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“It won’t be fun going to Vegas until after I have this baby,” she says. “No drinking or smoking. I can’t go to Vegas and not drink and smoke, you know?”

“Of course.” I laugh.

After we both finish our meal sometime later, I leave a hundred on the table, and we make our exit.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” she asks sheepishly. “I need to give you the grand tour.”

“We don’t have to hook up tonight, you know? I wanted to take you out and have a nice night together.”

“I’m having a really nice night with you,” she says. “It’s been wonderful so far. I think the night would beperfectif you came over and made me a woman again. You do it too well.”

“Do you have any more shoots coming up?” I ask.

“I don’t haveanyshoots for the rest of the week, no,” she replies. “Nothing scheduled as of this afternoon.”

“So, it’s safe to assume that you’re free tomorrow?”

“You would be assuming correctly. Yes, sir. What are you thinking?”

“I am thinking of asking if you’d maybe rather go to my place,” I suggest. “It’s a bit of a drive, but there’s a lot of space for a lot of activities.”

She grins, licking her soft, full lips. “Take me, baby.”

29

Jillian

Mason drives us up the interstate so fast that I feel sure we are going to break the time-space continuum. He doesn’t care about speed limits, nearby patrol cars, or any of the other daredevils that swerve through the roads. He is determined to bed me, and I am anxious to feel his huge cock filling me up again.

I can’t believe how amazing he is being about the pregnancy. I’m stillsoconfused about it all, unsure of what I really want and second-guessing each decision I make regarding it. Yet, here he is, seemingly ready for this baby already. He is so relaxed about it that it makes me jealous. Of course, he isn’t going to have to carry a growing fetus in his body for almost a year, so it makes sense to not be as stressed, but I feel sure the fear will kick in and take over. I can’t believe he is being so mature about everything.

I also can’t believe how he isn’t being a “guy” about sex. After how good it has been for us, I felt sure he was going to encourage some post-date intercourse. I believe him when he says he is fine with us abstaining. I don’t think he is plotting or trying to use reverse psychology. He is too sincere and clever to be that simple.

I don’t want to abstain from him at all, however. I want him to ravish me and take me to that special place. When we get back to his beautiful, secluded house in the trees, I intend to show him just how much I crave him.

We first sit on his couch in the living room as a preamble. He makes us some drinks, mine a lemonade, and we sip on them quickly. We are touching each other all over. I am rubbing his shoulders, neck, and the growing bulge in his lap. Meanwhile, he is caressing my naked back, lightly massaging it, while his other hand travels slowly up my dress.

By the time I’ve finished my drink, I am wet for him. His fingers are approaching my cunt, ready to wear me out.

“Did I tell you about when I found out I was pregnant?” I ask playfully. “The day I took my test—that morning, I’d woken up from a pretty intense sex dream you were starring in.”

“Oh, really?”

“Oh, yes. You were transcendent. I woke up feeling like we’d just made some of the hottest love imaginable. We were so goddamn good even in my dreams.”

“I believe that,” he says, grazing his skilled fingers up along my wet folds.

“So,” I whisper, pulling his hand out from under my dress, only letting him get a subtle touch. “I had to masturbate. Sometimes, my hand is all I need, but other times, I like to feel as much pleasure as my body will allow. So, sometimes I use toys. Are you familiar with sex toys at all, Mason?”

“Somewhat,” he answers. “I’ve only used them on a girl a handful of times. How often do you masturbate?”

“At least once a day, sometimes more,” I say. “I’ve gotten to know my body very well over my life. I like using toys because you can get that nice focus—feeling a vibrator on my clit while I insert my fingers up into my pussy.”

He is growing harder the more I talk. I am curious to know how hard he’ll become in a minute as I continue.

“How often do you stroke that fat cock, baby?” I ask.

“Depends on the day,” he replies. “You’ll have to show me your toys next time I’m at your place. I’d like to see them in action.”