“Absolutely fucking perfect. I’ll take my breakfast with a side of lap dancing any day.”
She giggles, and it quickly turns to pants as I methodically circle her clit with my tongue as I work one then two fingers into her entrance, slowly fucking her with them as I swirl and flick her clit.
“Well it’s not really a lap dance if I didn’t know you were there.” She gasps as I swap my fingers and tongue, fucking her opening while I quickly strum her clit with two fingers. “And I didn’t even sit on your lap.” She finishes with the buck of her hips as she climbs closer to her climax.
“Don’t worry, my Little Devil. After I lap at this sweet pussy and make you come all over my face, then you can sit on my lap and rub your soaked needy cunt all over my cock, soaking him too, getting him nice and ready for me to fill you to the hilt.”
Her breath is coming out in short gasps, like I’ve knocked the wind out of her, and I slow down, staving off her orgasm for a little longer.
“Raf, please,” she whines as she starts to roll her hips to meet the long flat of my tongue as I run it from her back hole to her clit, flicking on each of her holes with each pass.
I chuckle against her wet heat, and she moans even louder.
“You just look so fucking sexy carrying my babies in your belly and wearing my shirt with nothing but a scrap of lace. There’s nothing I want to do more than claim you as mine. Over and over.”
And I do, driving my fingers and tongue into her until she comes on a scream. I let her catch her breath, eyes closed, hand over her heaving chest. I stand quickly and drop my sweats. Then I step back in between her open thighs, the evidence of making her my entrée glistening on her bare cunt and innerthighs. I lean over, putting my face over hers, stroking her cheek softly. She opens her eyes then, her glazed moss-green pupils blown wide in post-orgasm bliss. She beams up at me lazily, the peacefulness that paints her features so stunning, like none of the worries I know that plague her exist.
“You ready to give me that lap dance now, little mama?” I murmur as I quickly unbutton the front of my shirt and push it off her shoulders as I bring her to sitting. I bend my head and wrap my lips around each of her stiff nipples, sucking hard enough to have her heaving a sharp intake of breath. They’re even more sensitive now. The sharp bite of pain spurs her on, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my body and pushes her feet into my ass to bring my cock closer to where she wants it. I grip her hips firmly, anchoring myself to her and this moment as tingles erupt all over my skin at the soft brush of her fingertips down my bare chest.
“Gotta get them all in before this belly is too big,” she laughs breathily as I knead the flesh on her hips letting her take control. She bites her lip as she grabs my heavy cock and runs it through her folds before firmly swirling the engorged head around her swollen bud. We both moan, and I can feel my control slipping away.
“I’ll take my lap dances from you any way I can get them, baby.”
“So take it, Raf. Take it how you want it.”
I don’t hesitate. The rough squeeze of the globes of her ass is the only warning I give as I lift her and piston myself into her repeatedly. She holds on tight, buries her face in my neck, kissing and nipping at any bit of skin she can mark. Her pussy tightens around me and I stiffen completely, my cock throbbing as she spasms around me, triggering my orgasm which zips up my spine and rips through me with a ferocity I don’t expect. We cling to each other until we’ve both caught our breath, andI pull back to look down at her, realizing the rise and fall of her shoulders look a lot like she’s trying to stifle sobs.
“Angel, what’s the matter?” I say, alarmed, gripping her chin with my thumb and forefinger to lift her farce to mine.
“I-I-I…I don’t know! I think it’s just all the hormones,” she says, half laughing, half crying.
She looks sad, but there’s also fear in her eyes, and not for the first time I worry that something is going on that she hasn’t told me about.
“What if I’m not a good mom?” She sniffs. “What if something bad happens?”
“Sweetheart, you’re already the best mom to these babies. I don’t want you to think about any of that shit ever. Only good things, yeah.”
She nods. I lick away her tears, which makes her giggle.
“Tell me something good,” she says.
“I can’t wait to walk into this kitchen and hear our children squealing and my wife’s laughter. It’s the ultimate dream.”
“I love you, Raf.”
“I love you too, angel,” I say kissing her nose. “Come on, let’s uh, disinfect the bench, shower, and then I’ll help you finish up preparing for dinner,” I say as I lift her from the bench and set her feet back on the ground.
She presses her front to mine and looks up at me through wet lashes, giving me a devious smile.
“Lucky you had the good sense to take your breakfast as far as possible from my ingredients. Otherwise I would have had to kill you. I’ve been working on those recipes all morning.”
“I know, I watched you getting your chef on with your booty wiggle before I made a meal of you,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.
“You have impeccable table manners.”
“Only the very best for you, Mama,” I say as I heave her into my arms and carry her to the shower.
EPILOGUE TWO
