Zoe looked square in his eyes, daring him to go further. Instead, he pulled his hand away. She was about to protest, when he suddenly reached down, hands around her waist, basically picked her up, turned and perched her on the edge of the table. She naturally wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer her. She could feel his cock hardened even behind the material. She tilted her hips back, suggestively, rubbing against him, feeling what she really wanted to be inside of her.
Max’s hands slipped under the back of her top, massaging upward, gliding over her skin, his touch sending her temperature rising with desire. “That’s better, I can feel more of you this way.”
His lips found hers once more, they danced over her mouth, his tongue flicking over hers. She moaned with delight into the kiss, enjoying the feel of his hands on her back, pressing her closer into him.
He bunched up her top, the soft material gliding over her skin easily, pushed it up over her head, then he let it fall to the floor. Soft sounds escaped his lips while he gazed at her as if he was drinking up her partly naked body. His hands moved quickly up over her shoulders, then down her bare arms, under her ribs, finally stopping as they cupped her breasts. She felt her nipples harden as his fingers massaged her soft flesh, teasing the lust between them toward feverishly hot. Her back arched backward, her chest forward, giving him full access to pleasure her. He moved, pressed his mouth over her breast, then he sucked gently. Letting his teeth graze over her sensitive nipple, he then pulled away which caused her to breathe in sharply with pleasure. He did the same to her other nipple, and she felt the juices pool heavily between her leg.
Urgency grew between them, her intimate muscles clenched wanting him to enter her. His breath heavy on her neck as he embraced her. Using both hands, he lifted her just enough from the table, pulled down her pajama shorts sliding them down her legs.
In a flurry of necessity, she reached out, undid his work pants, pushed them down along with his jocks, releasing his hard, hot cock. He moved back between her legs. His cock slipped in her thick juices. Gliding up and down her length, he took time to tease her for longer.
She whimpered softly, closed her eyes as pleasure tingled her body. She was about to tell him to get the fuck into her, when she felt him move, his cock rested at her entrance. She flicked open her eyes, as if begging him. He pressed himself into her, his cock parting her tight muscles, which madly convulsed with pleasure. She groaned heavily, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let Max take her to the dizzying heights of an orgasm as he plunged in and out of her, building the tension expertly so it flooded over her in wave after wave. With a gasp, her body tipped over the edge as the tension broke. He moved once more in and out of her, keeping her buzzing with the pleasure, as he reached his own, spilling inside of her with passion. He wrapped his arms around her, as they breathed fast and heavy, the heat between them sparking.
Zoe nestled her head onto his shoulder. She felt the connection between them strengthen as they embraced, while they both enjoying the aftermath of their intimacy. If only they could spend the entire day like this. While she hadn’t been living here on the farm with him for long, she had already realized that it didn’t matter if it were a Sunday, some jobs couldn’t wait. There would always be something that would drag Max back outside soon enough.
“You feel a little tense,” said Max, his hands moving up to her shoulders. “Perhaps I didn’t show you how naughty I could be.”
“Or maybe you need to show me how nice you can be.” She gazed into his eyes.
Dare she hope that Max might have a little bit of time for her today. Even more than what he’d just given her just then, no matter how sated she’d felt.
“Just because it’s nearly Christmas, how about I give you a massage?”
“Nothing to do with you loving me? Or that I’m carrying your child?”
“Our child.” He rested his hand on her belly.
Zoe felt a bubbly movement. It was quick, fast, and nothing like she’d felt before.
That wasn’t wind.
“I just felt the baby move.”
“What?” He pressed harder into her abdomen. “I think I felt it. You sure it wasn’t wind?”
“I’m sure.” She grinned at him and put her hand over his. For a moment, all the worry she had whether or not this would work between them, flew from her mind, and she felt every confidence they would have a future together. All three of them.
“Do I read anything into this. You know… like what we were just doing?” Max suddenly looked very serious, and a little guilty and embarrassed.
Zoe laughed. “I don’t think so. But hey… happy Mom, happy baby, right?”
He cupped his hands around her face and kissed her. “I’m so happy we’re having a baby.”
“Me, too.” Her skin prickled from the serious tone in his voice.
“And Zoe…” He brushed his hand down her cheek and she shivered. “I love you.”
Warmth flooded through her. “I love you, too.”
Zoe leaned forward and kissed him, savoring the moment they shared together. “How about that massage then?”
He chuckled. “Bossy. Come on, I’ll have you melting from the touch of my hands in no time.”
Zoe quite liked the sound of that. She slipped down from the table and said, “Happy Mom, happy baby.”
He tugged her hand, pulling her toward the bedroom. She followed him, happily, glad he wasn’t just taking time for her, but also for their unborn baby.
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