She purses her lips, although her thighs are unconsciously parting. “I’ll allow this four-pack. But I want you to be my bear.”
I grab her by the ankle and pull her down to the foot of the bed. My dick is inches away from her mouth once she sits up.
“I’m still thick where it matters.” My growl has her biting her lip with arousal.
She sits back and rests on the palms of her hands. “Is your tongue still magic?”
Fuck.
She knows how to get me going. The tip of my dick drips just from the thought of feasting on her pussy.
Without preamble, I drop to my knees and push her legs further apart without breaking eye contact.
“I’m afraid there’s only one way to find out.”
Celeste's head falls back when I dip my body to give her my tongue. One lick has me starving for her release.
“Oh, Beau,” she encourages me with a deep moan, and I lose myself in her pussy.
I love her rapture as her arms give out, and she falls back on the bed. She gains enough leverage to rub her juices on my face. I don’t give a fuck. I love her nectar.
Make it messy, baby.
My dick fantasizes all the ways she’s about to get fucked after she cums on my face. I need it. I’m famished. Spreading her more, I dive deeper and increase my tongue work. Celeste growls and bucks against my hold as she gives me exactly what we want. My dick is so ready it hurts. Without dropping the rhythm, I rise and sink inside of her in one greedy stroke.
Damn, her pussy does things to me that I want to remember forever. Pushing up on my palms, I look down at her without putting pressure on our baby. Her eyes are watery from her first orgasm of the night. The longer I stare, I know she feels it too. We’re not getting rid of each other.
“Let’s do it,” I blurt out.
Celeste smirks, and I know she’s about to be a smart ass. She grinds against me. “We aredoingit.”
I balance on one hand and grab her chin to drop a kiss on her until we’re both gasping for air.
“Not this,” I add with a stroke. “Let’s get married.” Her mouth falls open, but I continue to fuck her in the way guaranteed to keep her in the moment.
“You-you can’t propose during sex,” she complains after a moan.
Pausing, so I can grin at her, I fall back on my knees and hook my arms under her knees to anchor her legs.
“This is a negotiation,” I explain with a well-placed thrust.
Celeste cries out, then slaps her hand over her mouth while doing her best to glare at me. My chuckle brings back her objection. “This is entrapment.”
“Really? Marrying me is a prosecutable crime? And what’s the trap?”
“Your dick…maybe this is coercion.”
“Now, I have you under duress?”
Celeste crosses her ankles behind my neck. “Sexual duress. You’re holding back. You know I don’t know legal terms. Shut up and fuck me, Mr. Scott.”
She has no idea how she’ll get it once she’s not in such a delicate state. I oblige her because I know Celeste recognizes what we have is special. Her being pregnant was inevitable and so is our marriage. There’s no point in delaying it. I have her cumming in minutes then roll over for her to ride me. My woman was horny before the baby but has been borderline insatiable since we’ve reconnected.
Her hazel eyes bore into mine as she takes her place on top of me, her breasts—fuller from pregnancy—sway alluringly as she rides me slowly, using her inner muscles to drive me crazy. Celeste wants me to come undone like she does for me. I get my fill of watching her body swallow me before rejoining the party.
My kisses shower her upper body in silent worship. The sweetest sigh escapes her lips. Celeste’s fingers dig into my hair, pressing my scalp like she's trying to be part of me. She already is the biggest part of my soul.
“I love you like no other,” I confess, as I remind her how she got pregnant.
