I wince. “Mom, how do you feel about twins?”
43
OLLY
“Fuck, you feel so good.” A bare, wet Maggie in my arms is just what I need after the last week of camp. She arches in my arms, splashing water over the side of the tub.
I pull her down to me so her back rests against my chest. With one hand, I grab her beautiful round breast. My other hand disappears in the bubbles between her legs. As I swirl her clit the way I know she likes, I suck lightly on her neck.
“Yes! Yes!” Her cries echo off the walls of her bathroom as she comes, squeezing my cock so tightly, it sends me over the edge.
She lets out a long groan as she stretches out over me with a relaxed sigh and rests her head on my shoulder. I kiss her neck again, not ready to get out of the tub.
When I got home this afternoon, she seemed shy and uncertain. Stressed from dealing with her mom. She said her back was sore, and I figured a warm bath would help. I didn’t mean for this to turn into sex, but seeing how relaxed she is now, I can’t say I regret it.
I rub her stomach, which seems to have become so much more prominent in the one week I’ve been gone. I hate that I’m not here to see the day-to-day differences.
She nuzzles against me. “The best part of doing it in the tub is not having to do the cum run to the bathroom.” We both laugh as she threads her fingers through my hair.
“I like getting you messy.” I tug on her earlobe with my teeth. “I’ll rinse you off before we go to bed.”
“Can I ask you something?” Those beautiful brown eyes meet mine. “Do you think we’d be together if I hadn’t gotten pregnant?”
Her damp hair slides down her shoulders, and I almost groan at how sexy she looks. Her nipples are rosy red, slick with water, and her face is flushed. She looks like a damn mermaid. “Would we be quasi-living together? I’m not sure. But we’d definitely be dating because I can’t get enough of you.”
She nibbles her bottom lip, which makes me wonder what’s bothering her. “It’s just that Amelia said—”
“Stop right there. Whatever Amelia says cannot be taken at face value.”
“I know what you mean. I do. But she once pointed out how you go out with model types, and I’m not that. Especially now.”
Fucking Amelia. Is she really making my pregnant girlfriend feel bad about how she looks? “Mags, have you heard of the refractory period? It’s the time immediately after a man comes, where he needs a few minutes or more to get it back up again. Men need time to recharge their dick batteries.”
“Dick batteries?” She laughs.
“Yes, but look at this.” I thrust my erection against her. “I’m ready to go. Again. You do that to me. You’re the only woman who’s ever done that to me. The cock knows.”
Maggie scoots over, and said appendage bobs up out of the water. She runs her hand up and down my length. “We should use him like a divining rod. I could put a question out before Mr. Cock-a-Doodle-Doo, with two answers, yes or no, and we could ask the magic dick rooster what we should do.”
“Magic dick rooster?” It’s weird to be laughing with her while she’s stroking my cock, but I find that Maggie makes me laugh at weird times. I like how sex is always fun with her. I just plain like who she is and who I am when I’m with her.
“Does the dick rooster need another ride?” she asks, a mischievous look in her eyes.
“Definitely.”
Forty minutes later, after we’ve fucked like our lives depended on it and then cleaned up the mess we made, we flop in bed. I pull her naked body flush with mine.
“Missed you so much this week,” she whispers. “I’m glad we get one night together before you have to go back.”
“I hate being away for so long.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind visiting my mom tomorrow?”
“Not at all. Sorry things went down the way they did, but it sounds like she took it well. Now we just have to tell my parents about the pregnancy.” Really not looking forward to that. I keep the thought to myself, though, because I know Maggie is weirded out about my folks now. I don’t blame her.
I expect a nice, quiet lunch with her mom and sister the next day, but we get a text an hour before we get there that tells me that’s not going to happen.
Maggie thumps her head against the window of my truck and groans. “Oh, shit. Your parents are joining us.”
