Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Initially, the idea had been for this to be an all-girls party, but then apparently Ryan and Graham heard about it and decided that someone should do something for Mark too. After some back and forth, I just decided to have them all over for silly games and tiny food, and let the boys celebrate alongside us however they wished. I couldn’t leave them out.
The party itself was a blast, and while I could only have my new obsession of orange juice and ginger ale, the rest of the partygoers imbibed on wine and liquor. I didn’t mind. They were having fun celebrating Mark and me and our little one, and no one was going to get hammered, least of all Mark. He kept his drinking down to a whiskey and Coke and otherwise sipped on my special OJ and ginger ale cocktail for the evening.
It struck me just how happy I was with my life as I sat in the living room, surrounded by friends and opening gifts. It wasn’t how I’d ever seen my life going, but somehow it was fine. Maybe better than I thought it would be. I had to realize I didn’t always need to be right or follow a plan on how things should go. Especially when the result was something so amazing.
So, what if I was pregnant before I got married? Or that it was my brother’s best friend I was with? Love had found me, and nothing was going to keep me and Mark apart, especially now.
When the party finally ended and Jess walked out of the door as the last guest remaining, Mark shut the door and turned to me.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Exhausted,” I said, “but happy. It’s always so good seeing everyone.”
“Good,” he said. “Now what do you say I run you a bath and we get an early night?”
“That sounds wonderful,” I said. “But on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You get in the bath with me.”
Mark grinned and closed the gap between us with a soft kiss.
“I’ll go start the tub,” he said.
I grinned as he walked past me to the bedroom and went to clean up a little of what was left in the dining room. The guests had mostly picked up after themselves, and Jess had finished up almost everything else, but I wanted to get a few of the decorations down so I could scrapbook them later. Once I pulled a few things down and put them away, I made my way into the bedroom.
Mark had spent a lot of time working on the house, and one of both of our favorite things he’d added was this tub. It was gorgeous and had jets in it, which was wonderful, but the best part was that it was big enough for both of us to fit comfortably. I opened the door of the bathroom and found him already in the tub, bubbles piled high, his arms across the back. Waiting.
The heat between my thighs was instant, and I felt myself yearning to rip off my clothes and join him, but I tried to control myself. I wanted him to want it. To need it.
Slowly, I unbuttoned my blouse as his eyes traced over my body. My breasts had swollen with pregnancy and were now almost annoyingly large, but Mark didn’t seem to mind. The way they burst out of my bra when I unhooked it made him groan from where he sat in the tub. One of his arms was moving up and down under the water, and though I couldn’t see it, knowing he was touching himself made me feel even more excited.
I slipped out of my pants and hooked my thumbs in the elastic of my panties, turning around to drop them slowly and present my backside to him. I heard the sloshing of water behind me, and before I could stand up, he had pulled me backwards a step or two, so that I was touching the tub with the backs of my legs.
Suddenly, I felt a tongue slide over my pussy, and I cried out. I was still bent over, but his hands were on my ass with his face buried in me. His strong, thick tongue was diving into my pussy, then sliding out to flick my clit. I moaned as he slid one finger inside me and kept licking. Though I was looking at him upside down, I could see his arm vigorously moving as he stroked himself while he pleasured me.
I was so sensitive that I felt the first of the climaxes take me almost immediately. I clamped one hand on the sink as I lifted up on my toes and came, crying out his name. He groaned in appreciation as I shook and vibrated on him, and then the sloshing of the water was intense as he stood and clamped his hands around my hips.