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How I’m this turned on this quickly, I don’t know.
That’s a lie. I totally know why I’m about to come in two seconds. It’s that fucking cowboy I’m living with. Him and his smiles and his shoulders and thoselips.
I thumb my nipple, imagining him taking it in his mouth. The water hits my clit, my heart rate spiking. I roll my hips, seeking more, the intensity of how hot the water is and how badly I want to come almost overwhelming.
This feelssodamn good.
Spreading my legs a little wider, I notice they start to shake. Pressure grows in my center. I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
I want him.
I want you, Duke, so bad it’s killing me.
I adjust the showerhead so that it’s aimed directly at my clit now. My hips buck. I roll my thumb over one nipple, then the other, and imagine the pressure between my legs is Duke pushing inside me.
I’ll make room, sweetheart. Let me in.
“God, Duke, I want to let you in,” I breathe. “I want that more than anything, but I—”
Pleasure—pain—it rips through me in a way it never, ever has before. This orgasm has teeth, and it takes over the entirety of my body. My toes curl. My calves flex. My thighs shake and my hips roll, and my tits feel hard and overly large in my hands.
Iscream. “Oh myGod!”
What—
How—I read about this, I think, orgasms being better when you’re pregnant—
A loudbanghas me opening my eyes, my heart leaping to my throat as I let out another scream.
Duke is standing in the doorway. He’s still wearing his cowboy hat, and even through the slightly fogged-up glass, I can see the sweat that stains his shirt, causing it to cling to his chest and stomach.
That chest is heaving, like he just dominated the hundred-meter dash. Eyes wide. Mouth open.
I stand there and shake, facing him, the showerhead poised between my legs as my cunt’s spasms slowly begin to die down. I have the other hand on my breast.
Duke can see everything.
Oh my God, he can see everything.
And still I don’t move as his eyes rake down my body, stopping to linger on my tits. I blush violently, my cheeks and neck and chest prickling.
I should have some shame here. I do, clearly. But I also…don’t?
Ilikehis eyes on me.
He puts a hand on his chest. “What the hell was that? You okay?” His voice echoes in the room.
“I—”Have no words, because you just walked in on me coming harder than I ever have in my life while thinking about you.“I’m fine.”
His eyes dip to the showerhead. I lift it, settling it back in its cradle. The gentle patter and slap of the water on the tiled floor fills the silence.
“Why’d you scream, then?”
I put my face in my hands. “Um.”
“Almost sounded like you were in pain.”
“I wasn’t. I just—I felt good. Well, not sick, so I—I decided to—stress relief, and I think because I’m pregnant—”
