Page 62 of The Curveball
“Wait,” she gasps, and I freeze. She wiggles to be set down, and I do, confused about what’s making herchange her mind all of a sudden. But then she kisses me again, hard and fast.
“I have to pee so bad. Our daughter is tap dancing on my bladder.”
She darts away without another word, disappearing into the spare bathroom, and my head falls forward as I choke out a pained laugh. My dick is so hard in my pants, and I palm it with a grimace. Now what? Do I wait here? Do I go to the bedroom?
Before I can decide, the bathroom door opens again and Sage pops out.
Minus her clothes.
I stand there staring at her as she reaches behind her back and undoes the clasp on her bra. It falls to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of barely visible lace underwear, partially hidden by the swell of her stomach.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my feet finally remembering how to move. I walk over to her and cup her cheeks in my hands. She slides hers around my waist, tugging me in close so that her belly is pressed against me, skin to skin, for the first time since January.
“Make love to me, Brady.”
I kiss her, softly at first, then more firmly, until I’m drunk off her kisses. Then I scoop her up again and carry her to our bedroom.
We don’t talk. Not while I set her down on the foot of the bed, and not while I drop to my knees and trail my lips down her neck, over the soft skin of her collarbone. My hands find her breasts, feeling the weight of them, heavier than I remember.
Sage gasps and arches her back with a moan when Ilightly skim over her nipples. I remember how much she loved having her tits played with last time, and apparently pregnancy has made them even more sensitive.
“Too much?” I ask.
“God no,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.
That’s all I needed to hear. Bending down, I close my lips around one nipple and suck. My other hand is teasing her other breast while her body undulates underneath me.
“Oh yes, oh my God,” she moans, her hold tightening in my hair to the point of pain. “Brady!” she shrieks when I close my teeth gently on the swell of her breast. “Yes!”
Her breathy cries become a soundtrack to her pleasure as I play with her, remembering just what made her pant and moan last time, as well as finding plenty of new things.
“Holy crap, oh my God, I’m gonna come.” Shock colours her tone, but I don’t stop. Don’t pause what I’m doing for a single second until I feel her body shudder through an orgasm. When her fingers relax their death grip on my hair, I lift my head up after one last kiss to her breast.
“That’s a first,” she manages to say. “I mean, I’ve always enjoyed that, but I’ve never orgasmed just from someone playing with my tits.”
“Ah, but I’m not just someone,” I tease before standing and pulling her up to stand as well. “I’m the man who’s going to worship every inch of this beautiful body, the one that’s growing our child.” I move slowly,crouching back down, but this time, tugging her panties down as well.
“Every. Single. Inch.” I punctuate each word with a kiss on her swollen stomach. My hands stroke the taut skin reverently. “You’re a goddess. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
I stand back up, but my hands stay glued to her stomach, caressing the sides of it reverently. “Lie down on the bed, little mama.”
Sage immediately complies, and while she settles herself against the pillows I strip down to my underwear, only leaving them on as a last barrier in case Sage decides to pump the brakes. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl in between her legs. I stretch out on my stomach and lift her legs, one by one, to drape them over my shoulders. Pressing kisses to her inner thighs, the crease of her hips, and the lower swell of her belly, I slowly move my lips closer to her glistening pussy.
“Brady, please,” Sage whimpers, and I’m done for. I’ll give this woman anything and everything she asks for, no matter what.
But especially this.
I flatten my tongue and swipe it up her slit, groaning at how good she tastes. She cries my name again, this time grasping at the sheets instead of my hair. I can’t see her face over her belly, but I don’t need to. I know what she wants.
I remember clearly what drove her wild the last time we were together. And I pull out all the stops, devouring her like my favourite dessert.
When I swirl my tongue around her clit, her thighsclench around my head. I dip inside her entrance, and she shakes. And when I slide a finger inside of her while simultaneously sucking her clit into my mouth, her entire body goes stiff before she plummets into yet another orgasm.
That makes two, and I haven’t even got my dick wet. Not that I’m complaining. Hell, even if this is where we stop, I’m happy. Making Sage fall apart is an unreal sort of high. Like hitting a homer in the championship game and clinching the win.
Making it happen twice?
That’s a grand slam.
