Page 90 of Bound Hearts

“And I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

Holding one another in an embrace, we stand under the warm water for what feels like minutes as we find peace in our reunion. There is no point in playing coy, though. We haven’t been intimate in weeks, and neither of us wants to prolong it. The choice of the shower adds a little extra element as opposed to welcoming him inside me in the bed.

But I don’t care, and I won’t wait.

My hand slides between us to grip his cock. Immediately, he wraps his fingers around my wrist, his eyes blazing with heat, and his face clearly signaling that he now wants control.

“Don’t make me stop.” I pout, wanting the tip of Foster’s cock at my lips.

Foster smirks slyly. “As much as I love having you on your knees for me, not a fucking chance right now. You will stand and let me be the one on their knees.” He’s already stepping me back. I’m a little bit annoyed I can’t lead us, but I know his thinking. I’m heavily pregnant, and although I’m in top physical condition, he is a gentleman who ensures I stay comfortable.

The spray of water soaks my hair, and I wipe my face as he gets down on his knees, keeping one leg bent with his foot on the ground. He brings my foot to rest on his thigh, using him as a stool, and more importantly, ensuring I’m open for him.

My back rests against the cool stone of the shower wall, causing my nipples to peak from the cold. With my body stable, I close my eyes as he begins to lick me. I’m not going to complain about this change in scene. I caress my breasts as he continues to lap me up, his tongue slipping inside me spontaneously between strokes. The sound of running water mixes with my breathy gasps.

When I’m on the cusp of an orgasm, I rake my hands through his hair to hold on and lead him to the exact spot I like, encouraging the speed.

Then I shatter, completely shatter. My moan is loud, and when Foster pulls away, his smirk is cocky. He only aims to succeed, after all.

Giving myself a few beats, I steady my breathing. I’m about to turn around to plant my hands on the wall so he can enter me from behind, but he stops me.

“No, you don’t. You’re going to be late if you stay in here another minute.” Ugh, it’s a workday.

“But you still need to come,” I protest.

He rolls his eyes, humorously annoyed by my determination. “Later when we have more time and I can show you how I’ve missed you in bed. Go. I’ll take care of myself.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You know I like watching you when you make yourself come. There is something about the way you hold your cock.” I’m well aware my voice and facial expression are sultry.

He’s staying strong, though. “Go.”

Grumbling, I listen.

A few minutes later, I’m staring in the bathroom mirror, lining my eyes with a light pencil. The towel tied around my body doesn’t slip, and the matching one wrapped around my hair is perfectly tight.

Yawning, I take a pause in my makeup attempt. “Four more days and then it’s the weekend,” I announce when I hear the shower door open from around the corner. In the mirror, I see Foster appear from the steam, and he grabs a towel from the nearby hook. Even though it’s routine when we get ready for work, my breath always catches when I see him emerge from the shower this way.

“If you’re counting days, that isn’t a good sign,” he reminds me as he sets the towel to hang on his hips.

“We both know why. At least, today I have the meeting.” I’ve come to accept that I can’t influence the result. It’s out of my hands. For our son, I can’t live on nerves.

He stalls. “You do. You know you can always…”

Rolling my eyes, I know the direction this conversation is going, causing me to return to my makeup efforts.

He walks to me, then kisses the curve of my shoulder. “You know you can go on maternity leave now if you want.”

I gawk at him through the mirror. “No, thank you. I will be working to the very last day, proving the point that I’ve done nothing wrong and my work is of a high standard. I’m not someone who made a mistake and is hiding behind a pregnancy. I will be back.” It always feels like I have a point to prove to everybody in the professional world. Even though I would say I don’t give a damn and blaze trails, I’m out of my realm during this pregnancy. Underlying sentiments of insecurity popped up. People will look at me and see a mom, and not everyone will grasp that I work the same. My career identity is about to be shaken.

“Just saying.”

Sighing, I turn into his arms, needing to take a moment. “It’s fine. I’ve been nervous about today, haven’t been sleeping well, and need to pee a lot.”

His fingers feather along the length of my arms while he peers down into my eyes. “I know. It’s been a struggle to get comfortable. Now that you will let me, I’ll give you orgasms every night to help you sleep. Are you positive you’re physically feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Only four weeks to go.”