“No kidding,” I say. “Are we done here?”
“Yes, Jimmy. We’ll see you in two weeks. Have fun you two,” he says, winking at me before leaving the room.
I wait for the door to shut before turning my attention to Jenna. She’s trying to ignore me, but it won’t work.
“Did you hear him?”
“Yes, he says you need an appointment in two weeks.”
“Jenna,” I whine.
“Jimmy,” she says as she stands up and walks over to me. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”
Before I can react she’s out of the door and I’m left with a raging hard on and a visit to the receptionist to get another appointment.
WHEN I get into the car I don’t say anything. I slide, for the first time in months, into the driver’s seat. Jenna’s looks out the window. There’s a smile on her face. Yeah, she knows what’s coming. I start the car and adjust the volume on the radio. Lyrics waft through the speakers easing the tension that I’m feeling. I haven’t had this feeling since I was a teenager.
My palms sweat against the steering wheel. I’m trying my hardest not to look over at Jenna until I get to our destination. It’s fucking tough though. I want to touch her now. I want to hold her hand, but I’m afraid that if I let go I’ll swerve off the road.
Why am I nervous? It’s something I can’t figure out. It’s not like we haven’t been together before. Looking at her belly is evidence enough. But it’s been months since we’ve been together and I’ve been out of commission.
I turn down a deserted road and drive into the woods. I’ve driven out here a few times to clear my head and try to find the courage to ask Jenna out. Thing is, I didn’t need courage, I just needed knowledge and it was Liam who supplied that to me one night in the studio. I park the car and turn off the engine. I plug my phone into the aux port and pick one of the many playlists I have for Jenna.
“How are we going to do this?”
I look at my wife whose eyes are wandering. “I think we’ve mastered the art of having sex, Sweet Lips.”
Jenna shakes her head. “I’m big, Jimmy. It’s not like I can lie down.”
I wish she’d listen to me when I tell her that I think she’s beautiful. That she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I get out of the car and walk to her side, opening the door and holding out my hand for her. She tries to walk away from me, but I stop her. I spin her around and pin her against the car.
I bury my nose in her hair as my hands move up her sides. My fingers dance under her shirt, inching their way to her full tits.
“I don’t think you’re fat. I think you’re sexy as fuck and my dick wants to be buried in you.”
Jenna throws her head back when my fingers squeeze her nipples. I latch onto her neck, biting her gently. My cock aches, begging for release. I know I won’t last. I’m not expecting much. Pulling my hands away from her chest, I find the waistband of her shorts and slide them down her leg, taking her knickers with them.
“Step out,” I request. She steps out of her shorts, never turning to look at me. I place them on the hood of the car. I drop my shorts, and my cock springs against the swell of her arse. She moans when I touch her confirming what I already know – she wants this.
My leg pushes against hers, widening her stance.
“Put your foot on the tyre.” Never have I been so thankful for her small car. I’m going to buy her a new one before the baby is born but we might need to keep this one for some little excursions.
She does as I ask, allowing me plenty of space to step forward. I exhale loudly the second my dick comes in contact with her. She bends, arching her back. Begging me to fill her. I meet her request with no hesitation.
I grip her hips, steadying her. I move in and out, slowly. I need to last. I need to experience this as if it was our first time. With each thrust, she gets louder. My name falls from her lips in the most sensual way. It spurs me to increase my speed and as much as I want to prolong it, I can’t.
I slam into her as my hand snakes under her shirt. I pull down her bra and palm her breast. She pushes into me, rocking her hips. I’m so close, but I want her with me. I want to feel her clench as I pump into her. My fingers rub on her swollen clit. It’s hard and ready to explode.
“Oh fuck, Jenna. Oh fuck, fuck fuck,” I say with each thrust.
“I… I’m…”
“Fuck Sweet Lips I can feel you coming.”
Jenna moans loudly. Her head is resting against the car. I bite down on her shoulder the moment I feel my body tense. I pump into her faster, pounding my hips into hers.
My head rests against her back, my breathing laboured, but not out of control. “Fuck, Jenna I needed that. God, I’ve missed you so much.”