Proserpina
Sliding him a look from under my lashes, I moved around, replacing the bowl, returning the ice cream tub to the fridge. I moved sensuously, taking my time, knowing that he was like a man on fire with lust. My large breasts jiggled as I walked slowly towards him and I made sure that he noticed, even splashing water on them, accidentally of course, so that the taut nipples stood out clearly. His eyes seemed to be riveted on them as I walked forward, To my satisfaction, Lucien seemed hypnotised by the sight of the breasts that he used to fondle so roughly, making me climax so easily.
Although the man's eyes followed me everywhere, hungrily, he remained stiff and silent.
*
'Go to your room,' he said in a clipped voice as I finally glided past him, deliberately brushing against his muscular chest. I stopped, so close that my body was almost touching his. The hardened menace on his face seems to grow even harsher but strangely, I only got more aroused by his obvious discomfort. I knew that if I glanced down, he would be rock hard and erect, the way he always used to become.
'Anything you say,' I lisped and then, softly,' Sir.'
He took a sharp breath and stared at me, narrowed eyes glinting as he saw my expression. Saw that I was half-mocking him.
"Careful, woman.' He growled threateningly.
Throwing him a devilish look, I dimpled cheekily and went up the stairs slowly, swaying my hips.
It wasn't an act.
I was large with my child and climbing the stairs took some effort nowadays. Nevertheless, I took my time, aware that he was just behind me, just a touch away.
I knew from the heavy breaths he took that his eyes were lingering on my curvaceous ass and I turned, blinking innocently as he followed me up the stairs.
'Don't you need to take the elevator? I mean ...Your poor leg...'
He scowled at my teasing and I could see the sexual tension growing in him.
"I'll make sure you get to the room first, 'he ground out tightly, the effort making him sound fierce.
Smiling limpidly at him, I turned and continued.
***
Once I stopped when the baby, the little devil, gave me an extra hard kick.
I must have gasped for immediately; Lucien placed a hand on my arm. His touch after so very long was like fire on my body, burning my flesh, branding me as his, even though the thin shirt sleeve.
"Are you f*cking alright?' he asked gruffly but I sensed the concern in his voice. There was genuine worry as he snarled,
"Why the F*CK did you not ask anyone of the women here to fetch you some goddamned ice-cream? F*ck!"
Turning around, I looked into his eyes. Wickedly, I decided to wring every drop from this moment.
Blinking fast, I murmured gently, softly,
'Sometimes the baby kicks me so hard.'
Daringly, I took his hand and placed it on my swollen belly. The slight movement of our child as he gave me another kick, made Lucien start.
His eyes seemed to widen in astonishment and wonder; those cold grey eyes and he frowned. His voice was rough as he growled,
'Can you walk?'
"Of course,' I scoffed but I continued up carefully, taking my time.
***
Once I reached the door, I turned to him
' Good night, Lucien.' I sighed, stepping forward, the tips of my large, near exposed breasts, almost touching his broad chest. The feel of my rounded stomach made him look down and he made to step back.
As though goaded beyond endurance, he rasped out in a low voice, revealing how much of a strain it was,
"Get into bed, Woman.'
But I was undettered.
"Thank you for coming up with me,' I breathed, pressing my soft body to his hard one, unashamedly.
I raised my head and standing on tiptoe, lightly brushed my mouth against his, placing my small hands on his hard, muscled chest.
He stiffened against me, his muscles bunching, the jaw clenching.
'Don't do that, woman.' he bit out ominously, threateningly, 'Do NOT play f*cking games.'
Pouting, I studied his face silently. We were so close, just a breath away from each other and I felt desire flare in me, the familiar wetness pooling between my thighs.
For answer, I bit his lower lip teasingly and with a rumble in his chest, he pushed me into the room, albeit gently.
'What do you want, woman, ' he snarled, his eyes wild as he struggled for control.
He was in the doorway, indecision and fury playing on those chiselled, hard features. I had let my body graze lightly against the hard, stiffness at the juncture of his thighs, aware that I was playing with fire, for Lucien was fiercely turned on. His rock hard erection was proof.
I licked my lips again, watching his eyes narrow as he looked at my mouth, greedily. His narrowed eyes, enigmatic at best, were now fixed on my tongue as I dragged it slowly, across my moist lower lip. Like a man who was dying of hunger, I thought with a wicked dimpling at him.
"Ummm...that chocolate ice cream was creamy...' I sighed, pouting and watching him through my lashes.
He must have sensed that I was toying with him for a murderous look shot across his hard face.
My Mafia Don gripped my arms and said in a voice that showed how aroused he was, how close he was to losing control,
"What do you want woman?'
The hoarse cry came from deep within him and I threw back my head to observe him. I had forgotten the way his eyes turned dark, almost black as he grew passionate.
He was, as usual, wearing a shirt that was open to the waist and I placed my small hand on his hirsute chest, lightly grazing the taut nipple, almost indifferently.
He flinched, the facial muscles going rigid with his effort to retain control.
I wanted to laugh out loud.
But I wasn't going to let him off. Oh no! I wanted him in me and I was going to have him, come what may!
But first, I would make him suffer.
Oh yessir! I would make him groan with longing.
Stroking his taut, muscular, chest lightly through his shirt front, I tilted my face up, pouting prettily as I said in a husky whisper, pressing my body lightly against his hard, muscled frame,
"Lucien...I am so very hungry.'