I sit up straight. “That’s right. I forgot we have one.”
“I’ll get it started,” he says as he heads to the bathroom. I love the idea of soaking in the giant tub with him. I drink the rest of my wine and refill my glass. Might as well do this right.
While he’s getting things started, I go to the bedroom to undress. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I’m down to my bra and panties when I start to notice how straight my figure is. Could I really squeeze a baby through these hips? I turn to the side and stick my stomach out, wondering what I’d look like pregnant. It’s not that I’m considering it—I’m far from wanting a kid right now—I’m just curious. How big would my breasts get? And what would nursing a baby feel like? I’ve heard it hurts like hell at first, but then it’s supposed to be nice once your nipples adjust to it. What if Rhonda and I were pregnant at the same time?That would be so much fun! But not for a while, maybe in a couple of years? Would that even be possible?
I can’t believe I’m even thinking about this. After what happened with Jake, I thought I would never think such thoughts again. Riggs has really changed me. And speaking of my future sperm donor, he’s probably wondering what’s taking me so long.
With my glass in one hand and the wine bottle in the other, I wander into the bathroom fully naked, only to see that the big guy has started without me. The jacuzzi is full, with tons of foamy bubbles floating on the surface. His clothes are piled on the floor, except for his jockey shorts, which he’s still wearing for some reason. His head is laid back and his eyes are closed. I think he’s enjoying the jets on his shoulders. I’ll never get used to this man being mine.
As I ease into the water, he doesn’t move. I position myself so the jets provide the perfect massage between my shoulder blades.
“This is exactly what I needed.”
“I know what you mean,” he mumbles.
I love his chest and how tight his skin stretches over his muscles.
“Do you want some more wine?”
“I know what you mean,” he says lazily, his eyes still closed.
What? I eye him for a second before adding, “I love the way this jet feels on my pussy.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I can’t hold it in and let out a snicker. He’s barely awake.
“I want you to come all over my tits.”
“I know. He’s such a jerk.”
“I want to put both your balls in my mouth while I give you a hand job.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I invited a friend over. Are you up for a threesome? She’s a squirter.”
He just groans.
“I’ll let you put it in my ass.”
That’s not going to happen. I’ve never seen the appeal of that.
“I know what you mean.”
I set my wineglass down then straddle him. That does the trick. His eyes pop open, and he quickly sits up. I bite back another snicker as I run my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and gyrate my hips in his lap. “I don’t think you were listening to me.”
He leans forward to kiss me, but I pull back.
“I was trying to talk to you.” I feel his cock growing beneath me. “Looks like I have your attention now.”
He rests his hands on my waist. “Sorry, what were you saying?”
I grind against him to make his erection harder and bring up what I really wanted to talk about. “Is there a way to make a rubber replica of your cock. I want to be able to play with it while you’re gone.”
He eyes me for a brief moment before a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. “Hmm, kinky.”
I start rubbing my pussy gently against his underwear over his hard shaft. “You didn’t answer my question. Couldn’t we make a mold or something?”
