Page 81 of While We Waited

She lifts her arms slowly and I don’t waste any time bunching her sweater together and removing it.

She’s a vision on my bed with her long brown hair spread out over my pillow and her body covered only in herpink panties and bra. Her breasts are practically spilling out of her bra. Her stomach where our baby is growing is obviously noticeable. I place my hand on it.

“You’re beautiful.”

“I’m not b—”

“No. You are beautiful to me. I hope our daughter looks like you.”

“What if Sprog’s a boy?”

“I’ll love the baby no matter what.”

Her smile is wistful. “Me, too.”

As much as I enjoy watching her become wistful over our child, my cock reminds me I have other matters to attend to. I toy with the waistband of her panties. She shivers in response and spreads her legs.

“Something you want?”

“Yep.” She nods.

“Which is?”

“You know what I want.”

“My mouth?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Yes, please.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I’ve been dying to taste her again since the first night we spent together. Is her taste as sweet as I remember? Will she make those little moans and sighs the way she did last time? Will she scream when she comes apart?

Time to find out.

I draw her panties down her legs and throw them on the floor. I guide my hands up her legs and watch goosebumps form in my wake. She can’t hide her reaction to me.

“Widen your legs.”

She doesn’t hesitate. I fucking love how eager she is.

I grasp her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her. I glide my nose along her lips and inhale. The scent of wildflowers fills my senses. I will never look at wildflowers the same again.

Her hands clutch my hair and she pushes her core toward my face. I chuckle at my impatient woman.

I spread her lips with my fingers and find her clit with my tongue. I rub circles around it until her fingernails dig into my head. Only then do I suck her clit into my mouth.

“Yes,” she hisses. “More.”

If she wants more, she gets more. Whatever my sunshine wants, I will move the earth to get for her. All she has to do is ask. Or beg.

I circle her pussy with my finger.

“Yes.”

I reward her by inching my finger inside her. I groan at how hot and wet she is. She’s dripping for me and I’ve barely touched her.

I pump one finger in and out of her while I play with her clit with my mouth.

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