Page 65 of From Maybe to Baby

"I don't want to talk about it." Her typing gets more aggressive, like she's trying to drown out the conversation with keyboard clicks. "I want to focus on work. On not..." She trails off.

"Not becoming someone's mom?"

Her hands still on the keyboard. "I don't do families."

"You seemed to be doing okay with this one."

"That was before..." She gestures vaguely at the air between us. "Before it got real. Before it got... complicated."

"It'sbeenreal," I say. "Since that first splash in the pool. Since the first time you made Jace laugh. Since the first time Lukas showed you his hockey moves."

Finally, she looks at me. "I'm not their mom."

"I know."

"I don't know how to be a mom. I don't want to be a mom.”

"I get that,” I say, taking a seat on the lounge chair next to her. I take a chance and run a finger along her gorgeous, tanned thigh.

She watches me, and I watch her watching me.

“Last night was amazing,” I say, venturing further up her thigh.

“No, Jonas, I don’t think we…”

“All I can think about, Alexa, is your beautiful skin, and how you moaned…”

“God, Jonas, you really shouldn’t…”

I get to my feet and extend my hand. She’s got to realize I mean business. “I have an hour and a half before I need to get the kids.”

She takes my hand, I help her to her feet, and we walk quickly.

The woman is a sex fiend.

Praise Jesus.

While a sweet, warm breeze floats in through her open windows, my lips cover the peak of her breast. A cry breaks from her lips as my tongue flickers over and around the point, rasping sensitive flesh with my greedy tastes.

“I’m going to make you come just from this,” I tell her. “Just from me playing with your tits.”

“Mmmm. Yes. Please,” she rasps, kneading my shoulders as I lower my mouth to her inviting breasts once again. They are big and bouncy, with glorious gold dusted skin topped with large, dusky nipples. Every time I nip at her, she lets out a moan. So, I keep my attention focused on them, licking and sucking and nipping on one breast while my fingers squeeze, pull, and roll the other. I alternate, loving the taste of her skin and the sounds she is making.

I push both breasts together and run my tongue over both nipples at once, and her head falls back. “Yes,” she hisses. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

And she does, her body trembling as she lets out a long, low moan.

Holy fuck. A woman who comes from breast stimulation. Heaven.

“I want to fuck your tits,” I bark, motioning for her to sit on the edge of the bed.

She obeys, pushing her breasts together herself. Standing, I stroke my dick as I look at her, then beat it a few times against each nipple. Precum leaks from the tip and leaves a trail. I step closer and push my cock between her mounds, loving the way they feel along my length.

Alexa pushes them together harder, making a tight, hot valley for me to thrust into. I brace my hands against the headboard behind her and fuck her breasts. Every so often, she leans her head down and licks the head of my dick as I thrust upward.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck,” I groan. Her mouth and tits feel like glory, and I indulge in the sensation for as long as I can stand it.

I want to come inside her, so I thrust a few more times before stepping back and laying her down. We are soaking with sweat despite the breeze.

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