“You can tell me.”
She blows out a long breath, never breaking eye contact as she takes her sweet time letting me in on whatever her secret is. It’s probably only a few seconds before she speaks again, but judging by the way my anxiety ramps up it might actually be seven years.
“I found your toys a few months ago. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I know you have a treasure trove of vibrators and honestly? I’m kind of mad at you for not offering to share with me yet. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved everything we’ve done. But denying me the use of your Magic Wand is cruel, Vee.” Delilah crosses her arms over her belly, themotion pushing her tits up to her chin. I can feel the goosebumps forming on her skin, that buzzing anticipation when we’re about to touch each other filling the air. I swipe my tongue over my suddenly dry lips, heat blooming between my hips at the prospect of getting this woman naked and under me as soon as possible.
I snort, dropping my face to her thighs to stifle the giggles working their way up my throat. Never in my life have I been so turned on and so amused at the same damn time. Glancing at the time on the old ticking clock above the stove, I see that we still have plenty of time to ourselves before Sadie is home and we have to put our Mom hats back on.
“You’re my best friend, Lilah. If you wanted me to share my toys, you only needed to ask. Come upstairs, let’s play.”
21
THE FIGHT OF MY LIFE
DELILAH
I let Ivy drag me by the hand through the house, waddling behind her all the way to our bedroom. It’s amazing that I still have more than eight weeks to go before Little Bean pops out of me because I already feel stuffed to the brim. I’m not sure there’s anymore room for either of us in this body. In fact, I made Dr. Feld check three times to make sure there wasn’t another Baby Bean hiding behind this one on the ultrasound.
She assured me there’s not, but I remain unconvinced.
Once in our room, Ivy swings me around until I’m seated on the edge of the bed and immediately starts digging around for the bag of magicalwonders. I plant my palms on my thighs and try to take a few deep breaths, already winded from the exertion of just moving around the house.
“Are you okay?” Ivy asks when she turns and finds me still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah,” I pant. “I’m just still getting used to having this bowling ball strapped to me all the time. I hope you don’t mind if I play passenger princess today. I don’t think I can manage to move around and get you off without breaking a sweat.”
She drops to one knee in front of me and puts her cold hands on top of mine.
“Lilah baby. You know I love it when you lie back and let me handle you. You worry about getting comfortable and having orgasms. I’ll worry about giving orgasms. Now, take these off for me, and we can decide where we want to start.”
Ivy tugs at the waistband of my lycra skort and suddenly I feel super uncomfortable in my skin. I’m hyper aware of the stretch marks striating across my belly and the way my breasts hang lower from the increased weight of them. Even my nipples are different. Darker, larger, ready to serve as udders for the next few months instead of being my own.
“Lilah,” Ivy whispers, her hand coming up to cup my cheek.
“Sorry, I’m just having a moment, I guess. I’msuddenly so aware of how different my body looks and I feel weird about it. The last time I was pregnant, I felt so sexy and feminine. Maybe it’s the whole geriatric thing, but right now I feel like a barn animal waiting to give birth in a field. Would it be okay if I kept my shirt on? Or maybe threw on a dress or something? I’m so horny but I can’t think when I feel like this.”
“Lilah, are you going to make me get all witchy on you? You are a goddess, honey. You are creating life with your body. You have a portal between your legs that links the earthly world with the other side. What in the universe could possibly be sexier than that? You are majestic and gorgeous, and I love every inch of your body. If I can’t have you naked then I don’t want to do this. I want to see all of you. I want you to give every part of yourself to me, and I want you to take all the parts of me in return.”
Ivy trails her lips over the tops of my thighs, peppering kisses along my legs as she talks. Her lips skim over my belly, her words devolving from beautiful prose to murmured praises like ‘beautiful’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘delicious’, and ‘everything’. Slowly, I raise my arms over my head and allow her to pull my t-shirt and bra off in one motion, completely lost in the bliss of her mouth on my skin. Somewhere between nipping at my breasts and sucking on the hollow ofmy throat, Ivy manages to push all my negative thoughts out of my brain, leaving only enough room for the slow build of pleasure starting in my core.
I lie back and Ivy climbs over me, sucking at my bottom lip while sinking one hand into my hair and loosening my ponytail. I lift my hips and she pulls at my shorts with her free hand. She yanks and I kick until I’m bare underneath her, fully naked and fully feeling like all those beautiful words she whispers to me.
My hands find her breasts, braless under her thin white tank top and I begin to knead, loving the way the small swells fit in the palms of my hands. I run my thumbs over the barbells in her nipples, and Ivy groans, capturing my mouth with hers and plundering me with her tongue. She’s hot and delicious, like cinnamon and something so uniquely Ivy that I couldn’t name it if I tried. She sits up and pulls the tank top over her head, showing off her slim, tattooed figure and the gorgeous tits I could spend hours worshiping and writing poetry about.
“Are you ready to play, Lilah baby?” She purrs, her fingertips dancing down my sides. I nod, and a playful grin takes over her face. “Would you like to take a look in my toy bag and pick something? Or do you want me to decide?”
I bite my bottom lip, worrying the flesh as I thinkabout her question. The truth is, I don’t know what half the stuff in that bag even does, let alone where to begin with it. Ivy must sense my hesitation, because she just winks as she dismounts to grab the bag.
“Dealer’s choice it is.”
Ivy reaches past my head and grabs a pillow, then taps my hip until I lift for her. She slides it under my lower back, giving me immediate relief from the weight of Little Bean on my spine. Then she’s gone, crossing the room to grab the toy bag and something else from her open top drawer before shutting herself in the bathroom.
I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at the door until she emerges, and my jaw drops to my chest. Standing in the doorway of the ensuite bathroom, glowing in the early afternoon sun peeking through the window, Ivy has donned a black, lacy cropped bustier that has her small breasts testing the confines of the cups, pushing them up. The intricate lace is held up with boning that frames her figure and tapers her waist. The raw edge stops just at the top of her belly button, leaving a delicious expanse of creamy skin and intricate tattoos on display for my viewing pleasure.
And on the bottom, it’s not a pair of matching lace panties that has my tongue lolling out of my mouth like a cartoon character. No, it's the harness Ifound the first time I unzipped her pouch of wonders. The straps cut across her hips and upper thighs, and covering her mound is a vee of black fabric with an obvious circle in the middle. In Ivy’s hand, a moderately long, perfectly thick silicone dildo gleams like found treasure, its light blue color taking away from its otherwise intimidating size.
I’ve never seen a strap-on in real life, but if I had to guess, Ivy is going to be affixing the end of that dildo into the circle and fucking me with it.
“Can you put that thing on? I want to see it.”
