Page 61 of Blurry Little Lines
I need our bare skin to touch. My body craves his hands to roam all over me. Now. I remove my tank top and unclasp my bra, pressing my body against his. Rough hands trace up my back before his fingertips push into my shoulder blades and run down the sides of my spine like a massage. My nerves are so heightened it’s almost painful how good all of this feels. His hands slip into the back of my sleep shorts, giving my ass another squeeze. My tongue dances with his as my panting continues. I reach to set his cock free, desperate to feel it fill me.
Max lifts us and carries me to my room, locking the door behind him.Probably the smartest option with kids in this place. I flex my hips, eager for friction like a horny cat in heat, but Max gently lays me on the bed and removes his shirt. He licks his lips, assessing me intently as I lie there, panting. Lust gives me a boost of confidence and all I can focus on is getting my next orgasm as quickly as I can and however it may come. I scoot my shorts down as my finger begins to rub my clit. I am so swollen from the blood flow and all I want is him inside me.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he encourages. “Spread your pussy lips with your other hand and arch your back for me.” I don’t hesitate, but the internal ache is becoming unmanageable.
“I need you or that tentacle inside me.” My ragged breaths fill the room.
“If I had known pregnancy turned you into a little minx, I would have put a baby in you sooner.”
“Don’t talk about babies when I’m begging for an orgasm.” I slip a finger inside my drenched body, but it’s not enough.
“Let me help ease that built-up tension of yours, baby girl.” He removes his shorts and crawls on top of me.
“Sit against the headboard.” I point to the top of my bed and can already feel the sensation of that angle before he’s even inside of me.
“Yes, ma’am.” I’m already crawling on top of him before he’s properly situated. “This dominant side of you is sexy as hell.” I lower onto his dick and the sloppy sound of my wetness adds to our moans.
“Mmm, I’m so wet.” I circle my hips as his hands grab my breasts and pinch my nipples. “God, I can’t get enough!”
“Your breasts are phenomenal, Kelsie. Keep bouncing on my cock like that.” I pick up my pace. “Atta girl,” he says with a nod of his head, and it’s enough to make me lose it.
I cry out as my body stiffens with pleasure. “Don’t come yet,” I say between breaths. “I need more.”
“Take as much as you need from me, baby girl.” In a swift motion, I’m pushed back with him hovering over me. “Let’s slow it down and make it more intense.” He pulls out and slowly eases back in, tilting his pelvic bone so his coarse hair brushes my clit.
I’m insatiable for the next three orgasms until my body is completely spent and I’m too exhausted to handle another. We lie in each other’s arms to catch our breath before hopping in the shower–where Max witnesses the showerhead bringing another release through me. The bed welcomes us into a deep sleep. When I wake in the early morning hours, needing more, his head happily travels between my legs to satisfy me.
“Wow, these lollipops are the size of our face.” James smiles as I set the kids up with a movie after school. “Thank you!”
“Remember, we need to listen and stay in the living room if we want to do this again,” Mallory reminds her brother. “I’ve been wanting to watch this movie for a long time.”
Since Max moved in three weeks ago, Mallory’s attitude has been well adjusted. I’ve also prioritized more one-on-one time with her and James since Max moved in and can help with watching them. Speaking of Max, I glance at the clock trying to time their movie for when he gets home from work. It’s Friday, which means Adam and Lauren will be stopping by later. The door opens and Max enters very sweaty, which would be a turn-off with normal me. He smiles, closing the door behind him, and I slide the gym bag off his shoulder. His eyebrows shoot up, questioning my obvious need.
The past three weeks have consisted of minimal talking and focusing on Mallory and James. Max and I, when alone, have communicated mostly through the moans of our orgasms. I peek to make sure the kids are engrossed with their movie and lead Max down the hallway. We enter my room, and I take charge, pushing him against the door. I reach up on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, trying to ignore my growing bump that has been getting in the way the past few days.
“Kelsie, slow down.” Max places his hands on my hips, pushing me off my tiptoes. “Can you wait a few hours? I’m sweaty and the kids are wide awake.”
“You’re about to get sweatier.” I lean up for a kiss, but his head doesn’t meet mine. “The kids are preoccupied, and your scent is turning me on to no end.” I take a fistful of his shirt and pull myself against him. “So, fuck me, Max.” My palm rubs against his dick, and I’m proud of my new boldness that came with sleeping with him.
I feel empowered as he follows my lead and lets me push him onto the bed. I strip out of my shorts and remove my hoodie. Max hasn’t sprung his dick free, so I take the initiative to pull his workout shorts down and guide him inside me. My hands rest on his chest as I begin to ride him.
“God, I have needed this all day.” I throw my head back and feel his hands meet my stomach.
“I love your cute growing belly.” I still at the mention of my stomach, swatting his hands away. His constant attempt to make note of this pregnancy is becoming exhausting.
“We are having sex. I don’t want to think about kids.” I lean down to kiss him, and he flips me onto my back.
“You never want to talk about it.” He channels his annoyance into his thrusts and squeezes my breasts until I come. His expression changes as he pulls out.
“I'm gonna go to my room and shower now.” Max pushes off the bed.
“Did you even finish?” Why would he leave himself in need?
“I’m finished with your free samples.” He puts his shorts on. “I’m finished being treated like I’m only good for sex.”
“Ha. Bet you never thought you’d say that to a woman.” I laugh in an attempt to keep my guilt from creeping in.
“I never thought I’d have to say it to you, Kelsie.” Max runs a hand through his hair, but it doesn’t put him at ease. “I want all of you. Samples are no longer enough when I’m so close to the real thing.”