Page 37 of For Her
She huffs away a strand of hair that’s fallen in her face in her efforts, and glares at me. “They look awful and I can’t go out for a pedicure without getting swarmed and ogled,” she complains.
“Whatever. You’ve got cute toes,” I tell her as I wander over and take a seat on the bench in front of her. “Gimme your foot,” I gently order, and she obliges by resting it on my knee. “And I approve of the color, by the way,” I add as I take the small bottle from her. She gives me a warm, appreciative smile with a hint of a blush as I get to work.
“I wanted to go with the theme of the shoot,” she explains.
The editor ofShred,a magazine devoted to news and features on popular rock musicians, apparently saw our Grammys appearance and wanted us to do a sexy, edgy pregnancy shoot with them. While we’re not hurting for money, what they were offering was enough to cover the nursery and it was hard to say no to.
“I don’t think they should even bother with makeup and wardrobe on this one,” I tell her as I focus intently on keeping the brush steady.
“Oh yeah? Why?” I hear her snicker and I look up.
“Because you already look like a hot rock mama in nothing but my old Replacements t-shirt,” I smirk at her, and she gives me that adorable glow again. Seriously, seeing her rocking her bump under one of my t-shirts is making my dick spring in my shorts. And no, I haven’t developed a weird jones for pregnant bellies, I’m just turned on by hers because I’m amazed at what her body can do, and because I’m the one who put that baby in there, and remembering how I did… you get the picture.
“Glad to know that even pregnant, I’ve still got it,” she winks and clicks her tongue.
“Oh you’ve more than got it,” I tell her, my voice adopting a sensual tone as I rise to my feet in front of her and screw the cap back on the polish. I remove my shirt and hover over her while she grins up at me expectantly. “In fact, how do you feel about letting your husband fuck you in his shirt?”
“I feel pretty good about that as long as you don’t smudge my toes,” she flirts, and I immediately start kissing all her parts that get her going.
“Don’t worry,” I assure her in a gruff whisper as I reach under the shirt and grab onto her panties and pull them down her thighs. “Bring your ass to the edge for me, Baby.” My good girl does as she’s told while I push my shorts down, freeing my cock.
“Do we have time? They’re going to be here soon,” she reminds me against my lips, referring to theShredcrew.
“Oh, Sweetheart, all I need is a few minutes. But what about you? What do you need?” I ask. I have no problem with quickies so long as she benefits from them.
“Touch me,” she says between fierce kisses. “Talk to me.”
“You got it,” I rasp, and my fingers reach between her legs to stroke her pussy. “Let’s get you all turned on for me. You like that?”
She leans back on her hands and lets her head fall back as she enjoys my touch.
“Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Feels good?”
“Mmmm…” She starts rolling her hips and pressing into me as her breathing becomes ragged. “Jack…”
“I love when you say my name, Baby,” I tell her as I lean in to kiss up her neck, “and I love your body… your skin… those eyes…” I lean back to look in her slate greys, sparkling with want for me behind her dark lashes.
“I love you, Jack,” she whispers, giving me more of what you want.
“I love you, too, Baby,” I gently nibble on her earlobe. “And I want you. Do you want me?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“I want you.”
“You want me inside?”
“Yes, Jack, please…” she throws one of her arms around my neck, bringing me closer and I take that as my cue to grab hold of my dick and push it inside her.
I’m a lucky man, to have this; to have her. I keep talking to her, my thoughts coming out random and hurried as I pump into her hard and slow.
“You’re so fucking sexy, I fucking love you so much, you’re all mine, Baby.”
I get worried when I notice Mayzie’s too out of breath to respond.