Page 43 of Baby for the Professor
“I know. Incredible.” The night air was cool, but I was sweating in the steaming tub. Jackson’s scorching body bumping into me once in a while didn’t make it better, and I kept thinking how wonderful it would be to make out with him here outdoors. We hadn’t done it yet. Driven by the naughty thought, I nudged against the side of his body.
He responded with a grunt and slid an arm around my waist. “Somebody is restless,” he said after a quick peck on my cheek.
I hooked both hands around his neck and stood facing him. “You can’t blame me. It’s hot in here.”
His boner twitched and he chuckled. “Okay. But there is another good news I want to share with you.”
“What is it?”
“I got the tenure.”
I squealed. “You did? When?”
“Just a few hours ago. Monica texted me, letting me know of the decision.”
“That’s wonderful!” I kissed him, long and deep. I hadn’t doubted Jackson’s commitment to our relationship since he had proposed to me, but in the back of my mind, I had also worried about our future. Although I wouldn’t hesitate to move with him if he had to work in a different state, I would prefer to stay in LA. “I also have good news for you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You’re pregnant with my baby again.”
My mouth fell. “How did you know?”
“I’m not clueless, wife. I saw you rush to the bathroom the other day.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I thought I was going to surprise him.
“I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to be disappointed. How long has it been?”
“Three weeks. I did the test yesterday.”
His grin widened. “I love you so much, Sabrina.” He held me tight and kissed me again, setting my body on fire.
I moaned as I kissed him back, sucking his lips and playing with his tongue ravenously as if I hadn’t known how good he tasted. When I felt his hardness against my belly, I didn’t hesitate to grind on it.
Jackson muttered a curse as he pulled away from my mouth. He held my arm. “Let’s go to bed.”
“No,” I said, holding on to the wall of the tub. “Fuck me right here.”
His eyes narrowed and then he nodded. “Whatever you say, naughty girl.”
He didn’t waste another second before flipping me around and bending me against the wall. Knowing he preferred taking me from behind, I didn’t object although I enjoyed looking at his face during sex.
Jackson fumbled with our clothes while kissing my neck in the back. My bikini was soon off and tossed onto the deck, along with Jackson’s trunks. His naked shaft glided on my bottom and his muscular thighs pressed against mine. His hand slid between me and the wall and kneaded my breast, while his other hand palming my ass cheek at the same time. “Fuck, Sabrina. I love every inch of you. Your body is my heaven.”
I cooed at those intoxicating words, and my lust multiplied at his skillful touch. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy ached for his manhood. “Please, Jackson. Come inside me.”
He growled. “So eager, baby. Don’t you like foreplay?” He teased me by gliding a hand up and down my drenched juncture.
“I do but I’ve had enough of it for now.” I might sound desperate, but every minute when I looked at him without touching him felt like foreplay.
He chuckled again and moved slightly away from my back, and then I felt his hand spreading my thighs open before his thick shaft made its way in between them.
“Mmmm,” I whimpered with a smile, like a hungry animal about to take her first bite of a delicious meal.
The intrusion was slow and deliberate as his hardness slipped into my dripping center. My walls contracted as he stretched me, and we both groaned at the exquisite sensation that neither of us tired of despite our frequent love-making over the year.
“I love your hot tub, Sabrina,” he whispered into my ear while thrusting again. “Always so wet for me.”
Oh God. I became wetter hearing that. I loved my husband’s brilliant mind but loved his dirty mouth even more. I swiveled my ass against him as I pushed along his hard cock, making him groan louder.
