He reached under the loose fabric of her maternity top and found her breasts. Her head fell back against the wall as he massaged gently, catching the tightening nipples under his thumbs in endless circles.
“You planning on sharing your brilliant idea with me soon? Because although I have some awesome memories of this wall, I somehow don’t think my belly or my balance is going to cooperate enough to make this a viable spot for sex.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry, woman. I want to enjoy the appetizers out here, then move for the main course.”
She laughed, the light sound breaking into a shaky moan as he pushed her top up and licked her nipple over the fabric of her bra. “As long as you’re prepared for me to melt into a puddle of goo when you’re done.”
“Hmm.” He tugged down her bra to reveal what he was searching for. “I like goo. Chocolate flavored? Strawberry?”
“Does sex have a flavor? Oh, yes.”
He paused in the middle of twirling his tongue around one tight nipple. “You have a flavor. Kind of vanilla and maple at the same time.”
She pulled him off one side and he willingly went to pay attention to the other lonely breast. “Are you calling me vanilla?”
“You? I highly doubt it.” He closed his lips around the tip that beckoned to him and sucked in tiny pulses. Tasha’s voice quivered as she moaned his name.
He teased her for the longest time, loving being able to share his desire like this. There was plenty of time to softly worship her breasts before running his hands up and down her inner thighs and over her ass.
Hmm, her ass. He rotated her to face the wall, then he knelt and pulled her hips backward slightly to rub his palms over the rounds. Hidden beneath the denim maternity pants, he couldn’t do much more than squeeze and press in circles, dragging a hand down the seam separating one sweet cheek from the other.
Her muffled words snuck out from where she’d rested her face against her arms, leaning on the wall. “I know it’s not kosher to say this, but I love it when you touch my ass.”
He bit one cheek, enjoying the little moan that escaped her. “Who says it’s not proper? I’ve told you myself. I love your ass. In fact, I’d like to fuck your ass.”
A gasp escaped her as Max rose swiftly, fit the bulge of his jean-covered erection between her cheeks and rocked lightly. Waiting to see what she’d say.
It seemed as if Tasha was silent for a long time.
“You’re serious?” Her voice carried a trace of lust.
Oh yeah. “It’s completely safe while you’re pregnant. I researched it online—”
“Oh God, I can just imagine what your search history looks like right now.”
“I behaved, I only read the articles. Skipped the pictures and the videos.” He nipped her earlobe. “Up to you, I’ve got the perfect location, and the position should feel real good.”
As he waited for her response, he raced his hands over her body, savoring the way she moved against him. Seeking his touch, striving to keep him in close contact. She tilted her hips a couple times, easing his shaft along her crease and he smiled.
“Damn you for being a sex god, Maxwell Turner. Let’s do it.”
They slowly made their way across the house to the master bedroom, articles of clothing falling aside in an abandoned mess. Every few steps he simply had to kiss her again, touch her. Taste her. When he finally took her into the bathroom and sat her on the raised ledge, stripping off her panties, his throat choked up with need. Her breasts were heavy, the areolas larger than before, the nipples themselves reacting quicker than usual to the light touch he drew down her torso in a wave. Her belly rounded in front of her as she sat with her legs demurely closed.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the tub, flipping on the water before suddenly realizing he needed one more thing. He squatted in front of her, his cock straining upward between his legs as he took her mouth in a brief, one-hundred-proof kiss.
“I’ll be right back.”
He leapt over the edge, ignoring the water he splashed on the plywood.
She called after him. “Nice ass yourself, by the way.”
When he got back she’d slipped into the half-filled tub and was leaning back on the sloped side, one hand resting lightly on her belly.
The sight held him spellbound. Her lashes touched her cheeks, her face peaceful. All thoughts of sex were pushed aside with the need to care for her. He dropped the container he’d grabbed and crawled in slowly, stopping the taps and lifting her into his arms.
Her head rested against his shoulder and she made a happy noise.
Max smoothed a hand down her back, rubbing and caressing. It was the most frightening thing to hold his heart in his arms like that. Tasha and his child. He ignored the desire still coursing through his veins and simply appreciated the gift he’d been given.
Or at least he ignored it until Tasha reached out and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Any hardness he’d lost was quickly regained at her touch. Long smooth motions followed, her thumb slicking over the sensitive head until his balls tingled.
“I thought you’d decided to have a nap,” he teased.
“Preserving my strength for the main event.” She lifted her lips to his and they got lost for the next while. Kisses that involved tongues and teeth and lips. Wet brushes with fingers over slippery body parts, parts that drove Max crazy as he listened to the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips, bouncing off the walls.
The bathroom wasn’t finished yet, the trim and the mirror missing. There was no towel rack, no ceiling-fan cover. No pictures on the walls, no candles or personal paraphernalia. Nothing to fancy up the place and say that this was their home.
But it was home. As each day passed and they spent more time planning the finishing touches, Max felt his soul slipping a little more into the house and changing the four walls to a haven.
Tasha twisted, attempting to straddle him, but he resisted, pulling her back into his lap instead with his shaft tight to her ass. “Oh no, you teased me enough. Now it’s my turn to take control.”
He nipped at her neck, holding her in place. She squirmed lightly and he paused, ready to set her free if she wished. Then he realized the minx was merely taunting him, rubbing hard against his cock with every movement.
“Shall I take that as your final answer?” he asked.
Tasha glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes half-hidden behind secretive lashes. “Take me.”
There wasn’t an inch of skin on her body he hadn’t touched. Max had primed her to such a point Tasha was sure she’d go off at the slightest brush of his fingers. When he opened the plug in the tub and let the water start draining, she wanted to protest. The warm liquid felt heavenly against her skin, supporting the extra weight she carried in her belly. He kissed her shoulder and leaned over her, reengaging the stopper and positioning her onto hands and knees. The water level was high enough her torso rested in the water, but low enough that when he pulled her hips, her ass was in the air.
She laughed. “Did you research this as well?”
“Nope.” One hand rubbed her cheeks, trailing between her legs to pat her clit lightly, and she tightened, the sensation so damn good. “No research, just a bit of honest luck.”
He rubbed and caressed, kissing her back, pressing his torso close to keep her warm even while he heated her sexually with barely any effort. The relentless touch of his hand triggered her first climax, gentle waves contracting inside as the water splashed around them.
One finger passed between her cheeks and she shuddered. She’d enjoyed anal sex the few times she’d done it with previous lovers, but she and Max had never gotten around to it. While she was trying to get pregnant it wasn’t in the plan, then she’d been too sick or too tired. Anticipation rose, a tingling desire in her core. Max was very good at making everything else pleasurable for them both. Being with him physically—finding new ways to enjoy each other—that was as big a part of learning to trust as anything else, right?