Faith Sullivan - Meant for Me

Ivy

My boyfriend is so freakin hot.

I press my nose against the glass, peering out as he stops to take a break from cutting the grass around the garden center. Its sweltering outside and hes worked up quite a sweat pushing the lawn mower up and down the property. As a result of his labor, his white t-shirt is clinging to his chest in all the right places. I sigh happily, taking him in.

He has no clue that Im watching as he picks up a water bottle and pours it over his head, forming a trail that trickles down the length of his body. I clutch the windowsill as I feel that all too familiar twinge between my legs. Being pregnant, my hormones are on fire and it doesnt take much to get me going. So its no wonder a moan escapes my lips when he doesnt stop there. Instead, he casually begins to strip in front of me.

My cheeks burn as he lifts his arms over his head, removing his shirt, elongating every inch of his defined abs. My eyes follow his v-shaped pelvic muscle as it dips suggestively below his belt buckle. My breathing becomes heavy as he stretches, causing his jeans to ride even lower on his hips. My pulse skyrockets as he proceeds to wring the water out of his shirt, flexing his glistening biceps against the rays of the setting sun.

I squirm against the window, forcing my knees together. My movement catches his attention and he glances up, meeting my gaze. A sexy grin slowly spreads across his face when he realizes the effect hes having on me. My mouth is open. Im literally panting for him. He shakes his head and chuckles softly. My heart clenches at how adorable he looks.

Hes not the kind of guy who flaunts his body, but for me it seems like he enjoys being on display. He runs his hands through his damp hair, tousling it before grabbing another bottle of water. He winks at me, tilting back his head and taking a long swig. He closes his eyes, his lips wrapped around the bottle, teasing me. He smiles when hes done, beckoning me with his finger.

I dont hesitate for a moment. I gladly leave the confines of his air-conditioned office and rush outside. Hes waiting, his eyes smoldering. He stands with his hands on his hips, watching as I approach. Its unseasonably mild for October, and I step out of my clogs as I draw nearer to him. His gaze never leaves my face. It only intensifies, causing me to blush even more.

I get close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek, but I dont speak. Instead, I run my hands across the wide breadth of his shoulders and down his heaving chest. My touch must be driving him wild because I can feel his heart thudding beneath my fingertips. His skin is so smooth and firm. Hes a mans man whod never dream of waxing his upper body, and a trail of soft, fine hair guides me to his belly button and beyond.

How can I expect to get anything done around here with you touching me like that? Eric asks, his voice all husky as I find the zipper of his jeans.

Well, you shouldnt be tempting me by getting naked in front of the window, I whisper seductively as he grabs my wrist, preventing me from lowering his zipper and undressing him any further.

With my free hand, I start to remove my dress when he growls, I dont want anyone seeing whats mine. He scans the horizon for any approaching vehicles, but there are none to be found. No ones ever going to hear what you sound like when you come. Only me.

He lifts me in his arms, and Im flush against his chest. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me toward the greenhouse. I dont know if Ben left for the day. Hes the quarterback from Glendale High whos been working here part-time. If hes still around, hes about to get an earful. According to Eric, I can get pretty loud.

Eric pushes the door open with his back, his lips never leaving mine. The steaminess of the enclosed space is like a sauna. Erics skin feels slick across mine, and Im stifling with this sundress on. I want it off. Wriggling in his embrace, I attempt to lower one of the straps.

What do you think youre doing? Eric chides me. Thats my job. He nuzzles the dainty strap with his nose until it falls from my shoulder. I wince when he rakes his stubbled chin across my chest. Whats wrong? he asks, raising his head, the picture of concern.

My breasts are still sensitive, but dont stop. Trust me, what youre doing feels so good, I cry, groaning as he removes the other strap before massaging each nipple with his tongue. I tighten my legs around him and throw back my head, straining against him. Hes still holding me up. Sometimes I forget how strong he is.

They were always beautiful, but now theyre spectacular, he proclaims, fondling their newfound fullness. I cant wait to see what your boobs look like after you have the baby.

But I barely hear him. Im too caught up in what hes doing to me, lost in the sensations flooding through my body. Im horny all the time now, and on muggy days like this, I dont want to be constricted by a stupid bra. I like giving him easy access so he can relieve my aching breasts whenever he can.

Weve been so naughty lately, but I cant complain. Hes always ready to oblige my needs no matter where we areon the counter next to the cash register, in the field hes planting out back, in the bed of his truck on the side of the road.

One of these days were going to get caught, and then everyone in town will have even more to gossip about, considering how they all still hate me for stealing Eric away from Lauren. Yeah, Im the young slut who threw herself between the perfect couple. And to top it off, I got myself knocked up in the process. How scandalous is that?

Well, thats Laurens version of events anyway, and sadly its the one most people tend to believe. I dont have enough influence around here to get them to buy my side of the story. College is on hold, and in the meantime, I have nowhere else to go. Im barefoot and pregnant, and Im shacking up with everyones favorite grieving bachelor. Yep, thats methe young harlot whos taking advantage of a poor guy whos down on his luck. Ah, the hypocrisy.

But even these unbidden thoughts arent enough to quench the desire building inside me. My body has a mind of its ownall it wants is sex, sex, and more sex. I cant get enough. And after two years of self-imposed celibacy, Eric is certainly making up for lost time. I have to admit that hes always up for the challenge, determined to keep me satisfied. It only makes me crave him more.

Eric, please I writhe, biting my lip. I need you.

Your wish is my command, he says, his eyes blazing. He lifts his head from between my breasts and hikes up my dress, cupping my ass with his callused hands. At first, I wasnt used to the roughness of his touch, but now I wouldnt have him any other way. He works hard for a living, and when it comes to pleasuring me, I relish in knowing just how much my man strives to provide for me. For the first time in my life, I feel secure.

He strides over to the blanket already set up in the back among the hanging rose bushes. The seclusion of the greenhouse is one of our favorite rendezvous spots. Weve made love countless times in here, even with customers rustling around outside. I think the thrill excites us both.

Placing me down on the soft flannel, he hooks his thumbs through the elastic band of my hot pink thong, yanking it down. He gets a kick out of the fact that Im still wearing thongs for his amusement, even though my belly is beginning to bulge. He loves how Im trying to maintain an element of sexiness during my pregnancy.

He unzips the side of my sundress, bunching it in his fingers as he lowers it over my hips, tossing it over his shoulder. Im completely naked now, and the lush, humid air of the greenhouse caresses my skin. I stretch out, raising my hands above my head, sighing in contentment, letting him take in my every move. I close my eyes as his breathing increases.