“Adams,” she grins smugly, “you don’t mind if I wear this do you?”
“Nmph.” I groan in response. I can’t find words; I’m fucking speechless. Emery wearing my jersey is forever burned into my brain.
Perfection. Plain and fucking simple.
My dick is threatening to punch through the fabric of my shorts at any second, and I’m hanging by the thinnest thread possible.
“You know two can play at this game.”
Rising on her knees, she crawls toward the end of the bed where I’m standing, reaching out and tracing her finger down my chest. “You know how much I like to win.”
God, I’m fucking obsessed with my baby mama.
Nah, obsessed doesn’t eventouchit.
“Admit it. All you’ve gotta do is admit that you like me, and you feel something, Em.” I bring my hand to her back, running my fingers along my name, then drag my hand lower and lower until I cup her ass in my hands.
She sucks in a breath.
Twocanplay this game, but Ialwaysplay to win.
And it seems like my baby mama has been keeping score for a long time.
Gently, I lie her back on the bed, my hands sliding underneath the jersey to run down the soft skin of her sides.
“Graham.”
My name falls breathlessly from her lips, and I smirk. I pull the jersey up slowly, exposing her stomach. Lately, she’s been frustrated with herself for the weight she's gained and the marks along her lower stomach and sides.
I hate that she feels that way. That she’s insecure about it. She’s perfection, and I try to tell her every chance that I get.
I bring my lips to her stomach and plant kisses along the curve, till I make it to the scoring of pink marks along the front: jagged and angry, making them stand out against her skin.
They’re fucking beautiful, and right now, just like this… She’s never been sexier.
Never have I wanted her more.
And I hope she knows it as I kiss along the marks, taking my time with each one, looking up at her over the stretch of her belly.
“Need you to know something, Em. Not sure if you’re ready to hear it, but I’m going to say it anyway.”
My lips travel along the expanse of her stomach, making sure to kiss each and every one of the stretch marks.
“There’s nothing that comes close to the sight of you, round and glowing with my babies in your belly. It drives me insane. At this rate, you’ll be pregnant for the next ten years, and I plan to spend every minute of it worshiping you.”
Her eyes go wide.
“I mean what I say, and even though you’re not ready to admit to me or to yourself of what’s actually happening between us, doesn’t mean I’m going to dance around the truth.”
Sliding my tongue lower, I settle between her legs, pushing her thighs farther apart so I can see her.
I feel how wound up she is, tight like a line, ready to pop at any moment, and I can’t fucking wait to watch her fall apart. I skim my fingers lightly along her pussy, using my fingers to spread her open.
I could spend every waking moment, of every damn day, buried right between these thighs and die a happy man.
“Are you aching yet, baby?” I ask when I hear her inhale sharply, her hands fisting in the sheets as my tongue grazes her clit. “All day, you’ve been horny and restless, and I wouldn’t give in. I bet you want to come so badly, don’t you, Em?”
I’m relentlessly teasing her, barely touching her pussy. Only a graze, a simple brush of my fingers, a gentle touch of my tongue.