Page 9 of For Her
Before Crazy Mayzie comes out and makes things weird.
“Are you sure?” he calls after I’ve shut the door behind me.
“Yep! Totally fine!” I holler back. “No need to take care of me.”
Because apparently it stresses him out.
Jack
Oh my God, I’m gonna DIE!!
Four
Mayzie
I’m pretty proud of myself. I only took five minutes to simmer down in the bathroom, then I spent the day occasionally nibbling on the fresh, flaky croissants my loving husband brought me when I felt like I could stomach it, all while watching Jack like a freaking hawk. I don’t know if I’m expecting him to spontaneously combust, collapse, or what, but I’m worried about him. I’m doing my best not to freak out, not wantinghimto freak out.
We spend the rest of the day relaxing between Jack playing in his garage/construction shop, and me pretending to write while I Google his symptoms and try not to hyperventilate. We have a bland dinner while talking about anything but the big, fat, obnoxious elephant in the room, and afterwards, I finish up some notes on the next blog entry and venture upstairs to our bedroom. I hear the shower running in our connecting bathroom and decide to treat myself to one of my favorite views in the world – a certain rock star’s lean, tatted, naked body… with water running down every muscled valley and crevice. I open the bathroom door and am not disappointed. After I’m hit with the cloud of steam, I see him on the other side of the glass enclosure with his back to me, slathering his manly-scented soap all over his ripped chest and arms.
I came up here to maybe fess up that I’m feeling worried, but now… now I just want to throw myself at him. I feel sensitive and swollen between my legs all of a sudden as I watch him tilt his head back and work it from side to side, the muscles of his neck and back cording with the movement. I feel the arousal blossom in my core before releasing to spread throughout the rest of my body. I step closer to the glass, and he must sense my eyes on him because he turns to look at me over his shoulder before letting the rest of his body follow, turning to face me completely. He takes only a second or two to regard me, his hair hanging it wet strands in his face before his eyes darken to mirror the lust he sees in mine.
I hold his stare for a moment before letting my eyes pan down his chest to his rocky abs, as the droplets of water venture further south. Watching his cock harden and grow before my eyes makes my clit begin to pulse in rhythm with the shower jets while I look between it and his eyes.
“Hey, Sweetheart,” he grumbles, his voice tender but heavy with desire. “You going to get in here with me, or what?” A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, making me forget my worries. I do want to join him – after I entice him a bit more. It’s only fair.
I take my time pulling at the sash on my short cotton robe and make a slow reveal, pulling open one side before the other. Jack reaches down and wraps his hand around his impressively erect dick and starts to stroke it, slowly squeezing and releasing up and down as he watches my robe slide off my shoulders. My lips part as I let it drop to the floor, and my pussy gives a squeeze in response to what he’s doing on the other side of that glass.
I want that inside of me.
“Fucking hell, that body,” he practically growls as he pumps himself some more. I’m so turned on I can’t stand it, and my hormones are at war over wanting him inside me and wanting this wonderfully torturous feeling to continue. “Baby…” he pleads. “Come here.”
I step onto the fluffy bathmat as he nudges the door open. I step in and throw my arms around his neck as his lips come down on mine in a claiming lock. One arm goes around my waist while the other pulls the door closed behind me, securing us in our steamy capsule.
Every inch of my skin is hyperaware of every bit of his that is touching it. My boobs are mashed and aching against his chest, and his smooth, hard cock is pressed against my stomach as his mouth ravages mine. Warm drops of water drip from his hair onto my cheeks while I rub my body against his, desperately seeking relief. I release a sound that is half whimper, half moan, into his mouth.
Jack and I haven’t had sex much in the last couple of weeks due to my nausea. We’ve been intimate and close as ever, touching and kissing a lot, but it’s been difficult to feel sexual when I get sick so unpredictably. I don’t know if my body is making up for lost time or what, but I’m revved and raring to go, right now, as Jack confirms when he reaches between us to glide his fingers along my clit.
“Jesus, Baby. You’re so… oh my God, I don’t think you’ve ever been this…” he’s dumbfounded at the amount of wetness between my legs that he knows didn’t come from the shower. I grip his biceps and respond with a wanton moan as I continue to kiss along his chest and his neck. His fingers don’t leave my sex, aggressively rubbing and massaging as he backs me against the tile wall.
“Jack,” I pant, “I want you. Please.” My clit is pulsing and throbbing, swollen with a desperate want and I’m on the brink of exploding.
“You need to come, Baby.” His voice is husky in my ear before he starts nibbling and licking down my jawline to my neck.
“Jack, please,” I beg, my voice sounding feral. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I will, Sweetheart,” he promises against my wet skin, as his mouth continues south and his hand doesn’t halt its spellbinding motions between my legs. “But you’re so close. Come for me first, Baby.”
As much as I want his cock inside me right now, I know what he’s doing. I’m aching so bad and I’m so close, he wants to take the edge off so that we can both fully enjoy it when he’s inside of me.
I relinquish control and give in, letting him take me all the way there. I allow the pleasure to overtake my body as his skilled fingers pick up the pace a notch and his mouth journeys down my chest before closing over my breast. A few strokes of his tongue over my nipple and an orgasm erupts in my core before blasting hot throughout the rest of my body. It’s more powerful than any I’ve ever had before; my scream bounces off the bathroom walls as my fingers grip the wet strands of Jack’s hair with one hand, and my nails bite into his bicep with the other. He wraps an arm securely around me as my body convulses against him, while his other hand adds more speed and pressure, bringing every ounce of my climax to its fullest potential. The mind blowing, unbridled bliss seems to last forever, and is almost too much. The pregnancy hormones seem to be giving me one hell of a tradeoff for the hardships as my mind seems to float above my body.
Jack pays close attention to my body’s reaction to him, adjusting his strokes to ease me back down after what seems like several minutes.
“That’s it, Baby… holy shit.”
My body is still pulsing but finally recovering when he reaches over to slam the water off and push the shower door open.
“What are you doing?” I ask dazedly.