He hisses in approval and jumps from the bed and I hear the shower turn on. One minute later I hear it turn off and I smile. He walks back into the room as he dries himself, then drops to his knees at the side of the bed.
“I need me some clarity, baby.”
Hmm, my eyes close as his mouth takes me with slow gentle adoring licks. He can’t get enough of the taste of me, of the feel of me and I can’t get close enough to him. I need him wrapped around me, inside of me.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“Not yet. I need this.” His tongue starts to lick me long and hard and my hand instinctively grips the back of his head. “Come. I want you to come on my tongue. I need you soft and open, Presh.” He continues his onslaught for ten heavenly minutes.
He nips my clitoris with his teeth and when I jump, he starts to suck me and I fall into an orgasm so strong that I lurch off the bed.
“Hmm.” He groans as he tastes my orgasm. “You taste so good.”
Oh dear God, this man is divine.
He stops and kisses my inner thigh as his eyes hold mine. “How do you want me?” he whispers.
I smile. Since I have been pregnant, I have been in control of our positions. I always choose how I want it as he doesn’t want to pressure me into something that might hurt me.
I place my hand on his cheek. “I want to kiss you. I want to hold you.”
He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand and gently lies behind me, putting his bottom arm underneath my head. We kiss, slow and tenderly as he lifts my top leg and places my foot onto his top thigh. He spreads me with his fingers and slowly slides himself deep into my body.
We both close our eyes at the feeling. His hand drops to my round stomach and he holds it. It’s like a little love cacoon. I feel so safe, so loved. He withdraws slowly and then pushes back in to me as he kisses me over my shoulder.
“You feel so good,” he whispers as his hips pump me on autopilot. The feel of his lips on mine, his large cock inside of my body and his hand protectively on my stomach is too much. I start to quiver and he holds me tight and picks up the pace, his hand never leaving my stomach.
“You fuck me so good, baby,” he breathes.
The sound of my arousal slaps heavily in the air as his body leaves and re-enters. For ten blissful minutes we writhe together, giving and taking the pleasure we both desperately need.
“I can’t last.” He pushes out as his lips start to quiver against mine. I clench and burst into an orgasm, and he brings his hand onto my hip and pulls me deep onto his cock so I can feel the telling jerk of his orgasm. His hand leaves my stomach and comes to my cheek and he holds me as he looks at me lovingly.
“I fucking adore you,” he whispers.
I smile as my eyes glaze over. This is how lovemaking is done. “‘That’s good, because I fucking love you.”
“Do you want a coffee?” Cameron asks.
“Tea, please,” I reply.
“Hot chocolate, thanks,” Didge mutters as she swipes through her phone. We are sitting on the bonnet of our car watching Joshua play Polo. Its Sunday afternoon and Bridget and Cameron have met me here. We came straight from Willowvale, and this is his last game for a while. Joshua has told them he is unavailable until after the baby is born in four weeks. I told him I’m going to go overdue, but he doesn’t believe me. Adrian is working, apparently he is snowed under and couldn’t make it. I need to go to the bathroom but it’s such a fucking drama. I need to drag four frigging guards with me and they all wait outside while I go. Paparazzi are everywhere and I can almost feel the lenses clicking on me. This is the only place they can get their photographs of Joshua and I together and, naturally, we are being hounded because of the impending birth story. Adrian has had his styling job upped to a whole new level of Hell, Nothing bloody fits me. He is coming over weekly now and making me try stuff on, taking photos of every outfit with his phone. He then studies it so he can direct me what to wear when I’m going to be photographed, so thank Heaven for him. He makes me look better than I do. Today, I am wearing camel coloured jeans and a white linen shirt, which hangs down, with short brown boots and a brown hat that lets my hair fall out and full. My standard chunky bangles are on to hide my horrible scar. As soon as I have the baby, I’m going to see about getting some laser or something on it. I want it gone from my life.
I look at the bathrooms on the other side of the field and then over to my guards sitting on the car behind me. God, its so annoying taking guards everywhere I go.
“I need to go to the bloody bathroom again,” I mutter.
“Again?” Bridget frowns.
“I know, right? Baby Stanton is sitting on something.” I sigh, unimpressed.
She smiles, rubs my stomach and goes back to her phone. I try to hold it, but I really do need to go.
“I’m going to the bathroom before Cam gets back.”
“Want me to come?” she asks without looking up.
“No. It’s ok.” I stand and wave to Max and he comes straight over. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Ok, sure.” He turns and signals to the other guards. I then drop my head and walk to the bathroom with two men in front of me, and two trailing behind. This really is over kill but it’s not even worth fighting with Joshua over it. I can hear the cameras clicking as I walk. God, I must look like a beached whale. Who on Earth would want to see these photos? I get to the bathroom and join the queue to find two women before me. The light is blown so there is only light coming in from the small windows up above the sink. And then I feel it, hot and running down my leg. My eyes widen. Holy fuck, I must be wetting myself. I try to stop it but I can’t and it keeps coming.
Oh my God.