Seeing as how I haven't been updating with any regularity, I figured you guys deserved another chapter, be forewarned though, this chapter is Rated NC-17… Once again, thank you for your feedback, my muse loves you for it. Enjoy!!!

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Elizabeth stretched languidly in bed, Jason must have already arisen and headed downstairs. She liked it better when they awoke together, she loved the feeling of his arms around her, but more than that, she loved the way his hand seemingly strayed on its own accord to the small swell of her stomach.

In no hurry to leave the warmth of her bed, Elizabeth thought back on the day before, shock and happiness warring with one another. Shock at having stood up to Luke Spencer, happiness at the intimate love that she and Jason had shared the previous night. But one thing kept coming back to her, after he had agreed to supper in bed, he had made an offhanded comment that she was so cute, when trying to be sexy. At the time, he stomach and her tingling loins overruled her sense of pride, but this morning, it reared its head. And before she knew it, she had concocted a plan to prove to Mr. Jason Morgan, just how sexy she could be…

She scrambled from bed, heading to their shared closet, rapidly moving garments out of her way, contemplating some, others disregarding completely. Feeling a little out of breath, she moved on to the dresser, and low and behold, just what she was looking for. All though, she could have sworn she had hung the garments up, here they lay.

Elizabeth slipped out of her pajamas, tossing them haphazardly on the bed. She pulled the silky material of the sapphire blue teddy over her body, noticing that it was a little tighter in the abdomen region and the breast region. She looked for a moment at the garter belt, but decided she didn't need it for what she planned on doing.

Looking in the floor length mirror, Elizabeth assed her appearance. Even though she was pregnant, she looked amazing. She positively glowed, even she could see that. Her eyes sparkled with the mischief that she couldn't wait to fashion, her breasts felt larger and more sensitive, the material of the cloth rubbing sensuously over her sensitized flesh. She grabbed the silky robe that matched the teddy, slipping it over her body and tying it loosely. If she wanted her plan to work, she needed everything perfect.

One last glance in the mirror was enough to assure her that she looked good, and before the morning was over, either Jason would admit to her sexiness or she would die trying. Just as she stepped out of the room, she remembered two last details, she rushed back into the room, rummaged in the closet for a moment and found the perfect four inch heels that would almost complete the look she was going for. Next she moved into the bathroom, grabbed a scrunchy and tied up her hair. Nothing was going to prevent her from getting the full effects…

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Jason just got off the phone as he heard Elizabeth shut the bedroom door upstairs. He had been up for hours, having only slept for a couple hours. This thing with Carly was distressing, the fact that he hadn't gotten around to telling Sonny was slightly disconcerting, his best friend's wife was back in town and in a sensitive condition, if his silence hadn't declared him a bad friend, something else surely would have. At least that is what he kept telling himself.

He understood that he was being irrational, Elizabeth and their child had to come first, it was the way things worked. But the business and Sonny had always had priority before, so it was hard not to feel badly for not sharing the news with him. But he had rectified that problem this morning. Besides the news that Jason had need to tell his best friend, it seemed Sonny had his own news. And shockingly enough, it seemed like it was all but bursting to be told. Sonny, more often than not was like a kid in a candy store, but sadly, he also had an affinity for gossip. Jason only hoped that he wasn't going to find himself in the middle of some problem that Sonny had created himself.

Jason lounged on the couch in a pair of silk boxer briefs, if nothing else, he might be able to convince Elizabeth for a quickie later, perhaps after Sonny…

All thoughts died right then, he heard the telltale click of high heels on the wooden stairs, turning, his breath caught and something akin to electricity jump started his system. He tried to think of something to say, but not a single word passed his lips, an unarticulated, animalistic groan was the only thing, it said more than any words could have anyway.

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Elizabeth knew the heels would give away her presence, but she had to play it coy, even cool. She needed him all but panting when she finished the second part of her plan.

A distracted smile was all she offered him as she walked past the couch and began tidying up. Her legs were showcased even better when she bent over and retrieved her previously discarded belt. The robe rose just enough to offer Jason a spectacular view of her firm, round bottom, his heady groan was enough to bring a smile to her lips. She slung the belt over her shoulder and moved on.

Not noticing anything out of place near the pool table, Elizabeth made it slowly back to the coffee table. Once there, she squatted down, allowing Jason a full frontal view. It was uncomfortable to be squatting with her knees spread so far apart, but once again, the action was worth it, Jason was all but panting now. In typical girl fashion, she casually flipped her hair, causing the ponytail to go back to its original position, but Jason caught the sparkling in her eyes and understood, he was without a doubt, under her spell.

Elizabeth stood up and began to move again, gently swaying her hips, as if to music only she could hear. As she made another circuit around the room, she allowed a brief moment of contact. Her finger trailed over one arm that was thrown casually over the back of the couch, to the other. The contact was like a live wire buried within each of their systems, a simple touch, electrified their senses and mood.

Jason unable to not touch her, reached one arm up to grasp her waist, but no sooner did his hand make contact than she was moving away from him. He turned to follow her retreat, but only caught a glimpse of blue silk, as she passed into the kitchen.

He was about to stand up when she came back out, sans the robe. The scant moments that she was gone, was more than enough time for her to divest herself of its hindering qualities. Suddenly, swallowing was becoming an effort. Now he noticed that the robe wasn't gone, it was actually just slung casually over her arms. Almost touching the ground, but still in contact with her cream skin.

Elizabeth caught his eye and held it for a moment, conveying ever so much with a single look. But no sooner did it happen, than it was over. She was once again on the move, but this time, he perceived she had a destination in mind.

She moved lithely towards him, her shapely legs moving with almost angelic grace. She glanced down and noticed that his boxer briefs were now much tighter and hidden his obvious arousal.

Kneeling on the couch, she casually placed one leg on either side of his, for a breath of time, her chest was in nibbling closeness, but she shifted slightly, allowing the robe to once again cover her shoulders.

All this time, not a word was said, just longing looks and heated, passion filled groans. Elizabeth allowed herself to slip slowly down, finally coming to rest upon his lap, the intense heat of her desire, searing him instantaneously.

Elizabeth reached between their bodies, drawing his erection out of its thatch of curls and confining material, with fluid motion she settled herself, impaling herself upon its rigid length. A breathy moan filled the air, mingling with his. The sudden contact of their heated flesh, seeming to inflame him to his very soul.

Every time he made love to her, it was like the first time, and impossible as it might seem, it only became hotter, better, mind-blowing. Each blessed, wonderful act was like a dulcet choir of angels single their praise. As if two people had been granted a sneak preview of what heaven and it's bountiful beauty would offer, once they reached its sanctioned shores.

Unable to move for the sheer sensation that was flowing through them, they both took a moment to enjoy the perfection that was their joining. They must have been made for one another, they fit so well together, one would say as good as a puzzle piece, but that didn't seem adequate enough, it felt more like they were the yin to the other's yang.

Elizabeth, unable to remain still, began to move her hips, causing more heat, more friction. Her lips descended upon his, delving, discovering, demanding, delighting, tasting. Passion was foregone for ecstasy, but even that word seemed to pale in comparison to what they were both feeling. Earth-shattering, mind-boggling, heaven achieving bliss, he supposed came close, but no earthly sentiment could describe it perfectly.

Her interior muscles quaked around his steel-like shaft, alternating, demanding he increase the pace and the depth of his strokes, one moment so completely sensitized that she must reach her peak or implode, the next wanting to feel every inch, every movement, all the way through her body.

Her tempo increased, she could feel her body begin to lighten, the sensation of her growing orgasm quickly descended upon her body, her mind. A single thrust was all it took to send her over the precipice. Her body quaked, her limbs became light, feather light in fact. She felt like the blossoming of her orgasm had unshackled her from her body, sending her into the ether, but the disconnect from her body, did not calm or quiet the raging orgasm, she felt it through every muscle, every nerve, not a portion of her body was missed as her body rocked with the waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Jason, unable to control himself, followed quickly behind her. His hot sperm shooting deep into her velvety depths. His lips captured hers, as he rode his orgasm out, delving all the deeper into her mouth, trying, without success to quiet his passion filled moans. For uncountable minutes they road the shockwaves of the aftereffects, neither ever having felt anything like it. The small movement of his still hard shaft, sent her over the edge again, nothing as monumental as the first one, in actuality, each tampered off, but still it was a beautiful assault on the body, the mind and the senses.

Not exactly sure how long they had been sitting there, Elizabeth began to move once again. Her actions slower, more subdued, but still full of a fiery passion. An hour and a half had passed since their last love-making session, but still they remained joined and still neither spoke, it was almost as if a spell had been cast, but like any other time, they didn't need to bother with words, their lips, bodies and souls spoke all they needed to say.

Jason began to match her stroke for stroke, enjoying the slow pace, but already feeling the telltale signs of his encroaching desire. His hands moved over Elizabeth's silk clad skin, then slowly, reverently, he slid his hands under her robe and then back up, just as he was about to slip the material from her shoulders and grant himself a full view of her beauty, the door slammed open. The couple stilled almost instantaneously, a look of horrified stupefaction gracing bother their faces. Neither could move, they just turned and looked at their unwanted guest.

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