Page 107 of Consummation

I nod.

Josh’s sapphire eyes smolder. “Sounds pretty serious, babe.”

“Oh, it is—as serious as it can be.”

Josh advances on me slowly, his taut muscles flexing, his hard-on huge, and slowly pushes me onto my back. He deftly removes my bra and, the minute my breasts bounce free, he buries his face into my cleavage and motorboats my boobs, making me giggle.

“I’ll be damned, your pretty titties might actually be getting a little bit bigger, babe,” he says.

I look down at myself. “Really?”

“Maybe. Lemme double check.” He takes my left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around.

I let out a soft moan.

“Yeah, definitely,” he says. He runs his palm over my belly. “And you’re a tiny bit rounder here, too, I think.”

My heart lurches into my mouth with excitement. “You really think so?” I sit up, completely distracted from our imminent fuckery. “Do you think I’m finally pooching?” I look down and poke myself with my fingertip.

“Lie back down, babe,” Josh says, pushing me back. “I’ll examine you and let you know for sure.”

I stare down at myself. “I think you might be right.Look.” I poke my belly again and there’s definitely a little pooch under my fingertip. “I put on my favorite skirt this morning and it didn’t fit quite right but I thought I was imagining it.”

Josh pushes gently on my shoulders again. “Lie back, beautiful.”

“By the end of this trip, nothing I packed is gonna fit right,” I say, my skin buzzing. “I’m probably gonna need maternity clothes any day now, babe, and I didn’t pack any.”

“Lie back, hot momma,” Josh persists. “We’ll go shopping in Buenos Aires if we need to—surely, there are pregnant women there, too.Relax.” He peels off my undies while licking my neck and firmly pushes me back onto the bed.

“Do you really think I’m showing?” I breathe.

“Oh yeah.” He licks my ear and slides his fingers between my legs. “Definitely. What fruit is the baby now?”

“A lemon.”

“Alemon?” He shudders like I just said a dirty word. “God-damn, I’ve got a pregnant-woman fetish these days.” His fingers are massaging me. His lips are on mine. His tongue is in my mouth. “My sexy little baby-momma,” he whispers.

He begins trailing kisses down my body, heading slowly toward my bull’s-eye—and when his warm, wet tongue finally reaches my clit, I arch my back and exhale, settling in for what’s surely going to be a delicious ride. But just as Josh’s mouth begins devouring me in earnest, the unmistakable sound of Sarah having an orgasm in the other bedroom wafts into our room. The sound is muffled, and oddly restrained, like Sarah’s trying her damnedest to be quiet but utterly failing.

Josh lifts his head and looks at me, a smirk on his gorgeous face, and we both giggle. “Sounds like they’re having fun.”

I snort.

Josh sits up, his eyes dark with desire. “You wanna play a game, Party Girl?”

I bite my lip. “What kind of game?”

Josh lies alongside me, grabs a pillow, and places it under his head. He licks his lips. “Have a seat, babe.” He waggles his tongue at me, making my clit flutter.

“That’s the game?” I ask. “I sit on your face?”

“No, the game is you sit on my face and try not to scream the way Sarah just did. If you scream, I win—if you don’t, you win.”

I smirk. “Am I trying not tocome—or trying not toscreamwhen I do?”

“Oh, you’re gonna come—there’s no doubt about that.” He licks his lips with an exaggerated motion. “In fact, I’m gonna eat your pussy ’til I make it rain.” He snickers. “And good fucking luck not screaming throughthat.”

“Babe, the walls are so thin. I have no desire for Jonas and Sarah to hear me climaxing.”

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