Page 47 of The Yips

“Why limit ourselves?”

“Indeed.”

CHAPTER 42

Sam

The abject disappointment on Kelsey’s face when she realized I had no real bacon in the house made me feel like an absolute failure of a human being. I planned to add it to my next grocery order—after watching her chew the turkey bacon, pretending it didn’t taste like cardboard when she was likely starving.

“How much more do you need to eat than normal?”

“I feel like a bottomless pit, especially now that I’m running again,” she answered, polishing off the rest of her egg-white omelet.

“Did you run through your pregnancy?”

“I did, but I had to skip when it snowed or was icy. I didn’t want to risk a fall. Last winter wasn’t terrible, so I didn’t have to take too many days off. Towards the end, I was uncomfortable, and nothing helped.”

I tried imagining what Kelsey would have looked pregnant but drew a blank. “Do you have photos of you pregnant?”

Kelsey opened Instagram and let me look through her posts. I had an Instagram account, but Monica mainlymanaged it, and I didn’t use it to connect with real friends or family. I could have used it to look her up if I were any other person, but I didn’t know my password. I scrolled through the monthly bump photos, the one of her at her baby shower, and then my personal favorite, the photo in the hospital of Crew on her chest right after birth. If I had met Kelsey when she was pregnant, would I have the same interest? I can’t say, but I think there was a reason we met when we did.

“What do you think?” She asked self-consciously.

“I think you’re beautiful, and I love watching your body change, especially now that I have both of you in my life.”

Kelsey finished her breakfast and took our plates to the sink to rinse off and place in the dishwasher. I washed the pans we used to cook, stacked them on the drying rack next to the sink, and tugged her toward the stairs.

“Come, time to shower,” I said impatiently. A shower was a close second to food in my post-run hierarchy of needs.

“That shower might be my second favorite thing about your place. I would have stayed there much longer if I hadn’t been incentivized last night.”

“Hmm, that was before you knew what I was packing.”

Kelsey rolled her eyes, “Okay, big guy, don’t let that get to your head or anything.”

Once we reached the bathroom, she immediately undressed. Her shorts, sports bra, and underwear landed in a heap while I ran the water. I dropped my shorts and T-shirt on her clothes and opened the shower door, nudging her inside.

“Let me,” I said as she reached for the shampoo. She passed me the bottle and closed her eyes as I massaged the shampoo into her scalp, helping her duck under the spray to rinse it. I grabbed the bottle of conditioner and used it towork through any tangles I had created while washing her hair. Once I finished with her hair, I took a loofa sponge and squirted a generous amount of body wash into it, bringing it to a foamy lather.

I started washing her neck, working the lather across her breasts; she gasped as I gently rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger before moving on to her torso. She parted her legs slightly as I worked my way down, switching to a clean washcloth without suds before washing her slit. I pulled her backside flush up against the front of my body, using my fingers to explore. The loofa and washcloth dropped to the shower floor with a splash.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you? I’ve barely even touched you, and you are soaking wet.” I asked, sliding my fingers through her fold and finding the telltale wetness that had nothing to do with the shower water. “I bet I could take you hard right here if I wanted to.”

Kelsey groaned as I circled her clit, and she ground her ass back into me.

“Fuck. You are so fucking hot. How do you want me?”

She wrenched away from me and grabbed the loofa sponge and body wash. “Stop trying to distract me,” she said as she began to return the favor and torturously washed me. She carefully avoided where I most wanted her hands, teasing me with her mouth everywhere she cleaned and rinsed.

My breath caught in anticipation when she dropped to her knees before me. “I’m not going to lie, Sam; I’ve been thinking about doing this almost to the point of distraction.” Her fist gripped the base of my cock, and her tongue licked at the slit where I leaked pre-cum.

“Reality is so much better.”

She licked me from root to tip and swirled hertongue around my head before taking me into the velvet heat of her mouth. Her eyes observed my reaction as she used her hand and mouth to bring me to the edge quickly.

“You like what you do to me, don’t you? Do you know how much power you have over me?”

Kelsey moaned and used her other hand to cup my balls, doing her best to push me over the edge. I gritted my teeth and fought to maintain control, using every bit of strength to push her off of my cock.

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