by Amy Brent
I came harder than I ever had. I gasped and bucked wildly as Ethan continued fucking me. He rode me hard until he came too. His hot come filled me up and leaked out over his shaft to drip on the leather seat. I wiped it up with one finger and put it in my mouth. Ethan watched, transfixed, until I inched away from him and his cock came out of my pussy. I held all his come inside me until we got home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Ethan
Devon was eight-and-a-half-months pregnant now. She was sitting across from me at a small table in a private booth at an upscale Italian restaurant on fourth. Our booth was dimly lit, but there was enough light for me to spend the evening admiring her.
She had never looked more radiant.
His dark hair was thick and shiny, and she had styled it in loose curls that tumbled elegantly around her shoulders. She had pinned back the strands around her face, which was bright and rosy. She was smiling at me. Her lips were shimmering pink, and her eyelids sparkled with gold shadow. Her eyelashes were long and lined, and I couldn’t help thinking that our son was going to have the most beautiful mother in the world.
And I was sure his friends would point it out to him when they were old enough. I sure would have when I was a teenager. In fact, I did have a couple friends with hot moms, and they hated how much I talked about it.
Devon was wearing a long, black dress that was tight on her arms and breasts and then flowed out above her baby belly. She looked like a goddess.
“What?” Devon asked as she reached for her glass of ice water.
“Nothing,” I said, smiling.
“You were staring.”
“I know. I couldn’t help it. You look stunning.”
“Thank you.” Devon blushed.
“Seriously. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re amazing. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.”
Devon smiled softly. “I love you too.”
“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents in two weeks,” I said, my heart skipping. Every time I talked about the baby, I got nervous. Everything felt like it had happened so fast.
“I know,” Devon said, reaching for her water again. “It feels like it was yesterday when I saw you at One Billion Fantasies for the first time. Who would have known this was how this whole thing would play out?”
I shrugged. “Crazier things have happened,” I said, “but nothing this great has ever happened. You and I are meant to be. I can feel it in my bones.”
“Me too,” Devon said.
Our food arrived shortly after, and we enjoyed our meals while talking excitedly about the baby’s arrival. We still hadn’t discussed any names for the baby, and we were leaving them off the table until he arrived. So, we talked about everything else, baby showers, feeding time, nap time, play time, preschool, family dinners, potty training, and everything in between.
“In two weeks we’ll be three,” Devon said, twirling pasta around her fork. “Isn’t that wild? We’ll go to the hospital one day, and then when we come home, we’ll be bringing a brand-new human back with us.”
“It’s crazy,” I agreed, thinking of meeting my son for the first time. “It’s totally crazy.”
Devon eyed me across the table as I cut through a piece of chicken. I could feel her eyes on me as I popped it into my mouth. When I met her gaze again, I arched an eyebrow. “Yes?” I asked.
Devon giggled and covered her cheeks with her hands. “It’s happening again.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked teasingly.
The last couple weeks of Devon’s pregnancy had been some of my favorite. Not because I loved how she looked full term and not because of how excited we were and not because of all the fun preparations we had been doing. It had been the best because of how horny she was and how easy it was to make her come.
Devon nodded and looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. “I can’t wait to get home. I think we need to ask for the bill right now.”
“What if I want to make you wait a little bit longer?”
“No,” Devon whined. “I don’t want to wait. I want to go home, and then I want to fuck. The positions we tried the other night. Can you flag down our waitress?”
I chuckled to myself as I peered around to catch our server. This was going to be a good night. I could feel it.
It was only nine o’clock when we made it back to the penthouse. Devon went in ahead of me and rushed to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. This had become a very regular occurrence, and despite me constantly asking if she had to go before we ever got in a car, she always ended up being on the brink of exploding when we arrived at our destination.
Pregnancy was a complicated thing for me to wrap my head around.
As she locked herself in the powder room, I went to my bedroom. Devon had been sleeping in my bed with me since the night in the limo where I confessed how much I loved her. It felt right falling asleep beside her and waking up with her body pressed up next to mine. Sometimes, we would lie on our backs for a while, and I would rest one hand on her belly, waiting patiently for the baby to kick.
I lit candles on my dresser and nightstand. She liked the way she looked in the dim light from the candles, and I was just happy to see her at all. Sex in the dark was fun, don’t get me wrong, but sex with the woman I loved was better when I could see her.
Devon returned from the washroom and leaned up against the doorframe to my bedroom. She wrapped her hands under her belly as if she was holding the baby as she watched me finish lighting the candles.
I looked over my shoulder at her. “Mood lighting,” I said.
She giggled and padded over to the bed. She sat down on the mattress and then eased her way down to her back. Once more, she rested her hands on her tummy. I could see her belly button poking against the fabric of her shirt.
I lay down beside her and propped my head up on one elbow. I rested my other hand on top of hers on her belly.
“Hey,” I said softly. She looked up at me. Her eyes were bright even in the dim light from the candles. There was a smile playing on her pink lips, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her for much longer. “I love you,” I said, before leaning in, cupping her cheek in one hand, and kissing her tenderly.
She kissed me back eagerly, pressing her cheek into my palm as her hand dove into my hair. In an instant, we were both breathless and hungry for more.
I helped her out of her pants and then eased her shirt over her head. Her belly was round and full between us. I kissed her stomach and the top of her breasts as I reached behind her back to undo her bra.
Her breasts were bigger than they used to be and firmer. I took them in my hands and caressed them gently as she worked to undo my pants. She fumbled with the buckle and moaned in irritation.
I helped her out by undressing myself. She watched as I stepped out of my boxers. My cock sprang free, hard and ready as ever, and Devon licked her lips.
“On your knees,” I told her. Devon got to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, letting her feet dangle off the edge. We had discovered that with her being so far along, a lot of the traditional positions no longer worked. However, doggy was one of her favorites. It let me get deep inside her without her belly getting in the way, and for some reason, she came so quickly when she was bent over.
I wasn’t complaining. I loved the view standing behind her.
I was ready as Devon shimmied to the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers over the soles of her bare feet. She giggled and told me to knock it off, so I continued running my fingers over her calves and the back of her thighs until her ass was in my hands. I gave her a firm squeeze before letting one hand wander between her legs where I began gently stroking her.
She was so wet and swollen. I told her so.
“I know,” she said huskily, wiggling her ass in the air as if daring me to fuck her. She knew restraint was hard for me, but playing with her pussy was one of my favorite things. I slipped a finger inside her. She mo
aned. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew her eyes were closed.
I pressed the thumb of my other hand to her clit and began rubbing her in slow, tiny circles. More precise movements seemed to be more effective for her at this point in the pregnancy. It took less than a minute for her to start rotating her hips against my touch. She was powerless to it.
I applied more pressure with my thumb. Her insides tightened around my finger. I knew she was about to come. I curled my finger back and forth, knowing this was what she loved the most, and she responded with a whispering sigh that gave way to a cry of ecstasy as she came. Fresh wetness slicked my finger, and I knew she was ready.
I pulled my finger out of her and stepped between her legs. She wiggled her ass again for me playfully, looking back over her shoulder and biting her bottom lip. She watched as I pointed my cock down and entered her.
Devon’s eyes closed, and she sank forward onto her elbows. She rested one cheek on the mattress as I moved slowly in and out of her. I would know when she wanted me to go faster.
Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could hear her as I fucked her, wet and soft around my shaft. I leaned deeper into her, forcing her open. She moaned. I could hear the difference and knew she was going to come soon. I took hold of her hips, forcing her closer to the edge of the bed so I could fuck her even deeper, and began thrusting in and out of her faster.
She gripped the sheets fiercely and screamed my name.
I fucked her harder. Our legs slapped together until, all at once, she was a shaking, quivering thing in my hands. She muffled her scream as her orgasm rocked her, and I slowed my pumps down so I didn’t come with her. I wanted to fuck her more.
When she finished, I pulled out of her.
“On your side,” I said. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She did as I said, and I got up on the bed behind her. This position made her come even faster. She liked the closeness of it, and so did I. I slipped my cock between her legs from behind. I slid into her pussy easily, and she tilted her neck back so she was resting her head on my collarbone.
I grabbed her neck with one hand and held her head up as I fucked her. With my other hand, I reached around in front of her to rub her clit. She moaned beautifully and ground her hips against mine, rotating them in slow circles.
I kissed her throat and nibbled her ear as I buried my cock deep into her pussy. She stiffened in my grip, and I fucked her harder. This was it. I was going to come with her. She grabbed my forearm, her nails pinching my skin until she turned to putty in my hands, melting into the mattress and moaning with pleasure as she came.
It was impossible to keep my composure. She was so sexy, so perfect, that I came with her. I lost control of myself and bucked wildly against her until I was done. We stayed like that, joined together at the hips and breathing heavily until we nearly fell asleep.
Then I forced myself to get up and clean up. I pulled the blanket around Devon’s shoulders and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then her lips. Her eyes were closed before her cheek returned to the pillow.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Devon
I woke up in the morning feeling like there was a thirty-pound weight resting on my bladder. I tore the blankets off and waddled around the bed toward the bathroom. Ethan was gone. He had left for work hours earlier. He had woken me with a gentle kiss and told me he would see me that night. I had promptly fallen back asleep, which I regretted because as I made it through the bathroom door, I was gripped with panic that I might not be able to make it to the toilet.
I was relieved when I did. That was the closest call I had experienced since being pregnant.
I went about my usual morning routine after that. I showered and dressed in my favorite pair of maternity pajamas. They were fleece and pink and covered in little white snowflakes. I had a matching pair of slippers that were cozy on my feet as I made a cup of tea and toast, which I slathered with peanut butter. Peanut butter had become kryptonite to me over the last couple weeks. There was nothing better than it.
I ate my toast and then wandered through the living room toward the nursery. We had painted the walls a cool gray, and everything in the room was powder blue, white, and navy. It looked absolutely beautiful. The crib was extravagant, and beside it was a high-backed elegant white rocking chair. I knew I would be spending plenty of hours there with the baby in my arms.
The thought made me so overwhelmed with happiness that I started to tear up.
I left the nursery and went to the living room where I curled up with a book I had been reading about motherhood. I was feeling a little stressed about becoming a mother soon, but the books had been helping me get more prepared. Knowing some things to expect was helping to ease my mind.
Throughout the afternoon, I puttered around the house, doing some light dusting to keep myself busy and then deciding I would throw together a quick pasta dinner for when Ethan got home from work.
By six o’clock, I was tossing the noodles into a pot of boiling water. The whole house smelled like garlic and tomatoes. I had made a tossed salad to accompany the pasta and was mixing it all together in a bowl when Ethan came in the front door.
“Hello,” he called down the hall. I could hear him dropping his keys in the bowl beside the door and putting his shoes on the shoe rack.
“Hi,” I called back. “In the kitchen!”
He appeared in the doorway moments later. He was wearing a slick black business suit. The only thing on him that wasn’t black was his silver cufflinks that winked at me as he ran a hand through his hair. The movement made my knees tremble.
“What are you making?” he asked, eyes roaming over the pots on the stove. “It smells like an Italian restaurant in here.”
“Family spaghetti recipe,” I said proudly, taking the lid off the sauce so he could get a look at it.
He raised his eyebrows approvingly. “Looks delicious,” he said, before letting his gaze settle on me. “And so do you.”
I giggled and blushed. Somehow, he was still capable of making me feel like a high school girl suffering from a juvenile crush. “Down boy,” I teased, plucking a spoon from the drawer and stirring the sauce.
Ethan stood behind me and rested a hand on my bottom. He gave my butt a nice little squeeze and followed it up with a slap. I yelped, and he chuckled deeply in my ear.
“How much longer until it’s ready?” He asked.
“Another fifteen minutes or so,” I said.
“Hmm,” he said, the sound just a low rumble in his throat. “That’s just enough time to fuck you senseless, wouldn’t you say?”
In all honesty, the job could be done in five minutes now. I couldn’t understand it, but for some reason, Ethan was able to make me come over and over within minutes. I knew it was partly due to the pregnancy, but part of me wondered if it was because of how close we had become and how good everything was between us now.
“I’m not the kind of woman who will ever say no to you, Ethan Garrison,” I said coyly, putting my back to the stove. “I was hoping you would come home and proposition me.”
“You’re incredible,” he growled.
He was so sexy. He leaned in, burying his fingers in my hair, and drew me to him. He held me against his hard body, my belly swelling between us, and kissed me as he turned me around and away from the hot stove.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and began undoing his belt while I stripped out of my fleece pajamas. Somehow, he still thought I was sexy when I was drowning in thick fabric. I kicked off my slippers as he unbuttoned his shirt. I was naked before he was, and I savored the moment of watching him take his shirt off.
When he was wearing nothing but his boxers, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I was still as small as I used to be before I was pregnant. His strength only turned me on more.
He tapped my knees, and I spread my legs for him. He nodded approvingly as he pulled himself free of his boxers. Every time I saw him I thought he
was bigger.
He stepped closer to me, and I hooked my legs around his hips. His cock pressed up against my slit, and he pushed forward until he slipped inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he filled me. I stretched to fit him and moaned as his cock hit something wonderful deep inside me.
He stared into my eyes as he moved inside me. He was moving slowly, but each thrust was deep and powerful. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, where I tightened my hands into fists. I drew him to me and kissed him.
He held my hips and squeezed my sides as he built up to a faster rhythm. I moaned into his mouth as I felt my orgasm approaching.
The tightness I was so used to was building up inside me. I needed a release soon. I was so close. I tightened my grip around his neck. Ethan worked harder, thrusting his hips upward so that he hit my G-spot.
I moaned and closed my eyes. My toes curled. I was overcome with sheer pleasure as I came faster than I ever had before. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was smiling cockily at me. He was proud of how quickly he could make me climax.
I smiled back as he pulled me down from the counter and took my hand in his. He led me to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Water spat out of the rain shower in the ceiling, and once it was warm and steam filled the shower, he pulled his boxers off the rest of the way and stepped into the shower with me behind him.
He went to his knees, his cock dangling between his legs, and pushed my legs apart. He licked me up and down and teased me with his fingers until I came yet again. Satisfied, he stood, turned me around, and pushed me against the glass wall.
My breasts were crushed against the glass as he entered me from behind. I moaned, and my breath fogged the glass even more. Ethan put his hand between my shoulder blades to hold me in place as he fucked me hard. The water ran over our skin as he reached around my hip and began rubbing my clit.
My legs began to shake, and soon, I was coming again. Ethan kissed my wet shoulders and my neck. He drew my now wet hair to the other side and treated that side of my neck to more kisses. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. It all felt so damn good.
