Page 39 of Decidedly With Baby
“How am I not playing fair?” The laughter was still in his voice, mocking me with its deep, sinful sound. Every girlie part was now ripe with lust—and cheering me on to give into my horny hormonalneeds.
I didn’t bother to answer him. I clambered to my feet, wrapped my hand behind his neck, and pulled his head down to mine. Then my mouth was onhis.
Yes, I was weak. After this, I would buy a T-shirt declaring it. But for now, the only thing that mattered was that I gotlaid.
Our tongues became reacquainted, sliding, tasting, teasing each other. Unconsciously, I ground my hips against his, rubbing my belly against his hardeninglength.
Now it was Josh’s turn to groan, but not in aWhat-the-hell-am-I-doing?kind of way. He definitely wanted this as much as Idid.
Unable to wait any longer, I scrunched the hem of his T-shirt up his abs and chest, craving his naked skin againstmine.
Clearly hungry for the same thing as I, he yanked the offending fabric over his head and tossed it to the floor. A much more suitable spot for it anyway. My tank top joined it a second later—as did my sportsbra.
“They’re bigger than last time,” he said with a goofy grin and palmed my breasts. “Yep, definitely bigger.” He traced a nipple with his thumb, and I almost came at the heated sensation rocketing throughme.
“Oh, God,” Igroaned.
Did the old man in the apartment beneath mine just hear that?Crap. Now I was providing free porn toseniors.
Josh took my nipple into his mouth. Because I didn’t wish to be rated as better than pay per view, I bit my lip to keep from crying out again. I succeeded.Barely.
I ran my fingers through his hair and lightly tugged the soft, dark blond strands. He growled. The nipple in his mouth ached deliciously at the sensation, while everything below my waist begged for hisattention.
My free hand slid between my legs and I cuppedmyself.
Josh smiled against my breast and popped the nipple from his mouth. It instantly missed his lavish attention. If it could scowl at him, it wouldhave.
“Impatient, are we?” heasked.
I huffed areply.
He smiled that sinfully wicked grin of his that always turned me on. Surprised that I could be even more turned on? That would make two ofus.
“I guess I’ll have to do something about that,” he said. “Is it true what they say about pregnantwomen?”
“What’s that?” My finger accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally) brushed against my clit, buried under my panties and yoga pants. Igasped.
“That pregnancy makes youhornier.”
“I might have read that somewhere,” I murmured against hislips.
“I have a feeling I’m going to like this part about you being pregnant.” His voice was a warm brush against mymouth.
“I figured you’d say that. Now can you do something about myproblem?”
“What problem isthat?”
“The one where I’m incredibly horny and desperately need some relief.” I placed my hand against his hard cock. He hissed under his breath. “And from the feel of you, I’m not the only one who needsrelief.”
He laughed, the sound deep and husky. “What about theyoga?”
“I’m sure I can survive one day without it.” Heck, I could survive the entire pregnancy without it, as long as I had sex several times aday.
Good luck with that, a voice said, cracking up. Sure, if Josh and I were living together, I’d have sex pretty much whenever I craved it—as long as he wasaround.
Josh’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my yoga pants, distracting me from my thoughts. I ground my ache against his hand. What? You figured I could wait for him to stroke me where I needed it? Not bloodylikely.
Eager for more skin-on-skin contact, I slipped my hand under the waistband of Josh’s shorts. Josh groaned—apparently I wasn’t the only one planning to entertain the elderly man downstairs with freeporn.
