And it’s that train of thought that has me reaching for her as soon as she shuts the door. With my chest flush against her back, I reach for the bowl and set it on the nearby table. “Arthur, what—” She gasps when I press my already hard dick against her ass. “Oh,” she breathes out.
“This fucking skirt is driving me crazy, baby. Tell me what you have on underneath.” Running my hand up her thigh, I lift her skirt higher and higher, but not high enough to answer my own question. I want to hear it from her mouth.
“Um, th-that black lacy thong you like,” she pants out, and as my hand travels up, I find that her stockings arethigh-highs, so my fingertips meet her smooth skin. Her head whips back to rest on my shoulder when I run a finger from her entrance to her clit over the already soaked material.
The doorbell rings, and she straightens as if the kids can see her through the solid wood door.
Fuck.
If it’s not my dog trying to cock block me, it’s other people’s kids? Doesn’t seem fair.
Alice
When Gabriel got back with a sleeping Cecilia in his arms, he seemed to be in a far better mood, though he did grind his teeth when a man’s booming laughter came from next door.
Arthur and I rushed out of there, both because we didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever mood Gabe’s in and because we really,reallyneeded to get home. And naked.
He makes the twenty-minute drive in fifteen and rushes to let Luther out into his dog run while I run upstairs to wash off my black lipstick. I whip my shirt off as soon as I get into our bedroom, about to push my skirt down when his voice stops me.
“Don’t you dare.” His dark gaze is locked on my hands at my waist. “Leave that skirt on. You’re going to give me your first orgasm while you’re still wearing it.”
I whimper, and in three long strides he’s standing in front of me, his own shirt coming off in a swift, one-handed move. He didn’t have a costume tonight. He’s saving it for the Halloween party we’re going to at Beau’s tomorrow. His pants and underwear come off next, and then he’s standing in front of me completely naked. It’s a sight I’ll never tire of.
“Sit on the bed for me, baby.” His voice is equal parts gentle and commanding, and I waste no time doing as he says, “Bra off.” My hands move of their own accord. He kneels in front of me, pushing my knees apart. “Lay back.”
Like he did earlier, he smooths his hands along my thighs, pushing up my skirt. He hums his approval, no doubt seeing how wet I already am. Have been. The ripping sound registers at the same time as cool air hits my slick center.He tore my thong.
“Hey,” I protest. “I liked tho—oh. Oh!”
I lose all train of thought when he flicks my clit with his tongue, then sucks it into his mouth. Hard. He chuckles, and the sound with the vibrations have me nearly coming already. His answering hum as I push myself against his mouth makes me arch my back, my hands finding my hardened nipples.
“That’s it, tesouro. Play with those perfect tits and come for me.” He sucks my clit again, three times in quick succession, and I free-fall right off the cliff I’ve been on the edge of since he touched me earlier tonight.
As I’m coming down, still panting, there’s another rip as he obliterates my thong and tosses it across the room. I groan, and he lifts me until my head lands gently on my pillow. When he kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips, I tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to me and kissing him with everything I have.
We pull away, breathless, and his eyes meet mine. “Do you want soft and slow, or hard and fast?”
“Yes,” I whimper in response as the tip of his cock meets my still-sensitive clit.
He lines himself up and thrusts inside in one slow, methodical movement that has me gasping for air. Again and again, he repeats the measured movement, eyes never leaving mine.
“I love you,” he whispers so low I almost don’t hear it. But I do. I always hear him because his I love you’s are in every touch, every kiss, every single thing he does.
“I love you,” I answer on a moan. And that’s enough for him to give me what he knows I want. He pushes in hard, keeping his thrusts long and deep, and it takes no more than a minute before I’m screaming his name, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
With his eyes locked with mine, he comes on a groan so deep, I feel it in every bone in my body. Then he releases his weight onto me, letting me have all of it with his face buried in the crook of my neck, and I run my nails up and down his back.
“Fuck, baby. I wanted you to come one more time, but the way your pussy grips me is so fucking good I couldn’t hold back.” At his words, I swivel my hips, still somehow so turned on and ready for more. This is what he does to me. What him talking to me like this does. Or it’s the hormones. I’m not sure. “You wanna come again, Alice?”
The “yes” that comes out too loudly is entirely involuntary.
“Good,” he says, lifting himself off me before pulling out and making me whimper. But then his fingers are there, pushing inside. “Fuck, I love the way my cum looks dripping out of your pussy.” I clench around his fingers just before he pulls them out, gathering his release and pushing it back inside me. “One day soon, we’re gonna make a baby, and I can’t wait to?—”
“We already did,” I pant, mentally cussing myself out for not waiting for a better moment. But then again, this is what he’s always done to me. He makes me lose all sense, all thought. I just found out this morning, and it’s been so hard to keep it from him. After I came off birth control a few months ago, we promised not to put any pressure on ourselves, but every month I’ve taken a test. And finally, today, I saw the little plus sign.
“What did you say?” He pauses, fingers still inside me.
“We made a baby. I’m pregnant.” I make sure to look into his eyes when I say it, and when I do, he curls his fingers, causing me to moan.
