“Do you, uh, need to see down there?” I asked. I parted my legs in the water a little bit, and his nostrils flared. “You can let me know if anything looks off, in your medical opinion. I haven’t been able to see my own pussy in weeks. I usually, er, keep things a bit more trimmed. Just so you know. But the idea of bringing a razor anywhere near there right now while I can’t see and can barely reach just feels like a recipe for a lot of pain. And bleeding.”
Jesus. Why was I rambling about my lack of pubic hair grooming right now? The only reason he was looking down there was due to a doctor’s curiosity. I was the perv getting all wiggly and needy. Meanwhile, he was studying me, all stoic and… And scholarly.
Andhot.
God help me, he was hot. He’d gotten wet dragging me out of the water, little sparkly drips and drops running in rivulets between the hard planes of his pectorals and abs.
I wanted to lick him. Like he was a big, pink ice cream cone.
And I also kind of wanted to cry. Because if this was what the rest of my life was going to look like – relentlessly pining overthe man who lived with me, took care of me, slept in the same fucking bed as me – then I was going to be on the struggle bus. Big time.
Ah, pregnancy. How blessed I was by it. To be so colossally horny and weepy all at the same time.
At least I’ll have Baby Girl soon, I told myself miserably. Taking care of a kid would definitely give me something to throw myself into. A most excellent distraction.
Someone to give all my love to.
“You do not have to show me if you don’t want to,” Zohro rasped, even as he was bending lower to get a better look at me through the rippling water.
“It’s fine. You’re a doctor. And you’re going to see a whole freaking baby come out of there soon enough. So… Go ahead.”
Zohro slowly released my arms, moving to grip the sides of the tub instead. Something cracked in his grip – either the plastic or his knuckles.
“Careful, cowboy,” I murmured. “Don’t wreck my tub!”
For someone whose hearing was apparently so good he could keep track of my breathing from another room, he didn’t seem to hear me. His grip on the sides of the tub didn’t ease as his eyes burned a powerful line, straight between my legs. My pussy throbbed, his attention there as arousing as a physical touch.
I wanted to touch myself.
I wanted him to touch me even more.
But he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t.
And that was alright. Wasn’t it?
It had to be.
“If you have any questions,” I said, casting my gaze up at the ceiling. “You can just ask.”
I’d meant questions about my anatomy. About the genitals he was staring at right now with such fervent intensity.
But apparently, he didn’t really get that. Because the next moment, he wrenched his eyes up to mine and asked, “Why have we not yet kissed?”
23
ZOHRO
Jolene sat up straighter, which in turn hid more of her cunt from me. What a fool I was. This was the first opportunity I’d had to see her naked body, and I’d ruined it by asking the first stupid question that came to mind. Now, that alluring dark slit with its swollen flesh, the hood that hid her most sensitive place, and the intriguing dark red hair, were almost entirely blocked from my view.
“What? That’s what’s on your mind right now?” Jolene asked. Water adorned her cheeks, glittered in her eyelashes. Glistened on the large orbs of her human breasts, mammary tissue that I knew was for feeding her infant but that made my cock pulse perversely anyway.
“It is always on my mind,” I replied.
My wife had grown more and more comfortable with me during our time together. She conversed easily with me, even seemed content to spend time near me. When she had her pick of tasks to do, she almost always chose whichever chore would keep her in close proximity to me throughout the day. I did not think she was repulsed by me – at least not as much as she had been on the day of our wedding.
I thought that she might even stay beyond the trial period, which was due to end very soon.
Maybe that deadline was what had spurred the sudden question. But I had not lied. It was on my mind all the time. I knew kissing was something humans did as couples. I understood that it could be quite arousing, and that maybe, being so pregnant, she did not want to feel that way. Maybe she did not want it to lead to intercourse, even if I feverishly fantasized about that very thing.
