“You got full moon, just for me?” she coos, beginning to giggle .
“I am a billionaire, after all,” I shrug .
“That you are, Boss,” she sighs, leaning forward to kiss me. As she shifts her weight, I feel the outline of her bones and muscles rocking against my cock. I’m instantly hard, wanting her immediately. Even as she gets more pregnant, I find I only want her more, want to impress every part of me on her .
Her lips are gentle, sliding back and forth across mine as her hair curls over my shoulders, tickling my neck. She runs her tongue over my upper lip, teasing me by rolling her hips against me .
“Oh my God, you’re so hard,” she sighs, opening her mouth to bite gently at my lower lip. She moans softly and rocks, pulsing against me .
My thumbs find the sides of her panties and pull, tugging the elastic down over her ample thighs. She frees my cock from my trousers with one hand, stroking my shaft and purring with satisfaction. She balances herself over me, teasing me, making me wait. Her warmth and wetness drift over me, making me crazy .
“Do it, Ava,” I beg her, gripping her hips tightly .
She raises her eyebrows playfully. “Do what?” she asks innocently .
I groan with need. “Fuck me, baby,” I moan. “Get on my cock .”
With a smile, she lowers herself onto me. I could feel every ridge of her hot, deep pussy as it slides millimeter by millimeter over my quivering shaft. Slowly she retreats, then back down she comes, tight and slick. Her hips circle luxuriously, taking every inch of me up to the hilt. She buries me inside her beautiful, fertile body, making me a part of her .
We go more slowly than we ever have before, watching each other, letting the passion build and build. Letting the stars witness what we’ve made together. When we climax, it’s a mixture of passion and pain, with all the emotions flooding out like something has broken free .
I bury my face against her neck, not wanting her to see through me, to see how wounded I feel. She’s so close, yet still so far away .
Chapter 40
AVA
B ea taps vengefully at the keyboard, making disgusted faces at the screen. I try to ignore her as I shuffle around the room, kicking stubbornly at boxes, trying to imagine how this is ever going to accommodate a couple of babies .
Can babies sleep in bunk beds? Can they sleep together? This room is so small, I can’t believe I’m paying for two bedrooms. It’s basically a closet, with another closet in it .
Babies. Oh my gosh. Every time I say that to myself, I freak out just a little bit .
“Okay, what the hell is a breast pump?” Bea sneers. “Aren’t your breasts big enough already, right now? They’re scary big, Ava. Terrifying .”
I can’t help but glance down, and she’s got a point. My breasts are ginormous, verging on absurd. The rest of me hasn’t caught up yet, even though I’ve gotten a little bit thicker. But in comparison to the boobs, my belly hasn’t really gotten significantly bigger .
“A breast pump is for storing milk. You pump it out, not pump the breasts up .”
“Milk?” she raises an eyebrow at me .
“Breast milk,” I explain. “Did you not pay attention at all in healthcare class? Any of those women’s studies classes cover this at all ?”
“Women studies has absolutely nothing to do with actual women stuff, I’ll have you know,” she informs me archly. “Mostly we talked about the patriarchy .”
“Well, that’s messed up,” I sigh, considering a mural on this wall. Babies like murals, right ?
“You’re telling me. Okay… a changing table? One or two ?”
“Zero. Mom says changing tables are a waste of space. And babies can fall off of them. I’ll just use the bed or floor or something .”
“Well, that’s terrifying,” she scowls, stabbing at the keyboard again .
“What website are you on, anyway?” I ask, suddenly curious .
“Craigslist,” she says distractedly. “How about a racecar bed? Is it too soon to get one of those? Those are cool .”
“Hold on. I am not buying anything for my babies on Craigslist, okay? Everybody on there’s just a scammer anyway, trying to get you to a parking lot to sell you drugs or bash you over the head and steal your purse .”