Maid by Mistake - Miley Maine Page 0,65

shy away from the chance to be close to him after today’s events.

Then he stopped abruptly and put his hand over my stomach. “Wait. Is this okay while you’re pregnant?”

I laughed quietly. “I wondered the same thing, so I looked it up online, and I read a few baby books while I was at the library. Unless there’s a problem, it’s fine for the entire nine months.”

“I’m glad you looked into it then.”

He went back to kissing me. I was secretly glad he was still turned on. In a few online forums, I’d seen women complain that their partners weren’t turned on once they were pregnant. It didn’t look like that would be a problem with Tyler.

He kissed down my neck. “What are you in the mood for?”

“I'm always in the mood for your cock.” I thought for a minute, trying to figure out the best logistics for his stitches. “If you lie down on your back, maybe we can make this work.”

“So you're going to ride me. I like the sound of that.”

I helped him get his clothes off. But he would not let me help him lie down on the bed, even though I assured him it did not make him any less manly to accept my help.

“A man's got to have some pride,” he said with a laugh.

He grabbed a pillow and propped it up under his head. Despite all the trauma of the day, his cock was rock hard.

“Undress for me,” he said. I want to watch.”

I had on a mustard colored sweater, paired with black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. It had seemed like an appropriate combination for Thanksgiving. Now it was a little mud splattered. But it was still a cute outfit.

With slow movements, I grabbed the hem of the sweater, and inched it up over my head, finally letting it fall off my arms to the floor. Underneath the sweater, I wore a lacy black push-up bra. My stomach was still flat. But that would not be the case much longer.

Once my black bra was revealed, Tyler whistled.

I unbuttoned my skinny jeans. Inspired, I turned around, leaving my backside to him. I tilted my hips, wiggling out of my jeans, revealing my high-cut black panties. They were cut so high, they showed off most of my ass cheeks.

When I glanced over my shoulder, his hand was on his cock. He began to stroke his cock while he watched me strip. I liked watching him touch himself too. Looking at his masculine body on display turned me on.

Heat surged in my belly, pooling between my legs until my panties were wet.

I kept my back turned. I shook my long hair out, knowing the dark color nearly matched my bra and panties.

“God, you look amazing,” I heard him say.

I stepped out of my jeans, and faced him. I took slow steps to the bed, and when I got there, I hooked my fingers in my panties and peeled them off. Leaving my push-up bra on, I crawled onto the bed and knee-walked over to him.

He reached out, skimming his hands up and down my thighs. “I can’t wait to have you straddling me.” He tugged on me, pulling me closer until I lifted one leg and straddled him like he wanted, right over his cock.

He let go of his cock and pulled on me a little, forcing me forward. “I want you to straddle my face first. I need to taste you.”

I moaned. I hadn’t expected that. I ran my hand over his face. His eyes were dark with desire. I was impressed that he’d managed to overcome the pain with arousal. Once my clit was right over his mouth he licked it, and then went for his favorite technique, which also drove me absolutely wild -- sucking my clit.

I rocked my hips back forth, seeking friction. He pushed one finger into my pussy as he sucked my clit. I could tell that he was being more careful than usual. I rolled my hips in a circle, enjoying the sensation as he pushed a second finger inside my body.

After a few minutes, he withdrew his finger. “Jesus. I won’t last. I’m about to come without even touching my cock.”

I grinned down at him, and backed up, lining myself up with his cock. “We don’t need condoms now,” I said.

“That’s a good point. I’ll be able to feel your sweet pussy with nothing between us everytime now.”

I was looking forward to that too. He