Hide and Seek (6 page)

Her heart insisted he was an honorable man—it was why she had left in the first place. It was her head that held doubts. If it really came down to William believing her, or believing his fellow cops, whom would he trust? Some woman he had slept with months ago who was stupid enough to become pregnant, or his fellow men in uniform?

While these worrisome thoughts rushed around her head, she felt the cold draft of the door opening. Turning around and pushing aside the curtain of the shower, she yelled out, “Go away, Adam! I heard you before. Thank you for driving me here. I’ll call you later in the week, okay?”

When a very large, very naked chest came into view, she squeaked and closed the curtain in a hurry.

She knew that chest. Had tasted it many times, felt it over and under her, in almost every position physically possible.

A low, very masculine chuckle came from behind the flimsy curtain.

“Please don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden, Josephine. Shame on you! After all we’ve shared?”

Feeling her mouth go dry, Josephine saw fleeting images of her favorite moments they had shared together. There were a lot of them. As the curtain moved once again, Josephine stared up into the intensely blue eyes of her lover. Gloriously naked, he stepped into the shower stall.

Her eyes drank in the now-tied-back fall of hair she so loved and had missed so much. It sat up on the back of his head in a half-bun, half ponytail concoction similar to her own mop of hair. His intensely blue eyes burned with a passion she had only ever seen in him.

Soaking up her fill of his exquisite body, she felt her mouth open in shock at the hugely erect cock he wore. He was hard as a pole, and even jutting out from his body, his cock reached up to his navel. Realizing that she was staring, Josephine raised her gaze back to his, only to see him laughing silently at her.

Without his even touching her, she felt the searing heat of his caress, his skin, and his possession. She stared into his face as he wet himself under the hot spray of water. He took the soap from her slack hand, and began to spread it over his long arms and large chest.

Josephine turned her back to him, determined to try and hide her lust and embarrassment. Cupping the heat of the water to her chest, she resisted the urge to duck her head under the spray. When William came across her, covering her body with his large, soapy one, she shuddered in pure bliss.

“You always did love a good, long, hot…shower,” he whispered teasingly in her ear. Josephine surprised herself by blushing. She couldn’t remember the last time she had blushed like a schoolgirl.

She turned to face the large man in the shower with her, only to find herself cornered against the chilly tiles. William spread his legs to trap her slimmer ones. He reached up and detached the showerhead. Bringing the lovely hot spray down to rain on her quickly chilling flesh, she couldn’t bite back the moan of pleasure she felt with the hot, hard spray coming onto her.

“That’s it, love,” he crooned. “You have no idea how many nights I spent in my bed thinking of you, worrying about you, dreaming of doing this and a million other things to you.”

William kept one arm on the moveable shower nozzle. Angling the spray over one nipple, then the other, Josephine didn’t pay any attention to his other hand as it grabbed the bar of soap. When he started, oh-so-carefully, to soap up her enormous stomach with such tenderness and patience, she felt a tear form in her eye. How could she have possibly worried, even for a second that this large, gentle man could have, under any circumstances, looked at her with disgust? That he could not have cared for her in any way?

Josephine shook her head in bemusement. Maybe all the hormones running around in her system had fried her brain.

She watched William massage her belly, over and over, a sort of awe and excitement in his eyes she had never seen before. He was so gentle, almost reverent. He moved the showerhead, so it rained down fully on her stomach, rinsing the soap away.

A moment later, William returned the showerhead to its proper position and turned back to crowd her into the tiles. Josephine smiled. She was certain William would look silly to a person looking in on them. His chest pressed into her, crushing her full and sensitive breasts. His legs contained her own and her large belly stuck out into him, making him bend awkwardly over her. Despite the obviously tricky position he was in, he looked so serious, so deeply into her eyes, she didn’t dare laugh.

Pressed against the tiles, Josephine looked up into his face as the warm water streamed down his long hair, partly released from his ponytail. Suddenly, when she was sure he would say something as serious as the look in his eyes, William groaned and bent down to kiss her fiercely.

The possession, the fiery claiming in that kiss made her blood hum and sing throughout her body, electrifying long dormant erogenous zones. Josephine felt her legs wobble under the pressure and passion she felt in his kiss, in the strength of his lips claiming hers.

Josephine had read every book she could lay her hands on about sex during pregnancy. She had insisted to herself it was so she could be fully knowledgeable about her pregnancy—but deep, deep inside herself, a part of her just wouldn’t quit hoping she would return to William and need the information she had researched.

Not that reading information about it had helped her any. Each different text seemed to contradict itself. All agreed that it was safe for the baby, as it was encased in a liquid-filled sac of sorts. As the sac was filled with fluid, up until the final month or two of pregnancy, even the roughest of penetrations would merely make the baby bounce around. In the final month, sex was one way to induce labor, so most doctors recommended abstaining.

But the sex drive and libido of women seemed to be fiercely debated. Many texts claimed that the hormones produced, testosterone in particular, made women crave sex even more than pre-pregnancy, yet others claimed that some women felt turned off of sex completely until months after the baby was born.

Josephine had been interested, but not worried about her lack of feeling either way. She neither craved sex manically, nor did the thought of sex repulse her. But with William kissing her so ravenously, and the spray of water over her skin, she felt a flush creep up her body until she was canting her hips to better feel his hugely erect cock.

As the one kiss turned into many deep kisses, Josephine heard a low groan. Not knowing or caring whom it came from, she pressed up into William’s embrace. Tangling her tongue around his, she teased and tempted him. Darting in to taste him, and share her chamomile taste with him then withdrawing her tongue to make him follow her, she enjoyed their physical play.

As the minutes passed, Josephine finally pulled her lips from his, to begin a long string of caressing kisses down his neck. Taking a playful bite or two along the journey, Josephine took her time and relished the panting breaths William tried to catch in vain.

When she felt his large fingers gently squeeze, then pluck one of her nipples, she sucked in a hasty breath. Her nipples were particularly sensitive, as her breasts had filled out a lot during the last month. While the caress wasn’t painful, her tips were so sensitive, the gentle caress bordered on pleasurable pain.

“Oh my,” she managed to moan. Hearing William chuckle in male amusement, she opened one eye to glare at him.

“What do you find so amusing?”

William continued plucking and tweaking her nipple, alternating between the two so neither one felt neglected.

“Oh, I’ve heard that women’s breasts become very sensitive during pregnancy. I merely wanted to test the theory, as you seem to be having so much fun taunting me with those sweet lips of yours.”

“Know a lot of…oooh…pregnant women huh?”

Josephine started having trouble following the conversation as William bent down to take one nipple in his hot mouth. The shower spray was hot, but William’s mouth and teasing tongue were far hotter. Josephine was astoundingly glad that the strength and bulk of William’s body pressed her into the wall. Without them, she might easily have slid down to the floor.

“My sister-in-law just had a baby. My brother…teased us all a little sometimes, when his head was particularly swollen.”

Josephine laughed, then nearly choked as he bit gently down on her flushed nipple.

“You mean when his lower head finally subsided?”

Surprised and shocked blue eyes pulled away then looked down to her. As she grinned up at him, the shower spray once more hit her full on the breasts and belly, warming her skin up once more.

“I must be losing my touch if you can make double entendres like that while I suck your luscious breasts. Maybe I ought to try a bit
harder
.”

With that, William returned his head to her rounded breast, but this time instead of using his hands to play with her other nipple, one hand feathered down to her wet curls. Warm and damp, with both the water and her own creamy juices, she spread her legs for his probing fingers. When two long fingers finally penetrated her heat, she moaned and closed her eyes.

It had been far, far too long.

Almost immediately, William’s fingers started pumping in and out of her tight core. His suckling increased, both in intensity and in rapidity. Josephine was shocked to find herself arching up into his mouth, thrusting her hips deeper and deeper onto his long, smooth fingers.

“Are you sure this is safe for the baby?” William muttered against her breast.

“Yeah, sex is fine up to the last month. Surely your brother gloated right until the end?”

Josephine didn’t hear exactly what William muttered, but hearing “cocky bastard” gave her the flavor of his reply.

After a few moments of feeling the deep penetration of his fingers, of lifting herself into the nibbling caress of his lips, Josephine cried out from the aching loss of his fingers in her core and his mouth from her breast.

William quickly returned his mouth to hers, murmuring against her kiss-softened lips, “Don’t fret dear, we’ll take this slowly. I promise.”

When Josephine was about to insist she didn’t
want
to take this slowly or delicately, she felt the very tip of William’s cock sit at the entrance to her pussy. With her lips pressed tightly against his, and the very tip of his head inside her, Josephine felt as if she had finally arrived home.

She didn’t need to hide, or pretend anymore. Even with Adam, she had kept a part of herself hidden away…her worry, her fear. But here, with William at her mouth and pussy, she could open wide her heart and soul, finally able to relax and feel safe.

As William licked and sucked at her mouth, the tip of his hard and heavy cock gently moved mere inches in and out. As hot and aroused as she was, electric currents of desire came with each movement they made. As the seconds ticked by, inch by slow inch, she felt William fill her up as she longed for. When he finally penetrated her to the hilt, they both groaned with the bliss of that full feeling only
his
length and thickness seemed to bring.

Josephine could feel William shaking in his effort to hold back his thrusts. He was so gentle it was driving her nuts. She was creaming unbelievably, and so ready for him she felt on the knife-edge of an orgasm. Yet his shallow, gentle thrusts were frustrating her more than relieving the ache she felt deep inside her gut.

As William continued to thrust shallowly within her, Josephine knew she couldn’t take much more of this sweet lovemaking. She needed a raw, hard fucking, and she thought William wouldn’t object to it if he were driven there himself.

Reluctantly pulling her lips away from his, even just for this moment, she gently bit down on his earlobe, hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to hurt.

“I won’t break, and I promise you won’t hurt the kids. Haven’t you fantasized over these last months of fucking me hard and deep? Of pressing yourself into me right to the balls? Of holding me tight against this wall as the heat of the shower pours down on us both, the steam enveloping us, as you ram yourself into me over and over? Please fuck me hard, lover, I promise we’ll both enjoy it.”

The strangled sound that emanated from William brought an unholy grin of joy to her face. For a moment, she turned her face up to stare into heat and lust-filled, dark blue eyes, and then her lips were being crushed. Closing her eyes in bliss against the force of his passion, Josephine felt William withdraw once from her body, and then slam back into her. He used more force than he previously did, but she could tell he still held himself slightly in check.

The strange mix of rough and gentle spurred her on as nothing else could have. William was not being soft anymore, he gave her the force she desired, yet still restrained himself for the sake of their children. A strange warmth blossomed in her chest. Josephine closed her eyes and tried just to enjoy the moment.

William’s pace quickened with every thrust, Josephine moaned as William thrust harder and deeper into her. As she felt her passions rise, choked sounds fell from her mouth. Realizing they were screams she was stifling, she tried to suck in a deep lungful of air.

As her thoughts spun dizzyingly around her, she felt herself rushing up to that magnificent peak of climax. Desperately wanting William to come with her, as she felt the power and waves of pleasure crash and crescendo around her, she reached one slim hand down between their bodies and pinched him very gently in that special place just underneath his balls.