Her response was to push against the tile to slam her hips back on me. We both groaned loudly.
We liked it so much that we did it again, me thrusting into her, her rocking back to me, again and again and fuckingagain. Steam rolled around us in a damp cloud. Water pelted our bodies. Flesh smacked against flesh.
And somehow, my hands found their way once more to her round belly. I held her there, supporting the weight of it in mypalms, my heart pounding with every slide of my cock, and dropped my forehead to the juncture of her shoulder.
“I love you,” I choked out, because I couldn’t stop myself.
She looked back at me, curled an arm around my head, and dragged my mouth to hers. “I love you, too.”
My hands dropped from her belly to her clit and she gasped, sending her hips slamming back to mine with a ferocious eagerness that had me seeing stars.
“More,” she sobbed. “Harder.”
Her pussy clenched around me like a vise. I groaned and scraped my teeth against the nape of her neck. With my right hand still playing with her clit, I brought my left hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
“Come for me, princess. Come with me.” My voice was tinged with desperation.
She met me there, matching my savage thrusts with her own. And finally I felt it, the rhythmic, clenching pulse of her orgasm. I surged into her one more time and let go. She bucked against me, gasping, crying out curses and my name. My orgasm hit me like a lightning strike, blinding and brilliant.
We managed to make it out of the shower without killing ourselves despite our shaking muscles. I wrapped a towel around her and rubbed it over her arms. She looked up at me with a sweet, sated smile.
“So,” she said, “when are you moving back into your bedroom?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Come on, Steven.” She gave me a sardonic scowl. “I know this is really your room. I appreciate you letting me use it, but when I moved in, you thought it would be temporary.”
“When did you figure it out?” I asked, toweling my hair.
She laughed. “Around the time I realized your feet hung off the end of your bed in the other room. If I’m going to stay, you need to take your real room back. I don’t feel right keeping it.”
“Tell you what,” I said, pulling her in close. “You stay. I’ll move back in when you call it ours.”
30
CHLOE
Pregnancy Week 20:Radish is the size of a banana
“I seeyou brought your emotional support Steven with you,” Dr. Davidson greeted us.
Steven, standing at my shoulder, smirked down at me, clearly pleased with the designation. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t argue. I loved having him here with me.
Dr. Davidson smiled warmly. “How are you feeling, Chloe?”
“Good,” I said. “Like I have more energy than I know what to do with, but then I’ll crash and need a two-hour nap.”
Dr. Davidson nodded. “That’s perfectly normal. Remember to focus on protein and fiber. Fruit is great. I would never tell a pregnant woman to avoid all treats, but try to keep the sugar intake low, because it will make those energy crashes much more intense. And, of course, too much can lead to gestational diabetes. We’ll test for that in another six weeks or so. It’s easy. You drink a disgustingly sweet orange drink and then we check your blood sugar.”
Steven squeezed my shoulder. I nodded.
“So, today we’re going to do the anatomy scan,” Dr. Davidson continued. “The ultrasound technician will look at every organ of your baby’s body to make sure there are no defects and everything is growing properly. We’ll also look at the umbilical cord and where it attaches to the placenta and measure your amniotic fluid. What’s really exciting for the parents is that this time, your baby looks like a baby. We can also tell you the sex if you want to know.” She glanced at both of us and pushed to her feet. “Okay, I’ll go get the technician.”
I stared down at my baby bump. A boy or a girl? Mostly I had been referring to it asit.
“Do you want to know?” Steven asked. “Or do you want it to be a surprise?”
“It’s a surprise either way, isn’t it?” I said. “I’ll be surprised now, or surprised after I push it out.”
