Her head fell back when I teased the material aside, dragging my fingers through her slick slit before rubbing maddeningly slow circles around her clit that brought her pleasure but wouldn’t be enough to get her off.
“Gio.” My name fell from her lips like a prayer.
With my free hand, I tugged down the lace cup of her bra, exposing one breast. Damn, was it my imagination, or were they getting bigger by the day?
Testing the weight of it, I groaned. Definitely heavier.
Mesmerized, I couldn’t tear my gaze away, as my thumb brushed over the stiff peak. Her nipples had gotten larger and darker too.
“I fucking love your tits now that you’re pregnant. They’re so full and overflowing my hands.”
Ducking down, I pulled the one I’d been toying with into my mouth. Rory’s fingers weaved through my hair, holding me to her breast and silently begging for more. Releasing the taut bud with a loud pop, I peeked up to find her staring down at me, her blue eyes clouded over with lust.
Using the tip of my tongue, I traced around her areola. “I can’t wait to drink from these when your milk comes in.”
Shocked by my words, my wife gasped loudly.
“Tell me you want that too,” I commanded. “Tell me you want me to drain these tits every day for so long as your supply lasts.”
Not breaking eye contact, she hissed, “Yes.”
I rewarded her by shoving two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right so that she let out a throaty groan, her hips bucking against my hand, frantically in search of release.
“Gio, I need—”
“I know, baby,” I cooed against her skin.
But instead of giving her more, I pulled out of her warmth.
Rory whined in protest, panic that I was about to leave her hanging filling her brilliant blue eyes. Perhaps as a punishment for going out of her way to make us late tonight. It certainly wouldn’t have been the first time I used orgasm denial as a form of discipline.
Luckily for her, that wasn’t my plan tonight.
Anchoring my hold on her hips, I lifted her onto the vanity, not giving a fuck when beauty products clattered to the floor around us. Glass shattering registered through my muted hearing, and then the intoxicating scent of my wife’s perfume permeated the air, thick enough to choke on, but all it did was make me even harder, my cock leaking in my slacks.
I dropped to my knees, pushing her thighs wide. The only thing blocking my view of paradise was a tiny triangle of black lace.
“Hope you have another pair of these,” I remarked, not giving any more warning before ripping the fabric from her body to reveal her glistening pussy.
“Gio!” she cried, but her outrage quickly vanished when my tongue dragged through her soaked folds.
My eyes about damn near rolled into the back of my head at the first taste of her. If I were on death row and offered a last meal, I would ask to eat Rory’s cunt. It was my favorite fucking thing in this world. No question.
I propped her heels onto the edge of the counter, opening her up even wider before burying my face between her legs. Her arousal clung to my skin, leaking down my chin to soak into the fabric of my shirt.
Rory whined from above when all I gave her were long, slow licks, intent on savoring the experience, because the truth was, if tonight took a turn, it might be the last time I got the chance to enjoy it.
When it became clear I would never get my fill, I gave her what she needed, circling her clit with the hard point of my tongue. Her sigh floated toward the ceiling, chased by moans as I upped the pace.
My cock pressed insistently against my fly, desperate to get in on the action, but I knew if I gave in to temptation, I would abandon this evening’s plans, electing to fuck my wife intooblivion instead. That didn’t mean I had to deprive myself of a release, though. In fact, a little post-nut clarity might actually prove to be an advantage when walking into a situation that required my mind to be at its sharpest, with our survival on the line.
Undoing my belt, I wrenched down my fly, releasing my aching length. Giving it a firm squeeze, I groaned, the pressure in my balls already nearing the point of no return. Then nails raked a path against my scalp, and the sharp sting almost threw me over the edge. Nothing got me off quite like a bit of pain added to my pleasure, something my wife was acutely aware of.
I growled against her slick flesh, adding my fingers to the mix, pumping in and out of her tight heat while I tugged violently on my dick. It would be a race to see who finished first, and at this rate—plunged face-first into nirvana, a punishing grip on my shaft—I’d lay good odds that I would find myself decorating the tile floor with my cum before Rory soaked me with her release.
“Fuck. Don’t stop,” Rory all but sobbed.
Doubling my efforts, I gave her everything I had, clenching all my muscles to keep from coming.
