Released (Caged #3)(72)
“Come here,” I said, and she walked over to stand in front of me while I massaged my thumbs up and down her lower spine.
“It’s getting harder,” she said quietly.
“That’s how you got like this in the first place,” I replied with a grin.
She smacked my shoulder playfully before dropping down beside me.
“I swear, she’s going to weigh ten pounds when she comes out.”
I wrapped my arm around her, and Tria leaned against me with her head on my shoulder. She sighed and closed her eyes for a moment, but when they opened again, she went still.
“Where did you get that?” Tria gasped. “I…I thought it was gone.”
“So did I,” I replied as I followed her gaze to the bookshelf. “I thought all our shit was gone, but Krazy Katie had a bunch of it, my boots, too.”
“I see that,” Tria said. “And so does the coffee table.”
She gave me a significant look until I put my feet back on the floor.
“I wasn’t sure where it fit,” I said as I nodded back toward the bookcase. “I mean, if you even want it. I guess the baby could use it for—”
“No!” Tria said definitively.
I glanced sideways at her.
“It’s mine,” she responded. Her voice was a little softer, but her lower lip was just slightly pouting.
Tilting my head, I turned to look her in the face before raising an eyebrow.
Tria shrugged.
“The baby gets everything,” she said quietly. “The bookshelf is for my books. It’s mine.
I tried not to laugh.
“Are you feeling jealous of the baby before she’s even born?”
“No,” Tria responded firmly, “but she doesn’t get everything. I don’t want to spoil her.”
She crossed her arms, and her expression made her completely unbelievable. I managed to hold in the laughter for about four seconds, which earned me another playful smack on the shoulder. In turn, I tickled her sides, which made her scream almost instantly.
She had become more and more sensitive lately around her belly.
She tried to squirm away, but I picked her up and hauled her to the bedroom. It was getting a little more difficult to carry her—not because she was that much heavier—she had only gained thirty-five pounds, and I still could have bench-pressed her without a lot of effort—but her center of gravity was all different.
I wasn’t about to tell her that. I wanted to keep my cock attached to my body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked when she stopped struggling and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m going to f*ck you,” I informed her.
“Oh, really?” she said with a touch of mock indignity.
“Yep.”
Inside the bedroom, I let her down gently on the bed before yanking my shirt over my head. Tria’s eyes darkened as she watched me unbutton my jeans.
“You like a little show, don’t cha?”
“Hmm…maybe,” she replied with a noncommittal shrug.
I undid the last of the buttons, and then pushed my jeans down just a bit—not enough to show more than my hips, but enough to give her a little glimpse of what was down there. Then I leaned back against the wall next to the bed and ran my hand inside my jeans over my cock.
Tria raised an eyebrow.
“Just tell me you want it, baby,” I said, “and it’s all yours.”
“You dragged me in here.”
“Dragged?” I repeated. “Well, if you don’t want it, I guess I’ll just take care of this myself.”
I slid my hand deeper into the front of my jeans and shoved my boxers down enough to take out my cock. I stroked it while Tria pretended not to look. Her tongue darted out over her lips, which made me grin down at her.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I whispered. “You know you can’t resist.”
Tria sighed dramatically.
“I want your cock,” she said, completely deadpan. Then she burst out laughing.
“Get your clothes off!” I yelled as I moved forward and grabbed at the edge of her shirt. She laughed but didn’t resist as I quickly stripped her of her clothes and climbed into bed beside her. I ran my hands over her protruding belly for a moment before I leaned in and pressed my lips against the bulge.
“Beautiful,” I said softly.
Tria rolled to her side, and I moved up behind her. Sex with me on top had become pretty much impossible, and she wasn’t comfortable on her hands and knees lately, so we had recently moved to lying on our sides with me f*cking her from behind.
Sex with pregnant Tria was…different.
It was different, but not bad at all, not in the least, but everything about it was a far cry from how it had been when I would pick her up and slam her into the wall a few times before tossing her over the edge of the couch and listening to her scream my name and scare the neighbors. It wasn’t fast and furious, and it wasn’t the least bit rough. Though neither of us said anything about it, we both naturally moved into a slower, softer approach.
I slipped into her, pushing gently with my hips as my hand slowly and softly cupped first one breast, and then the other. Her nipples were super-sensitive, and she sucked in air as soon as I came into contact with them. I shifted my hips forward until I was completely buried in her, slowly slid back out, and then back in again.