“Sure,” I say with confidence I don’t feel.
I’ve always been a bigger girl. My curves were my favorite part of my body, and I still love that part of myself. Most days. But the way motherhood has changed my shape has left me frustrated more often lately. Now my ass is bigger, and it makes finding jeans harder than ever, so I live in leggings. I’m used to my thick thighs, but the added stretch marks and cellulite have made me feel self-conscious about wearing shorts. The tummy pooch that won’t go away has been an annoying addition. And the way my breasts hang after breastfeeding two children leaves me more insecure than ever. Also, why doesn’t anyone prepare you for the boob sweat? It never used to be this bad or stink this much.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my body, especially now that I’ve seen what it’s capable of, but there are some days I wish Icould go back to my pre-baby figure. It’s not about being skinny; I’ve never really wanted that. I just wish I had enjoyed the body that I had before kids. I feel like I never truly appreciated it.
But seeing the way Mike’s eyes light up when he looks at me, I feel like my old self again. I feel proud of my body and the way it excites him. I’d never felt more beautiful than I did when I was on my knees for him in the firehouse. The way he looked at me… well, let’s just say that I want more of that.
He walks over to the tub, and I nearly swallow my tongue when I realize what he’s wearing.
I take him in from head to toe. “Is that your Mr. March outfit from the calendar?” He’s shirtless with a pair of pants that look like part of his fire uniform and black boots. Instead of a belt, red suspenders hold up his pants, and it takes everything in me not to snap them against his chest.
“Aye. Your list mentioned wanting to sleep with a guy with an accent. Mr. March, I believe?”
“Is that why your accent is thicker than normal?”
“’Tis. Dusted off me brogue just for you, lass.” He takes a step closer to me, shrugging one strap off his shoulder. “This okay?”
I nod and watch in wonder as he strips all the way down and revel in the way he’s already hard. “Is that because of me?” I ask, looking directly at his dick.
“Aye. It’s always because of you lately,” he says as he approaches the side of the tub. “Scoot forward so I can sit behind ya.”
I follow his command, and once he joins me in the water, I lean back against his chest. His erection presses against my ass.
“Can I ask you a question?” I like the fact that I can’t look at his face right now.
“You can ask me anything.”
“Why were you making fart noises on my kids’ iPad?”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. “They called me.”
I drop my head back against his chest and groan in frustration. “Ugh, I’m sorry. They must’ve been mashing buttons on the screen. I really need to get Bella’s son to fix that. He’s a coding genius.”
“S’ok. Was wrapping up my shift and I thought it was you. Levi started talking about poop and farts, so I just played along.”
I smile, thinking about the little stinker. As much as their antics annoy me sometimes, I miss them when they’re away. “Sounds like Levi.”
“It made them laugh, which made me feel good.” His arms tighten around my middle, and I try to relax against him. “Can I make you feel good?”
I nod, and he snakes a hand between my thighs, rubbing and teasing along my pussy and then parting me as he dips a finger inside. “Fuck, I can’t remember the last time someone touched me like this.”
“I’d like to be the only one you remember doing this to ya.”
His confession lingers in the air. I should say something, shouldn’t lead him on. He’s just helping me with my list. This is only sex. But when his fingers find my clit, all rational thought leaves my brain.
Two fingers pinch my nipple, and I don’t even realize he’d put his hand there until I’m moaning and arching back into him.
“You like that, don’t ya, love?”
He makes slow circles around my clit, and I moan each time he hits a spot that makes my toes tingle. The more he repeats the motion, the louder I get.
“That’s a good girl. So feckin’ good for me. Your body’s tellin’ me exactly what ya need. Are ye gonna come for me?”
Oh shit, I am. How did he do that?
He moves his fingers back to the exact spot that made memoan the loudest. As he lavishes attention to my clit, I squirm and buck my hips, gripping on to the side of the tub as my orgasm crashes into me. “Oh God! Mike. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
“Feckin’ hell, I really enjoy hearing my name come out of your mouth like that when ya come.” He wraps both of his arms around my middle and grinds his cock against me. “I need to fuck ya.”
