I turn her in my arms, trying not to laugh at how cute she’s being. My hands cup her face. She looks so small and delicate between my tattooed hands.
“You’re so sweet.” I leave a quick kiss against her lips, and because I’m such a sucker for her, I put one more lingering onethere, just to savour it a little longer. “Why don’t you go sit down? I’ll make us dinner.”
Her arms circle my back. “You do so much for me. I just wanted to do something for you, too.” She sniffs again, a rogue tear escaping her eye. I quickly catch it on my thumb, sweeping away the evidence, and rest my forehead on hers.
“I like doing things for you.” I crave it. I like being needed by Isabelle. Being the only one who can provide for her in this way.
A thought crosses my mind. I bring my finger to her chin, tilting her head up. “I am quite hungry, though.”
Pressing my lips against hers, long and deep, my fingers trail down her neck until I’m gently collaring her throat. I hold her in place so I can keep kissing her, then I guide her out of the kitchen and into the living room.
She has the electric fireplace on, and I can feel it warm my back as I pull my T-shirt over my head. I toss it aside, then drop to my knees, pulling Isabelle’s shorts and underwear down her legs as I go.
“Sit down, baby.” My words are a gentle request.
Isabelle lowers to the couch, her knees bent together in front of me. My hands gently pull them apart, kissing the inside of her thigh before I lift them one at a time over my shoulders.
“Now, sit back and relax while I have my dinner.” I lean forward and spit on her pussy. “Or are you my dessert?”
Isabelle sinks into the couch cushions, leaning her head back with a sigh. I bring a hand up, spreading the wetness around, and circling her clit a few times before I drag my tongue over her.
Her back arches as a moan vibrates in her throat, letting me hear how easily her body submits to my touch. She reaches a hand down to hold on to the fingers I have resting over her thigh.
Buried between her legs, I look up, loving the sight of her heaving chest and the ecstasy on her face. My cock grows hard in my jeans, and I’m regretting not removing them when I took my shirt off.
My tongue laps greedily up and down before flicking over her clit. I groan as I suck it into my mouth, and Isabelle’s legs squeeze around my head. I keep repeating the motion, coaxing her slowly, and bringing her to that precipice that has her screaming my name.
“You’re doing so good, Izzy,” I say, making her whimper, and I can feel the slight tremor in her feet as she digs them into my back
I bring a hand under my chin so I can tease her cunt, just barely dipping inside. Isabelle’s been more sensitive over the last few weeks, going crazy for light touches. It’s been a welcome challenge for me since I’m so desperate for her, and I have to restrain myself from giving into my urges, hard and fast, the way I want to. My dick twitches in my briefs. It’s going to be fucking beautiful when I come inside her.
With two fingers, I ease in. She’s so fucking wet as she squeezes around me. I keep my fingers slow, my tongue light but fast.
“Are you gonna come for me?”
She nods, blowing out a breath as she leans forward and buries her hand in my hair. My eyes roll back as she pulls on the strands.
I add a third finger and roll my wrist, increasing the speed, and nip at her clit.
She gasps. “Yes! Just like that, Gage.”
I don’t dare fucking stop what I’m doing, giving my girl exactly what she needs. Her legs tighten around my head again, and I’m suffocating in the most satisfying way.
“Yes! Yeesss! Ahhhhh.” Isabelle floods my tongue and fingers as she cries out.
I have to shake my head a few times because I see stars whenever I get to earn any one of her orgasms.
Drawing my fingers out slowly, I bring one to my mouth, sucking it and humming over the taste. I lean over her body, holding my middle finger to her lips where she’s panting.
“Open up, baby.” Her blue eyes look at me in a daze, and as she opens her mouth, I ease my finger in and drag it down her tongue. “Tastes like you belong to me,” I rasp.
Lust blazes through her eyes as she stares at me. She smashes her lips against mine, pulling on my neck to draw me closer to her, before she huffs against me and pulls back with a pout.
“What’s wrong, Buttercup?” I ask as my hand slides under her shirt, rubbing her bump.
“I love being pregnant, but be warned, I’m making a list for all the things I’d be doing to you if this belly wasn’t in the way.” She points a finger at me. “And I’m coming for you after she’s born.”
“Oh yeah?” I rub my hands up and down her thighs. “What are you going to do to me?”
