She had no idea how much fucking willpower it took to just do simply that: hold her and not take it any further.
But it wasn’t as bad as the times she explored his body with her touch or she encouraged him to explore hers. Those days almost fucking killed him.
He felt like he had a constant hard-on. His dick hated his guts and his nuts wanted to split up with him.
He never jerked off so much in his goddamn life. And it wasn’t just that one time she’d caught him in the shower. He was doing it so fucking often, she didn’t even blink an eye anymore when she saw him.
She never acted disgusted, never was embarrassed, she just acted like it was nothing out of the ordinary. Since she seemed to be okay with it, he stopped worrying about her catching him.
It was almost to the point where he hoped she did. Having her watch turned him the fuck on and he was hoping it turned her on a little bit, too.
He shifted his hips back and away from her soft ass, grumbling, “Gonna go shower.”
She tightened her grip on his arm, holding it more securely across her body. “It’s only four-thirty.”
“Yeah.”
“You have somewhere to go this early?”
“Nope, just the shower.”
She wiggled back again, shoving her ass tightly against his dick.
“Red, baby,” he warned.
“It’s okay.”
He lifted his head slightly but couldn’t see her face because her back was to him. “What’s okay?”
“You being hard.”
“Okay for you, not okay for me. My dick hates me right now.”
She laughed softly. “I’m sorry.”
“No the fuck you’re not ‘cause you’re fuckin’ laughin’.”
She smothered another little laugh, but ground her ass cheeks into his aching dick.
“Red... fuck. You’re killin’ me here.”
She grabbed his hand and slid it to her tit.
“Red,” he breathed.
What the fuck was she doing?
“Red,” he said again, a lot more firmly this time as she squeezed his hand over her tit, which made him squeeze it.
“Touch me.”
“Baby, a man can only take so much.”
“A woman can only take so much, too.”
“You want me to touch you there?”
“Not just touch.”
“Red...”
“Sig... I trust you. I want you. I want this.”
“What’s ‘this?’” Because if it was just a bunch of touching again where he ended up more frustrated and horny than anything, he wasn’t in the mood for that this morning. He was already at a breaking point. If she kept grinding her ass against him, he wasn’t going to make it to the fucking shower, he was going to blow his load in the boxers he forced himself to wear.
He pressed his face into her hair and squeezed his eyes shut. “Red,” he whispered, “Seriously, you’re playin’ with fire right now.”
“I’m over eight months pregnant.”
No shit. “Hard to miss.”
“And you’re still getting hard.”
“That’s hard to miss, too.”
“You want me...”
“Ain’t hidden that fact.”
“Like this.”
“Yeah, baby. You’re still you.”
Her fingers tightened on his hand she held against her tit. He hadn’t moved it at all, afraid if he gave in to temptation and began to play with them, he might take it farther than she was ready to.
“You sneak one of my joints when you went to pee or somethin’?”
She chuckled. “No. But the truth is, I never expected to be horny when I’m this big.”
“You’re horny.” He’d kept his voice level, though it was difficult.
“Yes! I wanted to wait until after the... baby is born to have sex with you, but I don’t think I can wait.”
Sig lifted his head again, then shifted his weight so he could get a better look at her face. “Look at me.”
She turned her head enough so they could see each other.
“You were plannin’ on havin’ sex with me after the kid was born?”
“Well, as soon as it was okay to have it.”
“You wanna have sex with me.”
“Yes. You couldn’t tell?”
“How long after the kid’s born can we have sex?”
“I don’t know... I didn’t ask Carly. But I don’t want to wait.”
“Hold up.”
“Sig...”
“Red, you want to have sex with me now?”
“Yes. I pulled it up on the tablet you got me and read that it’s okay to have sex up to the day of delivery.”
Sig’s lips twisted. “So, you got dick going in while the kid’s comin’ out?”
She laughed. “Not during delivery. Yikes. That would be unpleasant.”
“Yeah. For everyone involved.”
“So, it should be safe.”
“You ask the doc?”
“I asked her, yes.”
“When?”
“I texted her to make sure.”
“You texted the doc to make sure it was okay for you to have sex with me.” Was he awake? Or in some sort of fucking whacked-out dream? Because they both were still having those.
“Yes. She just said that it shouldn’t be missionary or any position where there’s pressure on the baby. Doggy-style and on my side would be fine.”
Doggy-style and on my side would be fine.
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered.
“If you don’t want to...”
“Red, you seriously want this? I mean... I... Fuck.”