Page 9 of Ho Ho Oh No

“So you’re good with your body now? No more hiding from me, right?”

Is it possible she fully downshiftedthatquickly? If so, I should win an award for my efforts. Husband of the year, perhaps? Take that, Sawyer.

Both Sue’s shoulders rise and fall with a pointed sigh, and she flings her arms out to the sides. “Take a good look. Let’s get it over with. If you’re still here when I turn around, then I’ll get over my body issues.”

As I chuckle at her abrupt one-eighty, she gives me an honest-to-goodness fashion model twirl.

Unable to resist, I goad her some when she shows me her backside. “Slow down and shake that ass for me.”

Her feet plant, stopping her spin. But her neck keeps twisting, so she throws a facetious glare over her shoulder at me. I hit her with my best pleading expression, eyes wide and hands clasped in prayer position. With a shake of her head, she obliges, bouncing on her heels and flexing her hips to pop it back.

Look at that fucking jiggle. “Damn, I’m the luckiest man alive.”

I can’t keep my hands off her, so I stride up close, grab her hips, and let her feel how much she affects me. With that little show she gave me, I’m back at full mast.

A minute later, we stand under our respective shower heads, soaping up our bodies and trading heated glances.

I should probably start the conversation. If I leave it to her, she’ll continue avoiding it. And I get it. Talking about shit like this must be hard for her. I’ve had my share of worries about my ability to be a good dad. And when I do, she reassures me I’ll be nothing like my father. It’s my turn to offer her the same type of support, easing her worries the best way I can.

Before I figure out how to restart the conversation, I enter a trance at the sight of her. I’ve fucking missed seeing her body. Didn’t realize how much until now.

My eyes greedily soak up the view of her flesh as it grows blotchy from the hot spray. The slickness from the cascading water causes her skin to shine like it’s been oiled up. That isn’t helping me to focus on talking.

She works up a lather in her hands and swirls her palms over her breasts. I know she’s doing it innocently and not tauntingly. But having that knowledge does nothing to stop me from tumbling over the edge and giving into this carnal need.

Fuck me running, Ineedto kiss her before we talk. Just a little one. Real quick like.

Honest.

I crick my finger, beckoning her closer. “Come here, angel.”

For unknown reasons, her smile is more vibrant when her face is soaking wet. Cupping her cheeks, I tilt her face toward me and lower myself to claim her mouth. Her lips are silky, slick pillows that I can’t get enough of. Irresistible woman.

Her rounded belly brushes against my lower body, and my hands find her hips and quickly snake around to her ass.

To avoid jabbing her stomach with my raging erection, I break the kiss and grab her shoulders. “Turn around.” Poking her ass is better for us both.

Facing away from me, she tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. One of her hands reaches behind her to encircle my nape, and the other bends to grab the side of myhip. Her touch, so adoring and loving, sets off a fluttering in my chest. Slipping and sliding over her skin, my hands operate with a singular purpose—to get to her pussy and make her come for me.

Okay, fine. So maybe it won’t be just a quick kiss before we talk. That’s fine. Plenty of time to talk later. She’s only six months along. It’s not like she’s going to deliver tomorrow.

The feel of her body against mine is enough motivation for me to rationalize anything.

Besides, she’ll be much more apt to talk openly if she’s sated, right? And the party will cause less anxiety if she has a pair of orgasms beforehand. She loves things in pairs.

All the more reason to relieve some tension. Perfect plan. Husband of the fucking year, indeed.

I place a series of kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder. I have to squat a little to reach past her belly to get to her sweet pussy, but I’m nothing if not determined.

When I make contact with the silky pink flesh between her thighs, she exhales a quivering moan. I run the flat of my palm over her seam. The way she grinds against my hand sends my eyes rolling to the back of my skull.

I zero in on her clit, and she tosses her head back, leaning it against my chest. I adore the feel of her resting against me as if she needs me to keep her upright because of the pleasure overwhelming her. Making her vibrate like this has me feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof.

“I haven’t forgotten that we need to talk,” I rumble over her tender skin between nips. “But we can do this first. Okay?”

“Yes, please.” She flexes her hips, driving herself into my fingers. “Talking later is fine. You’ve convinced me.”

We writhe against each other as I swirl my fingertips over her clit. My cock prods at her backside, gliding over her skin witheach move she makes. Her whimpers turn into keens, and her breathing accelerates. The view from up here is unforgettable.

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