Page 21 of Dubious Secrets

“So busy. It’s different out here. I like it,” she says whimsically.

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Stassie stands, cleaning her plate off and placing her dish in the sink.

“Yeah, anyway. That’s kind of why I’m calling. I have my return date. The contract ends next month and I’ll probably have a flight back the next day.”

I clear my throat. “Oh wow. Time has just flown by. Send me all the details when you have a chance.”

Mary hums. “Oh, break ending. I got to go. Love you, tell Stassie the same!”

She hangs up before I can respond and I’m thankful for once because I didn’t necessarily want to say it back to her, at least not in front of Stassie.

“She’s coming home soon?”

I nod. “Next month.”

She nods, biting down on her lip. I stand from the table and walk over to her, cradling her hips.

“Want to cuddle on the couch or bed?” I ask with a grin, seeing the needy expression on her face. It also gives us both the opportunity to not address the elephant in the room.

Her cheeks blush. “Actually, I was wondering if we could try something new. It might help with my clinginess.”

“I don’t mind it.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure, but it doesn’t allow you to get much done.”

I chuckle. “Okay, what do you want to try?”

“Naked cuddling. Just hold me naked.”

My eyebrows raise. “Stassie, not to state the obvious, but we already do that.”

Her bottom lip pouts out. “No, this is different. That’s after we’ve fucked, and it’s just all different, okay?”

Holding up my hands in surrender, I wave to the couch. “Here or the bed?”

“Here, then we can watch some TV.”

Our eyes don’t leave each other as we strip out of our clothes, a strange intimacy at watching in the middle of the day in the open inside of the apartment. I move to the couch and sit down in the center. Stassie moves over me, and I startle in surprise when she straddles my lap.

She snuggles into my chest, and I sigh, wrapping my arms around her. Maybe she’s onto something because the feel of her warm skin on mine is soothing—if we ignore my hard cock that her hot pussy is resting against.

“Thank you for doing this. I was reading somewhere that sometimes pregnant women are attracted to the scent of their partner. Probably to promote bonding. Lately, I’ve been wishing I could crawl into your skin,” she says.

I laugh, rubbing at her sides. “I guess it makes sense. You’re growing a piece of both of us. And if I’m going to be honest, I don’t mind. I like holding you.” It’s a reluctant confession, but she relaxes further in my arms. She’s more comfortable with the sex stuff, but anything to do with emotions or our relationship, she pulls away.

Stassie hums. “I like you holding me too.”

We rest like this for a while, my head resting against the back of the couch as I stare up at the ceiling. My cock is so hard, it's nearly painful. Stassie falls asleep and every so often she wiggles, rubbing her tight ass and wet pussy against me. It’s driving me wild, making me desperate to come.

I battle with the urge to adjust her, slip my cock inside her, and just gently fuck her while she sleeps. But it’s a little too close to what happened that got us in this situation, and I don’t want to open old wounds. I doubt Stassie would mind, considering she jumps on me any chance she gets. With a groan, I try to think about anything but the beautiful pregnant woman in my arms.

She wiggles after a while, rubbing her pussy against me even more. But I can feel her wet flesh on my skin, and I blow out a breath.

“Don’t move,” I grit out, my fingers flexing on her hips.

I know she can feel my hard dick poking her.

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