I squeeze her tits together, sucking one nipple then the other, as her hand keeps twitching between my legs. I step back so I can get another look at her, my balls tight and full, aching with the need for release.
She’s pulled her tights up over her hips. When I grab them, she guides her hands to mine, looking at me with a gleam of heat in her eyes.
“Would you prefer to have the lights off?” she says quietly.
“You walked in here sexy as hell, Ava,knowingI’d find you irresistible. Don’t play games with me now.”
“I’ve got… marks I didn’t have before.”
“And I told you,” I growl, peeling her tights down. “Every curve.” I pull them down more and more. “Every inch.”
She gasps, the sound going straight to my leaking cock, as I reveal her still fresh stretch marks. I lean down, gently kissing her stomach and hips. She runs her fingers through my hair, moaning in a mixture of need and disbelief, like she can’t accept how badly I still desire her.
I grip her hips and guide her to the bed, gently pushing her down.
“I’ve fucking dreamed of tasting you every damn night,” I snarl, falling to my knees at the edge of the bed.
She leans up on her elbows, whimpering as she looks down at me.
“I’ve missed your creamy, juicy pussy more than you can know,” I groan, peeling her tights off the rest of the way. She points her toes, letting me pull them over her feet. “Oh,fuck, Ava, you’re already wet for me. Your underwear has spots on it.”
She wriggles against the bed, nodding, staring down at me with those wide, gorgeous eyes.
I slide up her body, kissing her stomach and her hips, the marks covering them… signs of what we made, what we shared. She shivers with each kiss. At the same time, I reach between us and grip her underwear. Sliding back down her body, I peel her underwear off, dropping it and then just staring at her pussy.
She whimpers, as if she’s worried I’m somehow not going to like what I see. Her clit inflamed, her entrance glimmering in a way that has my mouth watering.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You look delicious.”
I kiss up her leg, her tangy scent drawing me closer. When my mouth gets to her center, her legs shake. She shifts as if to moveup the bed. I smooth my hand between her and the bed, seizing her ass with one hand, holding her still.
With my other hand, I circle her entrance, not pushing in, not yet, as I kiss and lick her clit and folds. The noises she makes are addictive, my cock growing harder, aching as I take her clit in my mouth, sucking it and pushing my tongue against it to hear her moan.
I suck her clit harder, then push my finger against her slit, feeling her part for me, her tunnel squeezing around me. I force myself to go slowly. Like she said, she was pregnant two months ago.
I’ll have to tame the beast inside me. Force myself to calm down so I don’t finger-fuck her like that first night, where her pussy made wet encouraging noises as if begging me to fuck her harder.
There’s a different kind of pleasure in this. I can feel every twitch in her tunnel, hear every change in her breath as she approaches her release as I lap my tongue against her nub, curl my finger inside her to stroke the spot deep inside.
When her moans turn breathy, I look up. She’s staring down, eyes glistening like she’s going to cry in pleasure. Her hips buck against my face as the orgasm rises inside of her.
I finger her harder, just a little, just enough, lapping her clit fast and greedily at the same time.
She finally breaks for me, her hips going into overdrive, grinding against my face, smearing her wetness everywhere. I lick her through the explosion, loving the way she tries to fight her moans. She knows we have to be quiet. It adds an illicit thrill to it that I never thought I’d feel.
Once she’s done, I stand up, tearing at my clothes. She lies there naked, glistening with sweat, her inner thighs shining with her release.
When I tear my pants off, I stand in front of her naked. My cock is pointing almost directly up, rock hard, flooded with hunger as veins stand out against it. She licks her lips, meeting my eyes with that same daring glint of excitement I remember so well.
“How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” I snarl. “So curvy. So luscious. Soperfect.”
She sits up, her body shifting, breasts bouncing, curves dancing for me. Reaching forward, she wraps her hand around my base, stroking it up and down as she brings her mouth to my head.
“You don’t have to?—”
“Are you going to say no, huh?” she taunts.
Hell no.
