“Baby,” I whisper and touch my lips to hers.
She’s aroused. I feel it. I can almost fucking taste it, but she’s not speaking.
I caress her face. “Forget fucking. Just let me make you come,” I change tact.
“Killian,” she whispers. And I know by her voice that it’s not a green light. It’s also not feeling like a red. I’ll treat it like a yellow.
I carefully roll her to her back and then my lips are on her throat, hungrily, which gets me the exact reaction I want. She loves when I taste her throat. It’s instant arousal for my beautiful wife, didn’t take me long to figure out when we got started. I nibble down to her breast and she doesn’t grab onto me like usual, but also doesn’t stop me. When her back arches as I bite down gently on her left nipple I know the light is changing color.
I drag her panties off and toss them as I bury my face between her legs, tasting her, groaning as I do because I’ve fucking missed this.
“I haven’t shaved,” she whispers, panic in her voice.
“Like I give two fucks,” I reply and suck hard on her clit and then feel my face split into a smile.
I haven’t shaved. She’s fucking adorable. And mine. All mine. Forever.
I skate both palms up her hips, fingertips gliding over her ribs, then I’m cupping both of her breasts, twirling my thumbs around the peaks as my tongue follows the same motion around and around her clit.
A moment later, I’m wrapping both of her legs over my shoulders and caressing the goosebumps that’ve broken out everywhere.
I take full advantage of the fact that she’s open, responding, and that she sounds on the cusp of a climax already by the pace of her breathing, by the way she’s arching. Again, I trail my tongue through her wetness, tweak her nipples, and do it pushing my hips into the mattress.
I’m rock-hard and want inside her badly.
I’ll survive, though. This is about her. Thinking on it, I also don’t know if I should be fucking her with the spotting she had the other day. We’ll have to ask the doctor about that.
She’s carrying my baby; she’s tied to me. And I’ve never been happier about the idea of those kinds of shackles. I’m looking very forward to seeing her belly swell, knowing it’s my child in there. The idea of a son. A daughter. Both. Several of each. I want that. All of that. I kiss her hip while teasing her with my fingers, and then I’m lapping at her clit and not a minute later, she comes, legs shaking as I devour her silky, hot pussy. My beautiful girl whimpers softly before going lax.
I climb up onto my knees and first drop a kiss on her stomach, then move up further, dropping more kisses until I can access her mouth, where I linger for a moment because she participates in the kiss. She pulls away and so I roll off and leave the room.
I come back with a glass of apple juice for her, setting it on the table beside her.
She’s still on her back, unmoving, nightgown up around her stomach. Wrist covering her eyes. She lifts it to pull the nightgown down over her nudity.
I fix the covers over us.
She rolls over and hesitantly slides her hand up my softening erection. And it feels like her hand is trembling.
“It’s okay,” I say. “Just wanted to take care of you.”
I say this, but I really fucking want this. I don’t want her to feel obligated. But fuck, I want this.
She cups her palm over my mouth and then moves it back down, her other hand joining. I relax into it and her fingertips disappear into my sleep pants. She’s no longer trembling.
She frees me and starts stroking, squeezing me with both hands as she snuggles into my side, her cheek on my peck. My mouth lands in the top of her hair and I put my arm around her, holding her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft, hot hands working my cock.
A moment later, she shifts and covers my shaft with her body. She holds on with one hand stroking while my cock slides between her tits, then pulls her arms together to tighten those tits around me, continuing to move up and down.
I work down a swallow, absorbing the beautiful sensations while staring at her form in the dim room, making out her sexy, bare, heart-shaped ass up in the air as her nightgown hem slides down toward the bed.
My fingers find their way into her silky-soft hair and she nuzzles into my hand in a way that feels like adoration. It throws me and I work down another swallow, feeling my balls tighten, feeling the spark of an impending orgasm igniting up my spine. I spill between her tits, coating my stomach while uttering her name.