She laughed quietly. “You mean an ultrasound?”
“Yes! That.”
She bit down on her lower lip, and I couldn’t resist any longer. Our mouths collided, my tongue mingling with hers before I pulled back just enough to bite down on the supple lip myself.
Her fingers tugged at the waistband of my jeans, and with one hand, I circled my fingers around both her wrists.
“Not before that pussy sits on my face.”
She writhed against my grip and let out a whimpering moan.
My cock strained at that beautiful little sound, and I practically ripped the zipper out of her jeans and yanked them down her hips. I stood back for a moment as she pulled her sweater over her head to reveal a sheer lace light blue bra and a matching pair of panties.
Running a mindless hand over her stomach, she looked up to me, and my chest felt full, like my eyes could spill over with tears again at any moment. Nothing about Winnie looked all that different and if I didn’t know to look, I’d never notice, but there was just the slightest rise to her stomach.
I stepped forward and sank to my knees.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as I wrapped my arms around her hips and nuzzled into her stomach. “You are perfect,” I whispered to Winnie and the tiny magic inside her belly.
She ran a hand through my hair, and I loved everything about this moment. Kneeling in front of this woman as she looked down at me. I’d never been religious, but this moment was as close as I’d ever come to believing in a higher power.
I wanted to toss Winnie over my shoulder and fuck her until this bed broke, but a warring part of me wanted this to be slow and steady and never-ending.
Dragging my nose down her belly, I breathed in the scent of her waiting and ready and already soaked through her delicate panties.
She let me undress her as I tugged down on that pretty lace until it pooled at her feet. I sat back on the floor and pulled her down on top of me.
“Sit on my face, baby girl,” I said, my voice rasping in my throat.
She blinked for a moment, the slightest panic flashing in her eyes as her bare pussy straddled my hips.
I thrusted upward so that the hard ridge of my jeans would brush her eager clit. “Winnie, I said sit on my fucking face.”
She threw her head back with a whine as she tried to humpback, but I was already reaching under her thighs and pulling her up my body as she rocked forward and braced herself on the floor just above my head.
Her glistening seam was right there hovering above my lips. All I had to do was drag my tongue along that slit and take it, but I could feel her body tensing, unwilling to settle on me.
“Why sit on Santa’s lap when you could sit on his face?” I asked.
A giggle hiccupped in her chest as her cheeks flushed.
With a growl, I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her to me, my mouth hungry and ready as I devoured her.
“F-fuck,” she said with a grunt. “I’ve missed this.” She moaned so deeply, it vibrated against my tongue. “So much.”
With her fully settled, I used my hands to open her even wider for me. With my thumb, I found the sensitive nub of her clit, pink and pouting and ready.
She leaned into me even more, removing her hands from the floor and digging her fingers into my hair, pulling hard enough that I almost came in my goddamn pants like this was some sort of teenage wet dream.
I moved my mouth to the side and away from her pussy just long enough to say, “Use me, Winnie. Ride my fucking face.”
She looked down to me, a wild light in her eyes before tilting her head back and riding my tongue as I furiously circled her clit.
“I’m close,” she said through a gasp.
With my one free hand, I swiped my fingers through her dripping wet cunt and reached up to slide two fingers into her open, moaning mouth.
“You taste so good,” I told her. “You taste so good, baby.”
