “Keep this up and I’ll see to it that you get a raise... Oh God.”
Just watching her succumbing to my touch causes my breathing to quicken. “That’s not necessary. I think that’s already been arranged.” We laugh out loud.
I get to work, sliding my hand under her panties; the material creates a saturated barrier between her skin and my fingers. I feel the heat of desire coming off her clothes and radiating off her body like solar flares; overheated pheromones permeate my shirt and prickle my skin. I want to fuck her so badly my groin aches.
Not yet. She’s not ready…
I hold her in place. My left hand grips her hip while my right tears her panties, ripping them from her body and dragging what’s left of them down her legs. “Step.” She raises one foot, then the other in ballerina steps.
Her body shudders. “Oh, please just do it. I need you to fuck me.”
I cup my hand between her legs; my fingers enter her, fitting snugly as if they belong there. My thumb rests on that pulsating spot where her need originates. With gentle, circulating motions I elicit the desired response. She throws her head back and moans. I feel the muscles tensing in my stomach, and writhe on the sofa making it creak beneath me.
Fuck.
I’m not sure I can hold out.
She tips her body over mine, tempting me to taste her heated skin. Her entire body, from head to toe, is humming with arousal. It’s such a fucking turn on. Her swollen breasts edge closer to my face, causing me to lean forward. Using my tongue I taste her, skim the top of her bra, skate across the lace, wishing I had a hand free to feel the plush softness of her breasts in their marvellously maternal form.
She’s all woman.
And she’s all mine, every curvaceous inch of her.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers. “I’m … I’m…” Her arms weaken, her elbows release and she buries her face into the crook of my neck, smothering her ecstatic cries. Her body grips my fingers tightly, allowing me to feel her internal clenching. I almost come in my pants.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I undo my belt and raise myself, sliding down my trousers and boxers to my thighs like an impetuous teenager about to lose his virginity.
She’s impatient too and scrambles onto my lap. I help her position her knees either side of my hips, lowering her onto my erect cock. She’s too far gone to witness the desire in my eyes, too swept away by a euphoric fog of sexual yearning to see how much I adore her… every crazy hormonal mood swing, every bout of insomnia; her craving cheese in the middle of the night and me waking up with crumbs sticking to my face … every part of this pregnancy.
I’m in love with all of it, because it’s all part of her—of us.
I falter mid thrust, not wanting our lovemaking to end, consumed by an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. The sexual chemistry between us is about to cause an explosion and I know this will probably be the last time I will have her to myself. The next time we make love she may be a mother and, as much as I’m looking forward to that day, I know I’ll have to share her; she will have to divide her love three ways.
I shake free of my selfish thought…
As if seeing into my soul, she continues to move but takes my face in her hands, reading my expression, catching the glint of tears in my eyes.
“I feel it too,” she whispers, stroking my cheekbones with her thumbs.
“Baby, I don’t want us to ever stop feeling this way about each other.” She increases the ferocity of her movements. My breath catches.
“Nothing’s going to change. I have enough love to go round, and you’ll always