Dodger stumbled backwards into the wall but recovered himself, grasping a hold of me so I didn’t fall. He grunted when his back hit, which quickly shifted into a moan. There wasn’t any space between us as I assaulted his mouth. My lips shifted and moved against his as I battled to stay in control of the kiss. My tongue slipped out and touched his lower lip. He flicked his against mine, then sucked my lower lip between his teeth, letting them scrap the tender skin.
We’d done this a few times already. Had heated make out sessions where I clawed and pawed at him, doing what I could to get him naked and inside of me. Every time he’d grab my wrists and prevent me from going further than heavy petting, then he’d tell me to go take a hot bath and it would settle me down. I knew why he was doing it. He was trying to remind me that he was the one in control of us and he dictated when any sexual acts would happen. After I’d given him my ultimatum, he wouldn’t budge. He told me he wouldn’t do anything with me until I was thoroughly begging for it. Well, I’m there. I’m begging.
His lips lightly brushed mine as I tried my hardest to seduce him into stupidity.
“Dodger.”
“Hmmm?”
I reached down to feel his rock hard cock between us. What I wouldn’t give to drop to my knees and unzip his pants and watch him spring free.
“Let’s play a game.”
He chuckled, grasping a handful of hair and gently pulling me away to look at him.
“What kind of game?”
I smiled. “A game called ‘just the tip’. It’s loads of fun, I promise. You won’t even have to do anything. Just lay there and I’ll do all the work.”
He barked a genuine laugh. “Macie.”
“Dodger, c’mon. Are you still going to hold out on me?”
I grasped him firmly in my hand a hiss came from his mouth. He paused briefly as my fingers walked up his pants and to the space between his shirt and belt line. That little bit of skin I was touching was enough for me to take as a signal to push it further. Flattening my hand, I pushed it down his pants and into his briefs. The soft skin was taut and warm. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. Taste the head of his cock as I swirled my tongue around it. I wanted to feel him writhing beneath me as my hand tenderly held his balls and touched the spot right behind them. The very thought sent a gush of wetness into my panties.
“I’m not holding out on you, Macie. You can feel how badly I want you.”
I slide my hand up, then down. He groaned and closed his eyes. “Then why?”
“Because, I want you to realize you’re mine.”
“I do, Dodger. I really do.”
“There’s no question of whose you are. I want you begging me.”
“I’m begging.”
His free hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair came up and brushed my hardened nipple. My knees wanted to give out.
“No, you’re not.”
I leaned forward, trying to nip at him. “Mhmm.”
“I’ll compromise.”
I couldn’t help but whine. Damn it, the bastard wasn’t going to let me have my way. How on earth was he not dying of blue balls yet? I knew this was a hardship for him. I may be pregnant and getting rounder, but I wasn’t ugly. Nor was I so big that my belly would be in the way.
“What kind of compromise?”
He bent and whispered in my ear. “I’ll gladly take care of you, and your needs.”
Music to my ears. My eyes popped open and I swear if I had a tail, it would be wagging like my owner had the world’s biggest and best stick.
“And can I take care of you in return?”
“I’m okay.”
I poked my lower lip out and pouted. “That hardly seems fair. I get just as much pleasure out of pleasing you as I do you pleasing me.”
“Not that I don’t love to hear that, I think we will just stick to my way for now.”
We’ll see about that. I still had some sex appeal here. Maybe a little dance or wiggle? Hell me completely naked, how could he say no? He wouldn’t if I started touching myself in front of him. Stop trying to get the upper hand here, Dodger. It’s not happening. Meanwhile, the little Suzy Homemaker in me made a mental note that the lasagna had another forty-five minutes in the oven before it needed to come out and be sprinkled with more cheese.
I grabbed him by his shirt and tugged. “Come on, big boy.”
Walking back to our bedroom, I stripped off my top, which I wore a white camisole underneath. I wasn’t in the mood to put on a bra earlier, and I high fived myself for not having to do extra work. Dodger’s eyes traveled to my breasts, and I knew he could see the light brown coloring of my nipples as they hardened for him. I purposefully grasped both and pinched. A moan escaped my lips. His pupils were rapidly dilating, covering the blue. The strain of his cock in his pants has got to be unimaginable. He was still in the doorway, enjoying my show, while I was in front of the bed.
“You done?” he asked.
“Done with what?”
Unfortunately, the bottom half of me wasn’t as sexy as the top. My skinny pants no longer fit, and I’d grown to love the use of belly bands which held up my regular pants without having to button them. Slipping them off in an attractive manner wasn’t happening. Instead, I opted for quickness and stripped them as fast as I could. Thankfully, I’d had half a mind to put on some red lace, cheeky underwear. Come hell or high water, I planned on wearing pretty underwear through my whole pregnancy.
“I wouldn’t have minded helping you out of your clothes, you know? Although, I have to admit, it was very entertaining watching you do that. It’s been a while.”
His grin made me blush. He began making a slow, purposeful stride toward me. My anxiety went up a notch and judging by his heated look, he fully intended on making this last. I wasn’t so sure I was going to be able to. When he reached me, he demanded my attention. His dominant stance over me, the subtle licking of his lips, he was walking sex.
He brought his hand up and brushed a loose strand of my hair back. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm. It does something to me knowing you’re carrying part of me in you.”
“Well, that’s awfully caveman of you.” I smiled, pointing out the obvious.
He touched my stomach. Instinctively, I wanted to suck in, but sucking in a fetus was sort of out of the question.
“Caveman or not, you’re glowing. It’s like you were meant to be like this. Curves, and all of this.” He skimmed my body. “I love this shape.”
“You mean round.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t say round.”
“Round is a shape.”
He bent down and kissed me slow and easy. It felt meticulous and planned. Dodger was trying to control this, so then he could control himself. I didn’t want that. I wanted passion and wildness. I wanted unplanned and spontaneous. He was more than capable of giving it, but I’d have to really test his resolve to get him to crack. He meant it when he said he wanted me begging.
Slipping my tongue out, I licked his lip. Reading me, he gave me more pressure. He parted his lips and allowed me to lead this moment. When I felt his hand come up and cup my breast and his fingers pinched my nipple, I nearly came undone.