on to when I was locked up. Either that or Faith, but for some reason, throughout the whole pregnancy I’ve seemed to grip onto hope like a lifeline. Hope that everything turns out okay, hope that you will be okay with the pregnancy, and hope the baby will be okay.’’
“Hope,’’ he says, testing the name on his tongue. “Hope...I like it. Hope Sophia Carter,’’ he grins.
“Sophia? You aren’t naming our daughter after the girl you lost your virginity to are you?’’ I tease.
He rolls his eyes not pleased by my sarcastic comment. “No. It’s my Nan’s name.’’
A giggle escapes before I can muffle it with my hand. He looks so cute when he’s trying to be serious. His lips do that twitch thing and I want to groan and bite his lip at the same time.
I yawn and Mason rolls his eyes again and I want to say his face will stick like that if he keeps doing it, but I’m too tired and really do need a bath. I can still smell the basement on me. The thought makes me stifle a shiver.
“Bath, I’ve already got it running,’’ he says, leaning down to shove his face into my neck. “God, I’m so happy you’re home.’’
“Me too,’’ once again becoming emotional.
The shower did me the world of good and I felt fresh once I had finished up, but getting in the bath is just pure heaven.
Mason leans on the side with a washcloth, cleaning my back and I blush knowing he’s seeing me naked with the light on. He accidently knocks a bruise I sustained from being with Carl and I wince slightly.
“Fuck! Did I hurt you?’’
“It’s okay, just a little bruise. Why don’t you join me?’’
“Um...in the bath?’’ he asks swallowing hard.
“No...on the toilet,’’ I tell him dryly, nearly laughing when his face turns to horror. “Of course I meant the bath.’’
“Okay...yeah, I can do that. Scoot forward.’’
I scoot forward a little making sure to cover my breasts under the soapy water and wait for Mason to strip out of his clothes.
His t-shirt is first, his ripped stomach coming into view and making my mouth go dry. When his hands go to his jeans button I have to squeeze my legs together. The movement was quick and I didn’t predict the water sloshing everywhere making Mason chuckle. I look at him sheepishly, not able to admit why I just nearly lost half the bath water.
The trousers slip from his muscled legs, his calves tightening and my whole body tenses up, the arousal turns thick in the air. Then his thick member comes into view and I find myself staring in open shock, my mouth hanging half open.
He steps into the bath behind me, the hairs on his legs brushing against my sides. He slides down behind me, reaching around me to pull me against his bare front, his now hard erection pressing against me and it has me gasping.
“Relax,’’ he whispers, his voice hoarse and husky. I do as he asks and relax into him and watch his hands in fascination as he picks the washcloth back up and starts cleaning over my bump, skimming lightly over my breasts. The simple touch has me arching my breasts towards his hands, and my eyes clench shut and I stifle a moan.
The sponge disappears and is replaced by his rough hands. His hands cup my ample breast, my body humming in anticipation. But then his fingers graze and rub at my hardened nipples.
“Hmmm,’’ I moan arching into his touch.
“Shush, I got you.’’
As much as I trust his word, I know he’s going to torture me slowly and right now I need him, I need this, now.
“Please,’’ I beg, not feeling an ounce of shame.
His fingers slide down my stomach and my legs open on their own accord. His fingers brush through the little speck of hair between my legs. My gut reaction is to close my legs, to be embarrassed that I haven’t been able to wax between my legs in a while. I dread to think what it looks like down there. Trust me, there have been perks to the pregnancy, one being gifted with a growing life in my stomach and the huge boobs, but it also comes with cons, the swollen feet, not being able to bend down to see your toes, and another, not being able to shave.
Oh and let’s not knock out the worst one. Coffee. You can’t drink coffee. It sucks balls.
Speaking of balls.
His fingers