Her cheeks dimple as she grins up at me. “Did you need something?” she asks again. “You called for me.”
“I’m going into town for a bit to pick up some things. Do you and the baby need anything?”
“Just you to safely return.” I swear, that smile makes my heart race every time. “And maybe some mustard. I’ve been craving it with my ice cream.”
“I thought pregnant women wanted pickles with their ice cream.”
Emily shrugs. “Well, the baby wants mustard this week. So, some mustard, maybe some rocky road, a bit of salt, and some Nerds.”
My stomach churns at her order. “Please tell me that’s not all for the same meal.”
Her hands reach for my belt, and I watch with excitement as she deftly unbuckles it. “They’re for dessert. The meal comes before.”
“Emily … I have to get to the store before it closes …”
The striking blue of her eyes peeks at me from beneath her lashes as she looks up at me. “I’ll make it quick.”
When she pulls my hard cock out of my slacks, it throbs in her touch. Her soft, pink tongue laps at the tip before she settles on her knees in front of me and starts to suck.
Dear God in Heaven, I’ve needed this. Em’s been standoffish in the bedroom lately. Watching Matt fuck around every day has riled me up, and I haven’t had an outlet. I dig my fingers in her curls and thrust into her mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm. Emily hums around me and gazes up as a thin stream of drool slides down her chin.
Then something happens … a change in my vision. In the briefest of flashes, I see Matt’s face in those blue eyes, not Emily. The image disappears as quickly as it appeared, but it was there all the same.
Not again.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the sensations Emily’s giving me. If I just listen to her moans, smell her perfume, feel her lips … her throat …
The increased focus helps me along, and I finally come with Emily’s face on my mind.
As it should be.
I help her back to her feet and wipe my spilled seed from her chin with the towel. She flashes her beautiful smile, and suddenly I can’t be without her. Not for even one minute.
“Come to the store with me. We can pick out whatever you’re craving.”
Emily pouts. “I don’t want to do all that walking. My feet hurt.”
“I’ll carry you if I have to.” I grin playfully at her. “Maybe I can put you in the cart. You’re small; you’d fit.”
She swats at my arm, but after a bit of back and forth she agrees to go.
Something nags at the back of my mind as we shop, but I can’t figure out what’s bothering me. It’s like I forgot something important. All I can think about, though, is Emily and her smile as she drags me down the aisles, putting the most disgusting combinations of food in the cart for later.
She’s so fucking beautiful. So exuberant, so full of joy. How could I have let Matt’s face slip into my consciousness while those gorgeous red lips were around my cock? I swear, I must be losing it.
Too much work on the brain.
Forcing Matt and his dilemma from my mind, I follow my wife through the store. She adds some larger items to the cart, more kitchen appliances that we really don’t need, but I gladly pay for it all at the register. No complaints.
Whatever she wants.
On the drive home, Emily chatters on about the baby, pushing me to help her pick a name.
“We’ve got time, Em. The name will come to us when it comes to us. Don’t worry so much.”
“But Aron, you were raised Catholic,” she argues. “I know you’ll want her baptized as soon as we can. We need a name for that.”
Silly girl. “And we have time. Calm down.” I reach out to stroke her hair at the next stop light. “Listen, tell you what: We’ll work on it while I’m off duty. We’ll get all those name books you made me buy, and we’ll pick the perfect name for her.”
