Page 38 of For Her
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just the baby’s on my diaphragm.”
“Do you want on top?”
“I’m so close,” she shakes her head.
I don’t think. I just grab her by her ass and lift her up. Her belly is between us but she’s able to lock her hands behind my neck and hang on as I continue to thrust up into her. Gravity does us both of favor, bringing her down on me deeper, and it only takes a minute before she tightens around me and cries out, and I ram my release into her deep and hard. I growl through my climax, and turn to drop back on the bed, still inside my girl. She rests a hand on my stomach and pushes her hair out of her face as she tries to catch her breath.
“Damn, Maze,” I huff out between breaths. “Any chance you can just stay pregnant? Because it has made our sex unbelievable,” I say with a teasing smirk, but her face falls serious.
“You mean it wasn’t before?”
Shit.
“Whoa… no. I didn’t mean that, I was just-”
“So I have to stay pregnant and keep popping out your babies in order to satisfy you in bed?” Her lip curls up in a pout and her beautiful eyes turn sad.
“No, no, Baby…” I try to soothe and coax as I shoot up and wrap my arms around her. “Don’t go there, stay with me. You know I didn’t mean-”
“Gotcha,” she grins at me, her eyes full of mischief and looking pleased with herself.
“Uggghhh…” I playfully growl against her lips as I kiss her. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
Just like withtheStill Hervideo, theShredcrew is going for all the steam they can get away with on this shoot. They’ve not only set up shop by the pool, but they also requested some photos in our bedroom – a request that was vehemently denied. That place is sacred.
So instead, I’m standing by my pool in nothing but a pair of black swim trunks and a pair of Ray-Bans while I wait for my wife to get out of hair and makeup. And when she does, holy shit. I need to jump in the pool because she’s strutting out in a black string bikini. A short, black sarong-like skirt is wrapped around her waist and tied up on one hip, and her beautiful pregnant belly is bare and fully on display. Her hair is in big poofy waves.
I mentally give my dick thesit down and shut uptalk, and when he finally listens, I turn to the photographer that’s setting his equipment up around one of our lounge chairs.
“So, no offense, but this strikes me as more beachy than rock, or edgy.”
He nods as he keeps setting up.
“We’re going for sexy too, is the thing. All the skin you guys are showing will take care of that part, and then the black swimsuits and your ink will take care of the edginess.”
Alright, makes sense, I guess.
Damn, do I ever love doing music videos and photo shoots with my wife. There’s something empowering about it. I guess I like showing the world who I’m in love with, in the hopes of inspiring couple goals.
We do some shots with Maze in my lap with my arm wrapped protectively around her bump, others are of us laying back in the lounger with her against me, but my favorite is when the photographer had her sit on the edge of the pool with her legs in and sitting back on her hands while I push myself up out of the water and hover over her, dripping water on her while we give each other bedroom eyes. That one’s getting framed and put in our bedroom.
Mayzie
The wind from the industrial fan whips my hair out of my face as the extremely long train of black fabric billows behind me, giving off the impression I’m naked in a windstorm and the silky fabric just happened to blow against me, covering my important parts… or whatever they’re going for here.
At eight months pregnant, I’m not feeling all that attractive as the photographer tells me to smile demurely and then look serious, and then look like something is completely hysterical and laugh my ass off.
“That’s great! Hold that right there for a minute!” the photographer coaches.
Hold what? The pose or my pee? Because neither sounds doable at the moment.
How about, look like I’m starving? Or like I’ve been holding up a bowling ball forever? I could totally nail one of those looks right now.
“This looks great,” he murmurs to his camera as he looks at the last shot.
That’s nice.