“I’m lucky about a lot of things.” He was super fucking lucky that just the scent of him made her cream her panties. He took a step away from her. “Let some of the water out of the tub.”
She rolled her eyes as she walked past him.
“Trust me.” He winced as her face hardened.
“That will never happen again. I may have sex with you, and I may even agree to your silly games, but I'll never trust you.” She pushed down the lever that controlled the plug.
He wasn't going to argue with her right now, but he would win her back. He had to. She was the only thing he’d ever truly wanted. He walked over to her and captured her hand. “My games are not silly.”
He kissed her fingertips and then began unbuttoning her shirt. He moved slowly and methodically, letting his fingers brush against her soft skin before he kissed every inch of flesh he exposed. She was warm and soft and perfect. He trailed kisses over the top of her rounded belly and along the stretchy fabric of her pants. By the time he undid the final buttons on her blouse, his dick pushed against his zipper and her breath was labored.
He straightened. “Put the plug back in and start the hot water.”
She turned, pausing for a half-second as her hip grazed his dick and then she bent. He placed his hand on her ass, loving the softness of it. She stilled.
“Lower the lever for the plug.” He gave her butt a gentle slap and she obeyed, a soft blush covering her cheeks. He ran his hand over her ass, stopping when his fingers rested at the back of her pussy.
She turned on the water but didn’t straighten.
“Is this what you’re waiting for?” He slid his hand between her legs a little more, softly stroking one finger along her seam.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You’ll have to wait a little longer.” He took her arm and helped her up. He knelt before her, his eyes locking with hers as he slid her pants down her legs. His gaze moved to her stomach—their child. He touched her gently with both hands. Her belly was so warm and hard, holding all his hopes and dreams. Everything he’d ever wanted was inside this woman. He looked up at her.
She watched him, her eyes soft and warm.
“You are so beautiful.”
“I’m huge.” She laughed.
“You’re beautiful.” He kissed her stomach before pulling down her underwear. He trailed his fingers across the underside of her belly close to her pussy before sliding his hands up her thighs. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails scraping gently through his shirt. He wanted to bury his face in her pussy and devour her until she screamed but tonight, he needed her desperate for him.
He stood, taking a step back, his eyes roving over her lush body. “You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.” He grabbed her by the back of her neck and kissed her. It was hard and demanding, his tongue exploring and possessing. She leaned into him, moaning as her arms wrapped around his neck. He broke the kiss, his heart racing as he leaned over and turned off the water. He lowered his mouth to hers, but this time his kisses were soft and fleeting, teasing her as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. He unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze raked over her breasts. They were larger and so sensitive that even the softest touch made her moan. He bent, blowing across her nipple before flicking it with his tongue. Her fingers slid into his hair, and her body trembled as he wrapped his lips around her turgid peak and sucked gently. Her back arched and her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him to her. He wanted to press his cock against her softness, but her belly kept him from that paradise and that was good. Tonight, he had to move slow, make her desperate for him.
He straightened, taking her hand. “In you go, my dear.”
She frowned at him but stepped into the tub, sighing as she leaned back, sinking into the water. He’d love to join her, but that wasn't part of tonight’s plan. He kissed her, his tongue teasing hers as his hand slid over her stomach and between her legs, stroking her pussy. “I'll be right back. Don't start without me.”
CHAPTER 25: Alison
Alison grabbed a hairband from the shelf near the tub and pulled up her hair, before sinking deeper into the warm water. This felt better than wonderful. The weight of her giant, distorted body eased from her as she partially floated in the water and the constant pain in her lower back subsided to a dull ache.
Harker came back into the room, carrying a TV tray and placing it next to the tub.
“What are you doing?” Just the sight and scent of him made her body begin to throb again. She wished he’d finish what he’d started earlier, but it looked like tonight was going to be one of those long nights where he teased and tormented her before letting her come.
“Taking care of you.” He bent and kissed her forehead, tugging on her ponytail. “I like this.”
“I bet you do, but that’s no longer part of our relationship.” She still refused to suck his dick. She wished she could refuse to have sex with him, but she wanted him too badly for that.
“One day it’ll be back in our repertoire.” He ran his thumb over her lips.
She wanted to lick him and pull him into her mouth, but she wasn’t cruel enough to tease him about a blowjob, especially since he hadn’t had one in months.
“I’ll be right back.” He turned and walked away. He returned a few minutes later, carrying a plate of food and a wine glass. He put the food on the tray and handed her the glass. “Your grape juice, my dear.”
“Why did you put it in a wine glass?” She smiled. The big jerk could be charming when he wanted to be.
