I take my time undressing her.
The nightgown first, peeling it up over her head, revealing her full, lush breasts, the dark nipples already tight with arousal. My mouth waters. I palm one, then the other, my thumbs brushing over the peaks, drawing out a whimper from her lips.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, bending to take a nipple between my lips. She arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lick, suck, bite just enough to make her gasp. The taste of her skin, salt and warmth and woman, goes straight to my cock, which is already painfully hard, straining against my pants.
But this isn’t about me. Not right now.
I slide lower, pressing kisses to her belly, my hands spanning the width of her. The baby shifts beneath my palms, a little roll, a press of something small and perfect. My breath stutters.
“She knows you,” Samantha whispers, her voice trembling.
I look up at her, my hands still cradling her stomach. “She knows us.”
Then I’m kissing lower, my lips trailing over the soft skin of her thighs, nudging them apart. The scent of her hits me. She's musky, rich, wet. I groan, my control fraying.
“Such a beautiful little pussy, Samantha,” I growl, my breath hot against her. I drag my tongue through her folds, slow, deliberate, and she jerks, her hips lifting off the rug.
“Nick!”
I lick her again, this time focusing on her clit, swirling my tongue around the tight bundle of nerves. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my chin, and I growl against her, the vibration making her whimper.
“So wet and ready for me,” I praise, my fingers digging into her thighs, holding her open. “Can you come for me, baby?”
She nods frantically, her hands fisting in my hair. “Please…”
I chuckle darkly, then dive in.
I lose myself in her, hungry for every sound she makes.
My tongue spears into her, fucking her in deep, slow strokes while my thumb circles her clit. She’s writhing beneath me, her moans filling the room, her thighs trembling. I hum against her, the sound making her clench around my tongue, and then I suck her clit between my lips, applying just the right pressure…
“Nick!”
She comes with a cry, her back arching, her pussy flooding my mouth with her release. I drink her down. I slowly lick her through her release, even though my cock throbs with the need to be inside her.
But not yet.
I pull back and look at her. She’s flushed, hair a mess, lips bitten red. She’s perfect.
“Again,” I command, my voice rough. “Come for me again, darlin’.”
She whines, but I don’t give her a choice. I drag two fingers through her wetness, then push them inside her, curling them just right. Her walls clamp down around me, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Take what I give you.”
I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her, my thumb still working her clit in tight circles. She’s so tight, so hot, herinner walls fluttering around my fingers as I fuck her with them, my free hand gripping her hip to hold her still.
“Nick, please.”
“Not yet,” I say, my mouth finding her thigh, biting down just enough to make her jerk. “You come first. Always.”
And then she’s there, her body locking up, her cry muffled against her own hand as she comes again, her release soaking my fingers, her thighs shaking.
I pull my fingers free, bringing them to my mouth. Her eyes are glazed as she watches me lick them clean, her taste exploding on my tongue.
“Delicious,” I whisper.
Then I’m on my feet, scooping her up into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, her forehead pressing to mine.
