I moved to the bottom of the dress and started working my way up. “I need to see all of you right now,” I said, kissing her inner thigh as I worked.
Eventually we met in the middle, and I peeled back both sides of her dress to reveal one of her fancy open-in-the-front bras. Yay. I popped that open and revealed my two most favorite breasts in the world.
I kissed and licked each of them, and got caught up in picturing them growing as the months went on—nipples darkening, filling with milk. My hard-on was threatening to rip through the thin basketball shorts I had thrown on.
I continued kissing my way down her body, stopping to give her soft, sexy belly extra attention before dragging her panties off and burying my face in her core. It might have been my imagination, but she even tasted sweeter here.
I plunged my tongue inside her, and she grabbed onto my ears, steering me like I was her own personal toy while grinding on my face. I alternated tongue-fucking her with long strokes that worked my way up to her clit. When I finally reached her sweet spot, I sucked it into my mouth, holding it there while flicking it with my tongue just the way I knew she liked.
Above me, she writhed around, crying out, “God yes, Chris. Just like that. Keep going, please.”
I plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy, curling them just right as I continued to work her with my mouth. Her words dissolved into high-pitched moans and gasps for air.
She tightened around my fingers before exploding into an absolute flood that drenched my hand and wrist. I looked up into her sated, flushed face and gently withdrew my fingers and licked them clean.
My clothes hit the floor before I sat down on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. Trixie pushed up against my chest, licking my lips to capture her own flavor before kissing me deeply. My girl understood the assignment and slid her hips back and forth, bathing my hard cock with her soaked pussy.
“Trix, please. Let me in,” I begged.
She tilted her hips just enough to notch my head inside of her and rotated those lush hips in circles, teasing me. I was desperate to get fully inside of her, panting. But she just kept me on the edge, swirling herself around me like she was swaying to the Siren’s Den stripper music.
“Please, please, please.” I was going to lose my mind.
Just when I couldn’t take another second, she pressed down and took me in fully. I closed my eyes in bliss. It was like coming home again. Every single time.
I pulled her in closer, tugging at the remains of her clothes and tossing them onto the floor. Then I planted my feet and began to thrust up into my wife.
I watched her head fall back, the long line of her throat exposed for me to suck on. “I can’t believe I put a baby inside of you.”
“I know. I can hardly believe it either,” she sighed as she rode me like the queen she was.
“There is going to be a piece of me inside of you for nine months,” I gritted the words out as I kept thrusting up into her, my pace going uneven as I inched closer to coming. “The thought of that makes me so fucking hard.”
“You keep making love to me like this, and I’ll let you do it again.”
“Fuck. Fuck, Trix. You can’t say shit like that to me.” I drove my cock into her even deeper.
“Why’s that, Kingman? You want to keep me barefoot and pregnant? Knocked up and full of you all the time?” She taunted as she ground down on me, giving as good as she was getting. “You want me full of your cum till it’s dripping out of me. Full of your babies all the time.”
That was all it took. As I felt my balls tighten up with my inevitable explosion, I reached down to rub her clit to make sure she was coming with me. She burst around me as I finally tipped over the edge and poured myself into her.
Trixie collapsed, her languid body draped over me like the world’s best blanket. We lay there together catching our breath. I lifted her hair off her neck so she could cool off and kissed her head.
“When do you think Baby Dracula will be here?”
Trixie laughed, and I could feel it from both the inside and out since I was still buried inside of her. “Oh my God, please don’t call our baby that.”
“We could go full Twilight. Combine our moms’ names. Rebecpril.”
“Apecca,” she giggled.
“What if it’s a boy?”
“Jesdger. Obviously.”
“I don’t know, I think Bridgsse has a nice ring to it.”
“I can’t.” She smiled and kissed my chest.
