Page 50 of One Moment Please
This past week of platonic dates were the most painful kind of edging I’ve ever experienced. Now it’s time for the dam to break free.
My lips connect with hers as we tumble into the side entrance of my house, yanking ourselves out of our coats and kicking off our shoes as we move down the hallway. She pants against my lips as she tugs away my jacket, and I grope her ass, feeling like I need to commit this entire exchange to muscle memory.
We end up in the bedroom, and I ditch my T-shirt and pull Lynsey’s top down over her shoulders. She’s wearing a bra very similar to the one she left here months ago which reminds me of that morning after.
“I’m missing some joggers, you know,” I grumble before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. “And a dress shirt.”
She gasps when the bra drops, and her rose-colored nipples pucker. Her dilated pupils lift to meet mine. “I’m missing an entire outfit. Including some panties and my favorite bra.”
My lips twitch with a smile I won’t allow to spread. “You should’ve skipped the underwear and saved us both the effort.”
She smirks, and then her face falls when I gently cup her breasts in my hands, hungrily taking in her reaction to my touch. Her breasts are larger than I remember as I dip my head to kiss her cleavage while pulling her shirt off and unbuttoning her jeans. She wriggles out of them, and our lips lock while my hands slide from her tits to her seriously supple ass. I pull her body into my erection, showing her the effect she has on me.
She groans with desire and pulls away. “I want you to spank me again.” She turns in my arms and presses her ass against my dick while placing her two hands on the bed, offering herself up to me on a platter. “Spank me just like before.”
My hands end up on her belly. An image of her abdomen swelling as the pregnancy grows thwarts me. She won’t be this size for long. Soon she’ll be bigger. I’ll be able to feel a bump, and she’ll be even more fragile.
I quickly move my hands to her hips, my body tense with fear when I reply, “I…don’t think I should do that.”
“What?” She looks over her shoulder, her glossy chestnut hair a curtain beside her. “Why not?”
I grimace as she stands in front of me wearing nothing but her thong with her seriously sexy ass bumping into my stiff cock.
My voice is pained when I reply, “You’re pregnant. It feels wrong.”
She lets out an incredulous laugh. “Is that a medical opinion?”
I level her with a glower, pissed off because she’s calling me on something logical when nothing about anything we’re doing is logical. “It’s just how I feel.”
Her brows lift when she realizes I’m not joking. “Oh, my God, seriously? I’m barely showing. You can’t honestly believe this could hurt the peanut!”
I wince, my cock begging me to change my mind, but my head not letting me move a muscle. Medically, this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m embarrassed to be thinking any of this. But regardless, I can’t bring myself to do this to her.
She turns to face me, propping her hands on her hips. “Well, at least pinch my nipples.”
I frown at her gorgeous tits. “Too much nipple stimulation can cause early contractions.”
“What?” she snaps, dropping onto my bed and pushing her hair out of her face. “You can’t be fucking serious.”
I shrug. “I’m a doctor. That’s a fact that I’ve actually retained.”
Her eyes are wide and fierce. “Well, I want a second opinion!”
Pulling my lip into my mouth, I sit beside her and jam a hand through my hair. “Look, we can still have sex…just…gentle.”
“Gentle,” she scoffs like it’s the worst idea in the world. “My vibrator isn’t gentle, and we’ve been getting along just fine.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan as the image of her playing with herself flashes into my mind. Goddammit, I want nothing more than to see her ass pink up beneath my hand as she cries out for more. I could come just thinking about it. But I won’t be rough with her when she’s in this state. It’s not worth the risk, but I need to turn this around or she’s going to bolt and never consider moving in with me.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Jones, I can still make you feel good.” My voice is deep as I slide my hand to her breast and palm it in my hand like a delicate water balloon. Her head drops back as I squeeze and massage her flesh, her nipple hardening beneath my touch. I trace my fingers around her buds and watch her chest rise and fall with need. “Just because I won’t spank you doesn’t mean I can’t still make you scream.”
She turns to me, panting for air. “Oh, my God, yes. Can you keep talking to me like that?”
I have to hold back my victorious smile before I reply, “Fuck yes, I can.”
Slowly, my hand trails down her belly and steals under her panties. I move over her smooth mound and swipe gently along her clit. She gasps, turning her head to rest on my shoulder as I circle her sensitive nub in smooth, slow strokes.
“You like it when I finger you, sweetheart?” I murmur, biting her shoulder and pulling back to watch her reply.
