Get closer

I didn’t pretend to misunderstand her.

I stepped in closer, close enough that her heavy belly brushed against my stomach. One of my hands came up and rested lightly on the side of it, feeling the warm, stretched skin through her tank top.

“I’m not really in the mood for a protein shake,” I said, voice low.

Mia’s breathing had changed. She didn’t step back.

My hand stayed on her belly as I looked her in the eye.

“What are you actually craving right now?”

She held my gaze for a long second. Her hand was still on the underside of her bump, fingers close to mine.

Then she answered, quiet but direct.

“Something that doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

I nodded once.

“That’s where I’m going to eat.”

The words hung between us, filthy and clear.

Mia’s lips parted slightly. For a moment she just looked at me — surprised, turned on, maybe a little stunned that I’d said it out loud. Her belly rose and fell between us with each breath.

She let out a soft, shaky laugh, but it wasn’t mocking.

“Jesus,” she muttered. “You don’t waste time when you decide to be forward.”

“I’ve been wasting enough time tonight,” I said. My thumb stroked slowly over the side of her belly. “You said your husband’s been too gentle. I’m not feeling very gentle right now.”

Mia’s eyes flicked down to my mouth, then back up. She was still breathing harder than the workout alone would explain.

“You’re really going to stand here in an empty gym at 3am and tell a married, very pregnant woman that you want to eat her pussy?” she asked, voice low and a little rough.

“Yeah,” I said. “I am.”

She swallowed. Her hand on her belly shifted, almost like she was pressing it more firmly against me.

“And if I said yes?” she asked. “What then?”

I didn’t look away.

“Then we find somewhere we won’t get caught,” I said. “And I get on my knees and show you exactly how much I’ve been thinking about pregnant women tonight.”

Mia stared at me for another few seconds.

Then she let out a slow breath and gave a small, almost disbelieving shake of her head.

“You’re dangerous when you stop overthinking,” she murmured.

She glanced around the empty gym, then back at me. Her cheeks were flushed.

“My car’s in the back corner of the car park,” she said quietly. “Tinted windows. No one’s going to see anything at this hour.”

She took half a step back, but her hand caught mine for a second, squeezing once.

“Five minutes,” she said. “I’m going to grab my bag and wipe down. Meet me out there.”

She turned and walked toward the women’s changing area without waiting for an answer.

I stood there for a second, heart pounding, cock already half-hard in my shorts.

Then I grabbed my own bag and headed for the exit.