Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

I t had been an interminably long thirty-seven weeks, but they’d made it this far, and now Desi felt like she could breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no good reason for thirty-seven weeks to be a milestone in her head, except that this was when Charlotte had given birth to baby Jacob, and he’d been just fine. In her mind, that meant the same for her baby.

As determined as Desi had been to cook this baby right, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t looking forward to it being over. And as much as she wanted children, she wasn’t sure she could go through all this again. It had tested her and Joel’s relationship to the limits. That they’d made it through was testament to how strong they’d become as a couple.

Especially because of the ‘no sex’ embargo she’d been on for the past seven months.

Seven months!

Okay, so she’d gone longer than that before she and Joel got back together… by a long way. But not when her insanely hot husband lay beside her every night, and she was a steaming pile of hormones who was desperate for sexy times.

Why hadn’t anyone mentioned how freaking horny pregnant women became?

And it didn’t even matter that it might have been perfectly safe during some of that time. Joel simply wasn’t taking any chances.

Of course, he had his hand, Desi thought, uncharitably. The one time he’d caught her trying to get herself off, Joel had used the discreet D rings attached to their oak framed bed and a pair of cuffs for an entirely different reason than kinky fun. Bastard.

Four weeks later, Desi was sitting there, thinking the same thing. “Okay baby,” she declared, rubbing her stomach. “This isn’t funny now. Just because I’ve been taking it easy to make sure you don’t put in an early appearance doesn't mean you can just stay in there and chill now.”

It was the ultimate irony that after all the damn scares she’d had throughout her pregnancy, now the baby decided it wasn’t budging. “You are going to be the most uncooperative, contrary child, ever. I can just tell,” she told her baby bump. “Just like your damn father.”

“Who’s just like their father?” Joel asked as he walked into the room and planted a kiss on her upturned mouth.

“This baby,” Desi murmured against his lips. “But you know, we should use this opportunity to have sex while we can.”

Joel frowned. “But Xavi said…”

“Xavi said sex could induce the baby, and since this baby is officially overcooked, it sounds like a damn good idea.”

Joel looked uncharacteristically nonplussed, and Desi pushed her advantage. “Besides, who knows when we’ll get another chance. We have to wait six weeks after the birth, and by that time, we’ll probably be walking zombies because we aren’t getting any sleep if anything Jake says is to be believed.”

Reaching out, Desi rubbed Joel through his dress slacks, hiding a smile when he perked up like a randy teenager who’d been touched for the first time. “Jesus, Desi. I’m not sure…” he started in a strangled voice.

She didn’t give him time to finish, deftly unzipping his fly and taking him in her hand as he threw his head back and hissed through his teeth. “It’ll be a moot point at this rate, honey. I’ll be blowing before I even get near you if you keep touching me like that.”

It was somewhat gratifying to know he was feeling their enforced ban as much as she was.

“God, I feel like I haven’t been inside you in forever...” He paused. “Are you sure this is alright?”

“Absolutely positive,” she reassured him, refusing to let him back out.

Drawing him closer, she threaded her fingers into his hair and kissed him gently, yet full of pent-up passion. He tasted like the sweet promise of much longed-for ecstasy, and she reached for the hem of his sweater, tugging it up over his head.

His skin was warm to touch, smooth and firm under her hands. She slid her palms over his chest, feeling the hard muscles under her fingertips. The feel of him ignited a flame that had been dormant for months now, and it roared back to life with a vengeance.

Joel groaned into her mouth as she pressed herself against him, her swollen belly separating them. She felt him stiffen and pull away slightly. His eyes were darkened with desire and worry in equal measure as he looked at her.

"The baby..." he began again hesitantly.

She cut him off with a shake of her head. "Is fine," she reassured him. Then she directed his hand to where she was cradling their child. He placed his palm tentatively against it, then smiled broadly when the baby gave a sudden firm kick.

He accented his approval with a soft chuckle, "Alright," he said after a moment's contemplation, "but we'll be gentle."

Gentle was good for starters, Desi thought, but she had seven months of desire pent up inside her and she didn’t intend to let it go to waste. She helped him out of the rest of his clothes, her fingers tingling with anticipation with each button she undid, each inch of skin exposed.

Joel was looking at her with such raw want and reverence that it sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine. He knelt before her then, his hands steady on her swollen belly, his gaze never leaving hers. His lips brushed against the roundness of her stomach in soft kisses that she felt echo through her entire being. The tenderness of it brought a lump to her throat and tears to her eyes.

“Hey…” Joel whispered, misinterpreting her silent tears as discomfort. He started to pull away, but Desi placed a firm hand on the back of his head, holding him in place.

“No,” she urged softly. “I’m fine. Please…keep going.”

Sensing her need for him more than ever, he did as she asked, pressing gentle butterfly kisses against her belly before trailing upwards towards her breasts—swollen and sensitive—making Desi gasp with the intensity of it all. Even after all this time, it was rare for there not to be an element of kink involved when they had sex. It was simply an intrinsic part of their dynamic.

Today was different though, and somehow that made it all the more poignant.

Their coupling that followed was slow, gentle, full of whispered endearments and soft touches. Even the way Joel moved inside her was measured, almost reverent. As if, after all this time apart, he feared damaging her or in some way causing her discomfort. Instead, she found herself revelling in their deep connection.

He bent her over the very edge of the spanking bench, but it was nothing more than a prop so he could take her from behind.

Whispering things into her ear, words of love and promises of forever that broke through the physical pleasure, he swept her away in a tide of emotion. It was a completely different experience than what they were used to: so gentle, so raw, so real.

A soft sigh escaped from Desi's lips as Joel moved with more intent now, his slow rhythm becoming slightly more urgent. He gently lifted one of her legs, increasing the angle of penetration, and each thrust brought both pleasure and connection in equal measure. It wasn’t about reaching climax as fast as possible or pushing each other’s limits. It was about intimacy, about re- establishing that bond which had been slightly frayed due to their extended abstinence.

Desi relished the feel of him inside her, his body warm and solid behind hers. She felt connected to him on so many levels. God, she loved this man so much. Had from the very moment she’d met him all those years ago.

Each touch, each whisper, each breath drawn, deepened the bond between them.

As they moved together in perfect harmony, Desi felt a surge of emotions overwhelming her senses. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them and this perfect moment.

Together, they reached the pinnacle of their passion. Joel groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he came at the same time as a wave of ecstasy enveloped her. Desi felt everything clench, and her head swam with the strength of her climax after seven months of orgasm denial.

Her body shook and she cried out as everything exploded, and fireworks danced before her eyes.

Fuuuuuck!

“Jesus, Desi… you’re soaking,” Joel muttered as he pulled out, the two of them panting heavily.

Desi rested her forehead on the cool leather of the spanking bench and desperately tried to pull herself together.

She’d been known to squirt in the past, so she knew what it felt like, and this wasn’t it.

Lifting her head as Joel held out a hand to help her up, she responded with a grin and a wave of euphoria. It had been a long, difficult journey, but their baby was finally coming.

“Actually, I think my water just broke.”