Page 40 of Decidedly With Baby
“Like that, huh?” I askedJosh.
“You can’t even begin to imagine,” he said with achuckle.
Impatient to get to the good stuff, I peeled Josh’s shorts and briefs down his legs. His length sprang free, proud and willing. I flung his clothes across the room, hitting the closed blinds with them. The white plastic crunched on impact.Oops.
“Fair is fair,” he said, eyeing me like I was a ten-course meal created completely from chocolate. He stepped away from me and sat in the middle of the couch. “Now, strip!” His voice was smooth, deep, every inch aseducer.
“Ooh, I think I like you like this, Mr. Bossy.” I winked, and with a sly smile, slowly shimmied out of my yoga pants. The only thing I had left on was my forest-green thong. My long auburn hair played peek-a-boo with mynipples.
I kicked the pants to the side and did a little dance, knees together, hips swaying side to side. Keeping my knees together, I sat back as if sitting on a chair made ofair.
Did you see that? Josh practicallydrooling?
What guy didn’t want his girl to poledance?
Yeah, I know. I didn’t have a pole in my living room (or anywhere else in my apartment), and I wasn’t Josh’s girl—but that didn’t stop me from havingfun.
I pushed myself up to stand. Who knew all those years of dance would be so useful? Although I was sure Mum would have a heart attack if she found out she had spent all that money so I could striptease for my fakefiancé.
Still in erotic dancer mode, I slowly traced my fingertips up my abs and palmed my breasts. Josh licked his lips, and a subtle thrill trembled through me at the power I had overhim.
I lifted my arms in the air, moving to the slow jazz song in my head. I turned around, then stuck my arse out and wiggled it for Josh’sentertainment.
Hegroaned.
Igrinned.
But when you were pregnant and horny, there was only so much you could take before you went up in flames. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of the thong and peeled the material down my legs, still giving Josh a view of mybackside.
I could practically hear himpant.
I swiveled back to him and sashayed my way over to where he was sitting. He was still on the couch, lounging back, legs spread, his cock harder than when he had sat down. The man wouldn’t be lasting much longereither.
I dropped a knee onto the couch and straddled him, settling my hands on his shoulders. I was so wet, I wouldn’t have been too surprised if I was dripping onhim.
Missing the feel of his lips against mine, I planted a teasing kiss on his mouth. But instead of teasing him, I was only torturing myself. Teasing wasn’t enough. I needed him—all of him. I ran the tip of my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He parted his lips and welcomed mein.
While our tongues became reacquainted, his fingers had a mission of their own. His thumb found my happy place…and his slow, circular caresses brought me closer to the edge. One more millimeter—and I’d be hurling myself willingly overit.
The whimper? There might’ve been a small chance that wasme.
His thumb brushed against my clitagain.
Okay,thatwhimper was definitelymine.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I positioned myself against the head of his cock—then froze as I remembered something we weremissing.
“Guess it’s too late to worry about me getting pregnant. I’m clean if you…if you want to go without a condom.” The condoms I’d bought at the same time as the pregnancy test were in my bedroom—which at this point might as well have been in the next state over and not on the other side of the wall. It certainly felt thatway.
“I was recently tested and I’m clean too.…So yeah, I’m all for goingbare.”
I practically groaned at his sensual one-sided grin. I was totally done for. “Bare itis.”
I slowly lowered myself onto his length, releasing a soft moan as his width filled me. Once he was fully seated, I arched back, barely keeping myself from diving over the edge at the sensation of him naked insideme.
I groaned as his mouth found my neck and grazed his teeth against my sensitive skin. “That feelsamazing.”
He murmured his agreement, his hands moving to my hips. Getting the idea of what he wanted because I craved the same, I moved along his cock, slowly at first, then picking up the pace—faster,harder.
