Chapter nineteen
Rosanna
Thelastofwintersoon passes, and spring creeps up, its bare little toes peeking around the corner. Weather like this makes for good barbecues, which is what we’re going to have in Mitchell and Corina’s backyard in a few hours.
First, though, I have to finish showering. I’m a little over seven months pregnant now, but I feel about ten. Waddling everywhere I go, huffing and puffing to sit down and stand up, and going to the bathroom every minute, it seems. But when I feel the jabs and kicks against my ribs, I swear it makes it all worth it. All the tossing and turning to find a comfortable spot at night, all the heartburn and the killer headaches... Everything.
Lately, these lovely pregnancy hormones have been making me feel the need to shower twice a day so I feel clean. And I’m able to do that by myself with the exception of one thing, and that’s shaving my legs and lady bits. I absolutely refuse to walk around with a wild jungle between my legs, so that leaves me with one option. I poke my head from the shower door. “Baby!”
“Yeah, kitten,” he calls out around a mouthful of toothpaste.
“I need help.”
Wiping his mouth, he saunters over and runs his heated gaze over my naked form. “You know you need help every time. Why didn’t you just tell me you were about to shower so I could come in here with you?”
Because I’m stubborn.
“Because you’re a stubborn little kitten, that’s why,” he continues, stripping off his tight boxer briefs that hug his bulge in the very best of ways.
He knows me so well. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“Oh, little mama,” he says with a smirk. “Let me in.”
The shower seems ten times smaller with him and my huge pregnant self in here. He reaches for the shave gel and makes quick work of shaving my legs, going carefully around my knees and ankles. Then he helps me sit on the bench he installed a few months back in preparation for moments just like this, I’d imagine. Sneaky Shay, always thinking ahead. The water isn’t raining down on me where I sit, but it’s still plenty warm in here.
“Open.” Connor’s command hits me between the legs just a moment before his wet hands make contact with my core, spreading my folds. “Let me see my pretty little pussy.”
He’s so fucking hot right now, on his knees between my legs. Well, I imagine he is because I can’t see much more than the top of his head due to my expanded stomach.
But I feel him. Feel him working the gel onto my skin and pressing the skin taut as he swipes the razor across me. Feel the kiss he leaves on my belly with every pass of the blade. Feel the teasing stream he blows against my clit as he carefully shaves the inner folds just the way I like.
I know what’s going to happen next, because it’s happened every time since the first time. He wipes the remnants of the gel off with a warm, wet rag and then angles my legs wider, thumbs baring me to his gaze and mouth. “Whose fucking pussy is this, kitten?”
My heart picks up, pulse pounding just a bit heavier. Even with me barely able to move around, he still freaking wants me all the time. “It’s your pussy, baby.” He’s trained me well. “Fuck!”
With no warning, he dives face first between my legs, kissing my folds and breathing me in. I maneuver my arms around my belly and grab his hair. “Yes...oh, God, baby, keep doing that!”
The man’s mouth is either magic with its licks and sucks, or I’m just a horny slut (maybe a combination of the two), because all too soon, I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. Almost...there... Connor’s fingers dig into my hips, the small, gripping pressure sending me over the edge as his mouth pulses around my clit.
“Fuck...” I gasp out. “I fucking love you, Connor.”
Sexy as fuck, he raises up to kiss me with my wetness still clinging to his lips. “I fucking love you, too.” Water runs down his chiseled form, falling in rivulets to his hardened uncut dick as a long arm reaches to turn off the water.
I want this dick.
Need it.
But which do I want more? To suck him or to fuck him?
Both.
Barely does the water turn off before I grab his ass and pull him into my waiting mouth. He grunts in surprise at first, then pushes my name out on a groan. “Rosanna. That damn mouth of yours...” Desire in his voice, he traces a rough thumb around my stretched lips.
In answer, my tongue plays with the sensitive spot underneath his tip while one hand slides between his ass cheeks, slipping down until I feel—
“Where the fuck do you think that finger’s going, Rosanna?” Shock and amusement war for dominance on his face as he pulls my mouth off, wincing a little at the scrape of my teeth.
“If my pussy is yours, then all of you is mine, too. It’s only fair.” An arch of an eyebrow is all I get in return as he pointedly removes my finger from the vicinity of his forbidden territory. I give a small pout as he helps me out of the shower. Oh, well. Another time.
