“Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to punish me, Drake. That’s a little cruel, even for you.”
He released a dark laugh. The deep timber of sound sent tingles all over me. “I’m cruel? Since when? I didn’t realize I was, actually. I’d think that’s more of your specialty, Lily…”
Well, hell. Was it wrong that I didn’t want to get down and dirty with our dysfunctional issues when my body was occupied and in the middle of working for an orgasm?
“Okay, fine,” I surrendered. “I’m cruel, and you’re a fucking saint. Happy?” I almost hissed at him, wanting to jump his bones and, at the same time, choke him with my frustration. “So, can we get on with it? Do you want to fuck me or not, Drake?” I sounded like a spoiled child, demanding someone to do my bidding, but he started this thing with his thumb, and I simply couldn’t put it to rest without feeling him for the last time.
Boldly pinning me down with his gaze, his expression was hidden behind those mesmerizing gray eyes. “If I tell you no, that I won’t fuck you, would you hold it against me?”
What?
I instantly froze, shocked at his response. Since when did men decline sexual offers? Granted, I was pregnant and handing out offers, but it was his child I was carrying, so that shouldn’t even be problem, should it?
“I’d respect your decision,” I reluctantly said, though deep down, I knew I would hold a grudge against his blatant rejection of me.
“Good.” He nodded before giving me a thoughtful look.
Dejected and rejected, I hid my face from him as I tried to lift my leg that was comfortably situated on his lap. The moment I tried, his hand clamped back down, pinning me in place.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m going to leave…” So I could go home and weep my sorrowful humiliation until my eyes were red and raw.
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you, Lil, but that didn’t translate into I won’t let you come. So sit back, relax, and reach for the stars while I pleasure you.”
He had the upper hand in the situation, and he knew it. His eyes glittered as his gaze roved over my body with a hungry wolf look he would made when he had spotted a delicious meal.
“Push your tits out of your dress, Lil. I want to see you for what you are.”
Which is what? My mind questioned; however, I was too busy pushing my breasts out of the edges of the dress to fully expose him to their engorged state. With pregnancy, they had been rapidly growing.
“God,” he groaned as I caught him insert a hand inside his robe, shifting his cock before taking his hand out again. It was apparent he was hiding the fact that he was aroused. I wasn’t sure if that turned me on or challenged me to goad him into surrendering to the need.
Peeking at him, I was starting to wonder if he truly was serious about the no sex thing. From what I could tell by the good-sized tent that had been erected between his thighs, Drake was as aroused as I was. I wasn’t sure why, but seeing blatant evidence that he still found me desirable fanned the furnace that was my body.
“Drake!” My eyes rolled back when his finger went persistently berserk on my pussy while his mouth captured one of my breasts, softly teasing and biting my nipple.
My release was so immediate I felt ashamed that I couldn’t hold it for much longer, wanting to prolong his skilled ministrations on my strung-up body.
I was panting raggedly, as was he, while we both took a moment for the realization of what had just transpired between us to sink in. His lips weren’t latched on my breast any longer, but his hot breath tickled the tip of my sensitized nipple, keeping me well stimulated.
“Take me,” I whispered, over my shame and pride. At that very instant, I was merely a woman who was passionately enamored by the man I loved, my husband. “I want to feel your power between my thighs.”
Heatedly, his eyes gradually lifted away from my slopes, meeting my gaze full on before declaring, “You don’t deserve my cock, Lily.”
His immediate rejection felt as if I had been thrown into the Arctic, plunged into bone-chilling frigid waters, dousing me with reality. He wouldn’t have touched me if I hadn’t begged him to do so.
Shifting my body as I leveled myself onto my elbows, I nervously licked the bottom of my lips. “What just happened, then? Was that because you pitied me?”
“No,” he said, speaking the honest truth. “I read an article stating how pregnant women tend to get easily aroused…”
Blushing, I didn’t hide my face from him.
“Granted, I won’t give you what you truly crave, but if you ever feel the urge for release, I’m always here … to help you.” He meant every single word, making my blush deepen from pink to crimson.