He helps me out of my clothes and groans when he sees my breasts. They're heavier, the nipples and aureoles darker.
He suckles softly. I all but come off the bed.
“Sensitive?” He blows on a nipple. It hardens almost painfully.
“Yes.”
“I can’t wait to see our baby drink from here.” I have no idea why that sounds so hot, but it does.
He palms the heavy globes, kneading, suckling. “I need to taste you,” he murmurs against a wet nipple.
I’m so ready to come, and I know the minute he puts his mouth on me, I will explode. And I cannot wait.
His fingers brush against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I moan, arching my back, my hands gripping the sheets as his tongue flicks against me, teasing me, driving me insane.
“Nick,” I gasp, my hips grinding against his face, wanting more.
He gives it to me, his tongue pressing harder, lapping at me, fucking me with it. I’m squirming, whimpering, my fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there as he eats me out.
“You taste so good,” he growls against me, his breath hot, his lips sucking on my clit, making me cry out.
He slides two fingers inside me, curling, finding that spot that makes me see stars, and I come, my whole body shaking, my thighs clamping around his head as he milks every last drop of pleasure from me.
He stands and takes off his boxers. I look at his erection and lick my lips.
His eyes glaze over with excitement. “You want to taste, baby?”
I nod.
“Next time,” he promises. “This time I want to fuck you into the mattress.”
Nick was my first lover who talked dirty, and it turned me on something fierce. It surprised me how much I like his sexy voice telling me what he wants to do to me, what he wants me to do to him.
He climbs up my body, his cock brushing against my thigh, leaving a wet trail.
He kisses me as he settles atop me, keeping his weight on his forearms and up off of my belly.
I can taste myself on his lips, salty and sweet, and it’s erotic.
“I need you,” he growls, his voice rough.
He rises and grips my hips, lifting them slightly to accommodate my belly.
My breath comes in short gasps, my body still trembling from my orgasm.
He lines himself up, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I’m so wet, so ready for him.
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me, and I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He’s thick,so thick, and it’s almost too much, the way he stretches me, the way he fills me.
He pauses, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “You feel…God, you feel amazing. Like…home.”
“Move,” I beg, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He does, his hips rolling, his cock sliding in and out of me, slow and deep. My hips meet his, thrust for thrust, with the bed creaking beneath us.
