I lean in for a kiss and she hooks her leg over mine. Pregnancy has us trying different positions and I’ve got to say, I’m a fan. Haven’t found one I don’t love yet, but this is definitely one of my favorites because I get to watch her face as she comes undone. My cock’s still hard and aching for her, so when she wiggles her hips impatiently, I pull her close and push inside her. The sweet gasp that escapes her lips as I thrust in and out is going to be the soundtrack of my dreams when we’re on the road next weekend.
“So, how is it?” she asks, moving her right hand up to her full breast and toying with her nipple.
I close my eyes and curse. “Too fucking good, like always.” I lick her other breast, sucking and kissing because her skin tastes so damn good. My hand cups the underside of her belly and I’m amazed at how soft and hard it is at the same time.
I’m pumping faster now, eager for more of her moans and whimpers. She arches her back and the movement shifts us just enough to the change the angle so that I’m filling her up with my cock. My girl’s got a greedy pussy, and I fucking love it.
“I need it,” she keens, releasing her breast and gripping my shoulder.
“Yeah?” I pant. “What do you need, Cinderella? I’m at your fucking service.”
“Come,” she cries, her eyes fluttering shut.
“You want me to come? That why you’re squeezing me so good? Fuck.Fuck.”
Maggie’s lips latch onto mine and our tongues tangle together. She pulls back, breathless, looks at me with those sky-blue eyes, and says, “Make me come, JT. Make me?—”
My fingers find her clit while my hips keep pistoning inside her. “Do it, Maggie. Come on my cock. Suck me fucking dry, Cinderella.”
Maggie’s nails dig into my skin as her inner walls convulse and I shout so loud that there’s no doubt Theo hears me from across the hall. Hell, Viv might hear me two floors down, and I don’t care. Sex with Maggie is so damn good every time, so I’m not gonna be sorry about getting a little loud. My girl’s plenty vocal, too, as she rides the high and comes back down.
“I’m so in love with you, JT Norris.” Maggie punctuates that beautiful bombshell with a sleepy, sated kiss.
Reluctantly, I peel myself away so I can clean her up and help her into the bathroom. It might not be super sexy, but it’s part of our life and our love and I wouldn’t change a thing. I love Maggie just as much when she’s wearing sexy lingerie as I do when she’s sore and tired and needs a backrub. I love her in this moment just as much as I’ll love her when I’m holding her hair back when she’s sick as a dog the next time I get her pregnant.
Because this is just the beginning.
CHAPTER 37
MAGGIE
JT woreme out in the very best way. Instead of having dinner, we had the sexy sex, as Viv would say. I’m not complaining, but now I’m hungry. We both drifted off to sleep after our orgasm-fest, and JT’s still snoozing, so I do my very best to slip out of bed stealthily. Unsurprisingly, it’s tough to be stealthy when you’re carrying twenty extra pounds in the shape of a basketball around your midsection. And don’t even get me started on my swollen, puffy ankles.
“What do you need, Maggie?” JT asks drowsily.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, heading into the kitchen. Our apartment is pretty small, so it’s only a few steps, but JT springs into action and follows me to the fridge.
“I promise I can carry a dinner plate,” I deadpan. “I know I eat a lot of brownies, but my dish is not that heavy.”
“Great,” he says, smiling and lifting it from my hands. “Then I can carry it along with mine.”
I know better than to argue, and I know how lucky I am, so I just refill our water bottles and follow him back to our room.
“You don’t mind a picnic, do you?” he asks.
Let’s be clear here. My boyfriend is gorgeous and rippedand oh-so-bendy. He cooks like a dream and cleans a house like it’s his side job. Right now, he’s sprawled out on our bed naked except for his basketball shorts and he actually thinks I’m going to say no to any questions he asks?
Not likely.
“I get to eat and then go to sleep? Those are my two favorite things, so no, I don’t mind.”
He frowns at me. “Really? What have you done with my neat freak, germaphobe girlfriend?”
I shrug. “We already made a total mess of the sheets. I figure a few crumbs won’t hurt.”
JT smiles and looks down at our bed. “Yeah…I might just throw these in the wash after we’re done eating.”
He plies me with orgasms, feeds me homemade brownies, and now he’s talking laundry. Swoon.
