Page 35 of Pregnancy Scandal
The light spray of water cascaded over us.
I had her pressed up against the granite walls of my shower. I’d installed the tiles myself when I bought this place in an attempt to give it a more outdoor feel.
As an athlete, you tended to value and splurged on anything that was good for soothing aching muscles. Next to my cars and motorcycle, the only other thing I splurged on was my bathroom. It was comparable to a spa with a high-powered shower steamer and a deep bathtub.
Both had come in handy over the last few days.
I’d had her so many times up against this wall, then in the bath too. We both decided that we loved sex in water. Or anywhere.
I wanted Abby every- and anywhere. It didn’t matter where, and no matter how hard I’d tried, I couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop wanting her, couldn’t stop needing her. Needing to be inside her. Needing to renew my desire to make this woman mine.
My Abby.
I kissed her hard at the thought, pressing firmer into the wall. I couldn’t remember what day it was, but I was pretty certain it could have been Saturday, which meant she’d been at my place for the majority of this week.
Monday was when she’d come to Tom’s to give me the answer to all answers. I’d nearly lost my damn mind when I saw her standing on the balcony looking down at me. Looking at me with that desire in her eyes that told me she’d come to stake her claim.
It was everything.Shewas everything, and I wanted more.
“I want to taste you,” she cooed against my lips.
Taste me…
Jesus…
“Taste me. Taste me all you want, baby. Looks like we’re going to fuck to death in this house.”
No problem.
She giggled, and it was the best sound ever. It was a sound I could get used to forever, and that was a thought I never thought I’d’ have about anyone.
Not anyone at all.
It was definitely something that highlighted itself in my mind.
I watched her slide from my lips and lower to her knees, settling down on the padded surface of the shower floor. That saucy look on her face was enough to make me come right here, and she hadn’t even done anything to me yet.
I came to the conclusion yesterday that it was her.
All of it, everything from start to finish was her.
Over the years, I’d watched her and been this person in her life who was constant. She’d been the same for me too. My constant, never failing, always there.
My Abby.
Even when I thought we could be more, I’d never imagined this.
Us like this.
Us and that fire. Fire that had consumed yet lulled me into wanting more and more.
It was her. That was what she did to me.
She took hold of my cock and wrapped one slender hand around my erection. The flutter of her fingers over my shaft made me grow harder, straining toward her for release. I hadn’t been able to get the sight of her doing that to me for the first time out of my head. Same as I couldn’t get the taste of her sweet nectar out of my mouth. It was a taste that made me crave more, and a vision I never wanted to fade from my mind.
She gripped the base and lowered her head to take me into her mouth. That mouth of hers with her full, pouty lips I’d shamefully fantasized about more times than I wanted to admit.
That mouth of hers took me inside, and she ran her tongue over the head of my cock, making swirling motions as she started to suck.
