Whitney
I hear Ryan come home through the back door, hear his keys hit the bar, and his shoes hit the spot next to the door where we keep them.
I've been thinking about him the past few hours. I have no idea what it is, but he sent me a selfie at lunch with the sexiest smirk I've ever seen him wear. Since then I've been on edge, my n*****s rubbing the inside of my bra almost made me come twice.
People told me that once I hit the third trimester, I would want s*x, but they didn't tell me how much. Today I feel like a horndog, and I'm almost mad that it took him an extra thirty minutes to get home tonight. Something about a call they had. I know it's crazy I would be upset about it, but I literally ache with the need to have him inside me.
“Whitney, you in the bedroom?" he yells as he ma
