Page 18 of Waiting for Her

“Like you want to devour me.”

Oh she has no fucking idea how true that statement is. But instead of telling her, I just give her a sly smile before crawling up the bed until I’m face to face with her heat.

“Max, you don’t have to—”

I stop her with my mouth, zeroing in on her clit as her words fall on deaf ears. I know she thinks I’m only doing this because I have to. I bet her asshole ex didn’t do anything to show her just how much she’s worth, but that’s about to change.

“Addison, this pussy belongs to me. It gets wet for me, it comes for me and I will make sure that only my tongue gets the pleasure of tasting it from this day forward.”

Her moan is all I can hear before I dive in, devouring her with my mouth and showing her exactly how much I want her with just my tongue. I will admit that eating her out while pregnant isn’t something I’m used to, but the fact that she’s ready to go off again so soon is probably one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. And I want more. So much more.

“Max, please!” she screams, her fingers gripping at the sheets beneath her as she hangs on for dear life. “Shit,” she whispers, her hips grinding against my mouth, and before I can demand that she come, before I can beg her to flood my mouth with her arousal, she screams.

Her hips jerking as she comes for the second time in as many minutes. And if I have it my way, it won’t be her last for the next few hours.

Addison

Fucking hell. I haven’t come like that since college and even then, I don’t think I saw stars, and that’s exactly what Max has just done to me. He’s made me see fucking stars. From the way his eyes light up the second his head pops up over my stomach, I know he’s proud of himself, and if I wasn’t so exhausted from the incredible orgasm he just gave me, I would probably rib him, tell him to get off his high horse when in reality he deserves all the praise. He did in five minutes what men have tried to do for the past decade.

“You think that’s it?” he whispers, kissing over my belly and up to my breasts, paying special attention to each nipple.

The second his tongue flicks over the hard peaks, I realize what pregnant women are talking about when they say everything is more sensitive when you’re pregnant because right now I could come just from his mouth on me. But that’s not what I want, I want to be surrounded by him, I want to know what he feels like thrusting inside of me. What I want is to be fucked so hard I can’t see straight.

“What do you want, beautiful?” he asks, nipping at my ear before taking my mouth in a punishing kiss that tells me exactly what he wants to happen next. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes dilate, his fingers grasping my thigh just a bit tighter as he carefully hooks it around his waist, my head falling back as the tip of him lightly brushes against my clit. For the first time in weeks, Max’s control slips, his need for me outweighing whatever is holding him back, and for a split second, I think I’ve won. I think he’s finally going to give in and do exactly what I want.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that,” he murmurs right before he takes my mouth once more in a soft and sensual kiss. “All I want to do is fuck you, baby, so hard you’ll feel it the next day, but right now we need to go slow.”

The disappointment must be clear in my eyes because Max’s small smile appears right before he rests his forehead against mine.

“Do you not…”

He smirks before shaking his head, kissing me softly before altering our position so that I’m on my side and he’s pressed directly behind me. My breaths start to quicken as his teeth gently bite the curve of my neck, his groans whispering over my skin and causing a whole new sensation to wash over me.

“Addison, all I want to do is sink deep inside that pussy of yours. It’s all I’ve been thinking about these last few weeks, but with this.” He gently rubs my stomach, the reality of the situation creeping back to me. “This makes it a bit more complicated, so we just have to experiment and see what you like.”

I have no words. Being here with Max the way I always dreamed is one thing, but seeing him completely put his own needs and desires aside to make sure I’m comfortable is the reason he owns my heart.

“And I plan on doing this over.” His lips rest against my ear, causing a shiver to race up my spine. “And over.” His rasp sounds deep, rumbling through his chest. “And over until I can fuck you hard the way you need me to.”

Jesus. His dirty talk is like a fucking drug. But the bliss doesn’t last long as the seeds of doubt creep in once more.

“Max?” My voice shakes as I take his fingers and lace them between mine, bringing them to rest on my stomach.

“Yeah?”

“I… I haven’t done this in a while, so just… go slow, okay?”

The atmosphere in the room changes as I brace for the question I know is coming.

“How long?” he mutters, kissing my neck softly while squeezing my hand gently.

“About five months.”

His intake of breath is enough for the word vomit to escape.

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