“Yes.”
“Tell me, Liv. Beg me.”
“I want to come so bad. Please.” I don’t think I’d ever begged for anything this much in my life, and it left me feeling totally at his mercy, which only made me want it more.
“How do you want to come?” he asked. “You want to ride it? Bounce on it?”
“Yes, yes…”
His hands had been on my thighs again, preventing me from moving up and down, allowing only that gyration movement.
But then he lifted his hands, freeing me.
I almost didn’t wait, but it was only a second before he said, “Do it, Olivia. Come all over my cock.”
I slid up his cock, then back down fast, bumping against him…and then I couldn’t stop.
Max was kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling on them.
His hips bucked me up and down harder and I felt the head of his penis strike me deeper than ever before as I clenched around his shaft.
I exhaled heavily, not even having realized I had been holding my breath. All of my concentration was on our movements and the way he was fucking me from underneath.
“I can’t get enough of you, Liv.”
“I can’t get enough of your cock. Fuck me, fuck me…” I blurted.
Max’s upward thrusts grew stronger as I moved my hips up and down, riding him as fast as my body could take it.
“Come on my cock,” he repeated, and it was all the urging I needed.
I cried out a yelp, took in a deep breath, and started to come just as I felt his silken release inside me.
FIFTEEN
About halfway through my second trimester, I was really starting to show and was becoming a little obsessed with it.
I was spending almost as much time buying new clothes as I was doing my job on the film. Max had no problem with me doing whatever I wanted, and since a lot of my work could be handled over the phone — problem solving and such — it didn’t matter if I was on the set or browsing in a store somewhere trying to find the perfect shirt that would hide my growing baby-bump.
More troubling, though, was the sex between Max and I. There was something decidedly different about it. For one thing it had decreased in frequency. But when we did have sex, he didn’t seem as into it as much as he always was — especially when compared with how he had been in the months before we found out I was pregnant.
I had noticed it with increasing clarity over the last couple of weeks, and it coincided with the time my body was noticeably changing.
At first, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself. But then that resolve to just deal with it turned to a little bit of anger. Frustration, at least.
And that’s how I was feeling one day when I was trying on some new clothes in front of the tri-fold mirror in my large walk-in closet. I had gone through a few skirts and pairs of slacks, along with a few shirts, and I didn’t like any of them.
I was between outfits, trying to decide which to try next, standing there in my bra and panties, when I started to cry. Not sobbing, but just feeling a little overwhelmed by all of this. And I’m sure the hormonal changes had something to do with it, as well.
“What’s wrong?”
I was startled by Max’s voice and as I turned toward the door to see him, I reflexively threw one arm up across my bra and dropped my other hand down in front of my panties.
Max looked simultaneously worried and amused by my reaction.
“Olivia,” he said, moving toward me. “What’s the matter?”
He wrapped his arms around me and drew me in close to him.
My forehead fell to his chest and I continued to sob lightly.
“Talk to me,” he said.
He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face, looking into my eyes.
“Are you not attracted to me?” I asked.
His brow furrowed and his head tilted to the side. “What? Why would you think that?”
“You’re not…it’s not the same.”
Max put his hand on the side of my face and with his thumb he wiped away a tear rolling down my cheek. “What’s not?”
I exhaled heavily. “When we make love.”
He slowly shook his head. “No, no. That’s not it at all. I just want to be gentle with you.” He smiled. His hand drifted down the front of my body, finally coming to a stop as his palm rested on my belly. “You’re as gorgeous as always.”
I raised up on my tiptoes for a kiss.
Max wrapped his arms around me again and held me close, not letting our lips separate. Then he lifted me off the ground, and a few steps later, out in the bedroom, he was laying me on my back.
“I don’t want you to be different with this,” I said, looking up at the ceiling.
Max was kissing my neck, then the upper part of my chest. I looked down and watched as his tongue traced the edge of my bra over my plump breast.
He looked up at me. “I lust for every inch of your body, and I’m going show you.”
I arched my back so he could unclasp my bra, and he tossed it off the bed. He lowered his head, and traced circles around my left nipple, then my right, then back to the left one where he opened his mouth wide and sealed his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.
Since becoming pregnant, my nipples were hypersensitive, and Max was clearly picking up on that fact, giving them more time and attention than he ever had. I squirmed beneath him as the sensation radiated from my breasts to all of my extremities.
I could have stayed there for hours as the tortuous pleasure engulfed me, but Max had other ideas.
Gently, he turned me onto my side, his tongue never leaving my skin, sliding along my side, then to my back as he positioned me onto my stomach.
I felt his soft, warm kisses on the middle of my back. Then higher, between my shoulder blades, and higher still, to the back of my neck as he swept my hair off to the side.
As he made a trail of soft kisses down my spine, he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my panties.
Moving his mouth down lower to the small of my back, then to the curve of my ass, he slipped the underwear down my legs, following down the back of my right leg, kissing and licking along the way.
Then to my left ankle, and back up my left leg, slowing as he neared the top, then surprising me by biting me lightly on the cheek of my ass.
Max turned me onto my side, facing him. His head was still near my waist. He lifted my leg and brought it to his face, kissing the inside of my thigh, then moving farther up.
Rolling me over onto my back, he said, “I’ll never get enough of you, Liv.”