Page 108 of Heartless

“We need to get the nursery together in the spare room. I don’t think it’s ever too soon to start doing that. The furniture wepicked out is on back order, but they promised to have it before three months from now. So, maybe we should start painting and preparing the room in other ways.”

“I like that idea. I can pick up some paint tomorrow and work on it throughout the week after work.”

She nods. “I’d like to be here.”

“You know that’s not recommended. How about I finish it off and pick you up on Friday so that you can see the finished product?”

“That works.”

Meadow lifts her arms and wraps them around my neck. “But I need more.”

“More what?”

“More of you. More love. More time together. I need my husband back in my life. I need to connect with you again, Onyx. In a deeper way.”

Wait. She’s saying more than I imagined.

I draw closer to her as she spreads her legs on the massage table that I set up in one of our other guest rooms for her. Slowly, I lower my head, hoping that she doesn’t freak out on me.

When my lips press against my wife’s, it feels like coming home. MJ opens her mouth to me and welcomes me in without reservation. Our kiss is slow and halting at first as we familiarize ourselves with each other’s taste again.

I latch my fingers into her hair, releasing the ponytail that she’s wearing. Gently, I massage her scalp as I lick around the inside of her mouth. When we pull back from pressing our lips together in a firm kiss, she stares into my eyes, asking for what she needs, but without words.

My hands slowly drop to her shoulders, dragging down her arms before I remove the towel that’s wrapped around her.

It’s been two months since we agreed to work on our marriage again, and I’ve yearned for her every day before andsince that time. My eyes take their time feasting on the changes in her body; the heavier breasts, the subtle increasing curve of her hips, the spread of her thighs, and her protruding belly.

That’s the only part of her body that I’ve seen since we’ve been working on getting back together. She lifts her shirt for me quite often as I talk to the baby or kiss her belly.

We’ve opted not to know the gender of our baby and just to be surprised at birth. My hands smooth over the roundness of her stomach, where she’s carrying our seed before I place a kiss there.

Lifting MJ’s legs back onto the table, I help her turn around so that she lies on her back. My hands grip her thighs firmly, spreading them apart before I tug her toward the end of the table.

My thumb rubs her clitoris in circles, and I stare up at her in awe as her eyelids grow heavy. This beautiful woman has sacrificed so much to carry my seed in her body. The changing shape of her body inside and out, the fullness of her face, and her intolerance for certain smells, observing all of these changes in her brings me great delight.

Although we’re not the same as we were before, she appears happier than she’s ever been. MJ utilizes exercise to help her moderate her anxiety and panic attacks whenever they threaten to come on.

Her ass and hips rise off the massage table as I slip a finger inside of her, slowly working it in and out. A soft breath falls from her full, puckered lips when I add a second finger.

With my free hand, I pull my dick out of my pants and work it over as I scissor her pussy. The suction sounds from her wetness grows louder and louder as she begins to pant.

I pull my fingers free and suck them while continuing to jerk my dick. Sliding my fingers back inside of her, I allow her towork her hips in circles and then slide up and down the bed, enjoying the pulsing of my fingers inside of her.

It’s more than I can take, and it’s been so long since I’ve tasted my wife that I forget about my pleasure and attend to hers alone. Spreading her legs flat on the table, I lean close and slide my nose against her pussy lips.

“Onyx,” she breathes, reaching for my hair.

I draw closer, burying my nose against her, and my lips lock around her while my tongue savors her nectar. My hand fists my dick, and I slide it up and down my shaft, alternating, squeezing and releasing.

“Onyx,” she cries out again and this time locking her fingers in my hair.

MJ pumps her hips, rocking up and down on my lips and tongue, coating me with her essence. I suck and suck until she’s mewling and rocking from side to side on the table.

Her legs lock tightly around me as she scoots further to the edge of the table. My free hand lifts her ass from the table, and I suck at her clitoris, dragging my tongue down from her pussy to her ass.

“Shit!” she screams, bucking up and down.

Pressing my tongue deep into the groove of her ass, I suck, twirl, and feast on her ass.

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