My eyes could have rolled with pleasure at his dirty talk. Before I had always thought that whole thing was stupid and cheesy. But hearing him tell me how good I was, how perfect I was for him, made me react virulently.
I swirled my tongue around him, my hand gripping his base and following my mouth because, even after two months of practice, I still couldn’t take quite all of him in without grossly choking.
It didn’t take long before I had him fully slicked up, the muscles in his thighs twitching under me as I brought him closer and closer to his peak. For a moment I was afraid that he would pull me off -he was always insistent that I came before him, and usually multiple times- but he let me do what I wanted. What I needed.
He was so good to me.
That thought whipped around in my mind over and over again, my breaths rushing out of my nose as I swallowed down as much of him as I could. And it was like just like that that he came completely undone, gasping and tensing and fingers gripping my hair just on the right side of tightness to make me groan.
“That was perfect, baby,” he breathed, pulling me up his chest to kiss me tenderly. “You’re always going to be perfect to me.”
I let out a happy sigh and rested against his warm body. Content and happy, I let myself enjoy the peace between us.
A girl could get used to it, this whole happiness thing.
Mickey
I gently stroked Amber’s back, enjoying the soft feeling of her skin against my callouses. I was still in a bit of shock from everything that had happened, but it was a happy, disbelieving sort of comfort.
Amber was pregnant. With my child. And she seemed to want to carry it to term. We were going to be a family. Instead of just taking care of her, I was going to have a little one to protect and love and cherish like a child should be.
And maybe a couple more? I’d always wanted a good cluster of children. And since I was rich, it seemed justifiable to do so.
…well, maybe I should just get through the first one and we would see how Amber felt. For now, I was cherishing every moment, never letting them slip by without notice or being taken for granted.
My body was already thrumming from the sated, sleepy way she was laying on top of me, all defenseless and contented. I’d never had a partner seem so pleased from just giving a blow job and seeing her so blissed out made my manhood stir.
But it was still far too soon after orgasm to be coming round again. Which I didn’t entirely mind, because that meant I could pay attention to her.
“Are you with me, baby?” I murmured, pleased when I heard a satisfied hum from her. Good, she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Because if she did, I didn’t think that I had the heart to wake her up, no matter how horny I was.
Gently, I rolled her onto her back, peppering her face with kisses until finally finding her lips again. It was insane to me that our first one had just been a little over few months ago, fervid and drunken in the hallway of a random hotel in Vegas.
She let her arms wrap around my shoulders, holding me close while I ravished her until she was panting. It was only when her lips were swollen and red from me that I moved down to her jaw, and then her neck, until I buried my face in her generous breasts.
Her breath hissed out of her, a beautiful sound, but I was ready to coax more from her. I took a nipple into my mouth, my fingers coming up to worry at the other one.
She arched up into me, already mewling, already needy for me. And I loved it. I loved how she would always take whatever I gave to her gratefully. How sloppy wet she always was for me. Because as much as Amber tended to think she was difficult to love -which she wasn’t- we could always agree on how easy she was for me.
But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to work as hard as I could for her in bed anyways.
I waited until she was fully writhing underneath me, trying to push her breasts further into my mouth, trying to get more pleasure from me, before I let my fingers slide to her center.
“Yes please,” she panted, lifting her hips to me. “Touch me.”
“Whatever you want,” I murmured, letting my fingers slide along her.
I wasn’t surprised to find her already dripping, slick enough for me to slide a finger into her without resistance. She was already so hot, so slick for me that I groaned into the soft skin of her cheek before resealing my mouth around the little pink bud.