Mandy
A year and a half later
“You know, you're insatiable," Malcolm says as I lift my very pregnant body over his and slide down on his hard rod.
“Hmmm," I hum. “I think you can blame hormones."
His deep laugh reverberates from his chest to my hands as I wiggle, getting us as close as two people can be—as close as two people can be when one is eight months pregnant and her midsection is roughly the size of a beach ball.
“I'm not complaining," he says as his blue eyes sparkle my direction.
I move slowly up and down, watching his satisfied smile. “Yeah, you don't seem to mind."
“I don't. But I miss the sailor talk."
Moving my hands to his shoulders, I continue to adjust, enjoying the friction as his thumb strokes my oversensitive c**t.
“f**k," I whisper, bending as close as I ca
