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He pulled her onto his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stared into each other’s eyes, and she felt that something between them had changed for the better. Or maybe something had changed in her. Her mother’s oppression had weighed her down for so long, she wasn’t sure how to handle having it lifted so suddenly.
“Sed?” she whispered, searching his eyes for something deep and true. She found that and more in the man who stared back at her.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You really do bring out the slut in me,” she said with a laugh and slid off his lap onto the floor of the car.
She gazed up at him as she unfastened his fly. She never took her eyes off his as she freed his rapidly hardening cock from his pants and licked its tantalizing head.
His belly tightened, his breath quickened, and he lifted a hand to toy with her hair as he watched her with a look of fascination on his handsome face.
“All this and brains too,” he murmured.
Her cheeks tightened in a half smile as she descended on his cock, drawing it deep into the recesses of her mouth, determined to taste him before the limo reached their condo. She judged what excited him most by the hitch of his breathing. A combination of bumping his glans against her soft palate and applying hard suction as she backed off had him groaning in bliss. Usually Sed was a man with impressive stamina, so Jessica was shocked when he flooded her mouth with thick cum. She forced his fluids down her throat, not because she hadn’t wanted to swallow, but because she had been completely unprepared to do so.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “Something about you… Oh God!” His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her onto him as he filled her throat with a second spurt. “About you…”
He shuddered violently and then went limp, his head dropping back against the seat and his fingers loosening their hold.
She released his spent cock with a loud slurp and then opened the minibar to grab a bottle of water. “Something about me what?” she asked as she opened the bottle and took a long drink.
“On your knees in that dress,” he said with a laugh. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I should have taken a picture.”
“So it can end up as our next viral Internet sensation?” She closed one eye and shook her head at the disturbing thought. “No, thank you.”
The limo pulled to a stop and Jessica rose from the floor to sit demurely on the seat and sip her water while Sed returned his cock to his pants and hurriedly fastened his fly.
“Sir”—the driver’s voice came over an intercom—“it seems I need a code to get in the gate.”
Sed hunted for a button and pressed it when he found one. “That’s okay. We’ll get out here.”
“Very well, sir.”
A moment later the door opened, and Sed climbed out of the car before taking Jessica’s hand and assisting her to her feet. He gave the driver a huge tip—as was customary for Sed—and then led her to the pedestrian entrance to the side of the gated drive.
She gasped when he scooped her up in his arms and cradled her against his broad chest. Jessica had doubted the train of her gown could get any dirtier, but dragging it across a parking lot might do the trick.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Carrying you across the threshold,” he said, nuzzling her neck and making her giggle.
“We aren’t even close to our threshold,” she pointed out. The building was across the parking lot, the entrance beyond a landscaped courtyard, and the condo was on the top floor. “Put me down.”
“Nope. I want to make sure this threshold thing sticks.”
“I’ll stick you,” she threatened with a grin, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck to lighten his load.
“I’ll be doing all the sticking in this relationship.”
“You’ll hear no complaints from me about that,” she said.
She rested a hand over his heart, its steady thud as comforting as his easy gait through the palms lining the walkway.
“We’re going to have to start looking for a new house soon,” he said. “My place is great for entertaining, but not so great for raising babies.”
“We should be okay until the little one starts walking,” she said. “Those open-backed marble stairs would give any mother of a toddler a heart attack.”
“We created some great memories on those stairs,” he said, devilishly lifting an eyebrow at her.
They’d created great memories on every available surface of the entire condo. And a few less available surfaces. She decided they’d better enjoy childless freedom while they had a chance. In a couple of years, fucking on the pool table in the middle of the afternoon might lead to awkward questions.
“Are you glad we decided to start having kids early?” she asked. “Our honeymoon will be cut decidedly short.”
“We’ll soundproof our bedroom walls,” he said. “No worries.”
“But we won’t be able to make love on the kitchen counter or the sofa or on those hard marble stairs.”
“We’ll design a huge master suite in our new house. One big enough for a hot tub and a pool table and an entire kitchen if you want. But I’ve been thinking ahead. I already ordered your wedding gift. One that can bend you into a hundred different positions without taking up too much space. Unfortunately, it hasn’t arrived yet.”
“My wedding gift?” She smiled up at him. “Aren’t you my wedding gift? I know you’ve bent me into at least a hundred different positions in the past few months. Though you do take up more than your fair share of space. You’re a bed hog.”
He chuckled. “I’m a required accessory for your gift. Ever heard of a tantric chair?”
Tantric? “Uh, no.”
A doorman interrupted when he greeted them at the entrance with hearty congratulations. Sed nodded at him in thanks and then stepped onto the waiting elevator with Jessica still in his arms. The doorman helped Sed press the button to the top floor and offered them a knowing wink and a thumbs-up before the elevator doors slid shut. Normally Jessica wouldn’t have let Sed carry her like this, but it seemed to make him content. And she loved that his dimples were showing, framing the perma-grin on his handsome face.
When the elevator doors closed, Jessica asked, “So what’s a tantric chair?”
“A surprise.”
“Is it what you’ve been teasing me about all day? You know I don’t like surprises.”
“You like surprises that make you come,” he said, nuzzling her ear, his warm breath sending shivers of delight down her neck. “And both of these surprises should do the trick.”
He wasn’t wrong about her favorite kind of surprise. She was going to google tantric chair the first opportunity she got however.
The elevator opened on the top floor, and he carried her to one of two shiny red doors. There was a pair of sprawling two-story penthouses in the building and one of them belonged to Sed. The other was rarely used by its wealthy European owners, who only s
pent a couple months out of the year there. Good thing, because occasionally Sed and Jessica didn’t quite make it all the way into their condo before succumbing to their insatiable lust for one another.
“Can you get the lock?” Sed asked, holding her next to the numbered keypad.
She punched in the code, and he balanced her precariously as he opened the door and carried her across the threshold. “Welcome home, Mrs. Lionheart,” he said. Then he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
He kicked the door shut and set her on her feet, sending her spinning in a dizzying twirl so he could unzip her dress and let it drop to the floor.
“I still have sand everywhere,” she said.
He made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat. Apart from her partially loosened white corset and the kitten heels she’d rescued from the beach, she was naked. She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at the lacings down her back and the cheeks of her ass, as if he was seeing her in a state of undress for the first time.
“Do you like?” she asked, doing the slow seductive stripper walk she’d perfected for the runway as she headed for the stairs and a much needed shower.
“Mercy, baby,” he growled. “Show me the front.”
She climbed the first step, pretending to ignore him as she threaded her fingers through her long tangled hair. She doubted she was doing a very good job of seducing him in her current state of disrepair.
“Jessica,” he said, his voice harsh and raw.
She turned on the stairs to look down at him, her full breasts on display above the corset. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Surely he must be able to tell how turned on she was by his attention.
“Yes, Sed?” she asked, tilting her head coquettishly, knowing it made his motor run.
“I can’t decide if you look better coming or going,” he said.
“I assure you I look better coming,” she said, grinning. “Wanna help me with that?”
She continued up the stairs slowly. Taking her time to tease. To lure. He stumbled up the stairs after her, catching her on the top landing with both hands on her chest and his cock planted firmly against her ass. God, how her breasts ached as he massaged her nipples. If sex was always this good while pregnant, she’d gladly carry all eight of the kids Sed claimed to want. She rubbed her ass against him, needing him hard, needing him to fill her.
