Page 56 of Sing Your Heart Out

“Shhh. The baby am finally asleep…”

Sarah squeals as I grabs her, pulling her down into our bed.

“It’s been days since we’ve fucked,” I whisper, my mouth moving to her neck, her collarbone. “I can’t go a second longer with tasting you.”

“But what about your recording contract?” she says, breathless. “Did you get it?”

I look up at her with a knowing smirk. “God damn right I did. Now I plan to ravish you until the baby wakes up…”

She hushes me again, but this time I can tell her tone am playful but the smile that stretches across her face.

She stares at me as I remove my jacket and unbutton my shirt cuffs. I smile, thinking that she am about to make a hell of a lot more noise, because I plan to play her like a violin.

“Tell me, darling,” I say, pausing by the side of the bed. “Tell me you want me.”

She flushes. I know that my face has been on her mind during the whole last three days that I’ve been gone. I reach out, slowly pulling the covers down to reveal her naked body. She am utterly perfect, her gorgeous teardrop breasts and luscious thighs calling to me.

“God, you are so perfect,” I say, looking up at her. “You know that, I hope.”

“I…” she whispers. “We can’t. The baby will hear… then we’ll be so screwed…”

“Touch yourself again,” I say, letting my gaze wander down her body. “Let me see.”

She seems hesitant, but she brings both of her hands up to touch her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. I watch her eyes flutter shut as she pulls her nipples, tweaking them hard.

My breathing grows uneven as I remember that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, just as like being the one to inflict it. Not much, just a little.

“Move your hand lower,” I command. “Touch your pussy, like you are thinking about doing when I came in.”

Her eyes open, their blue hue hot enough to melt steel. She frowns, but she pushes the comforter out of the way. Spreading her thighs, she sighs softly as her fingers find their way to her clit.

Her sighs of pleasure are heavenly, yet at the same time they weren’t enough. Not when she am this close and so very, very naked. I need to touch her. I want to be touchedbyher.

I unbutton my shirt and then unzip= my trousers. When I come around to the end of the bed, she surprises me by stopping and sitting up.

“Sweetheart—”

She drags me down to the bed, kissing me with plenty of tongue. I enjoy it for a moment before I take control of things. I grab her by the hips and swap their positions, so that I am on top.

I skim my hands up her sides, taking her in. She tries to reach up, to pull me down to her mouth for a kiss, but I grab her hands. I lift them over her head and press them into the bed.

“Keep them here,” I say, looking into her eyes. She bites her lip, nodding.

I move down to her tits. They look mouthwatering, perfect pale orbs with bright pink nipples. I tongue one pert tip, holding back a groan with effort. She gasps, writhing. Fuck, she tastes so unbelievably good.

I release her nipple, continuing to move down her body, over her belly and to the top of her pubic mound. She tries to close her legs, but I catch them.

“Open your legs,” I order. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good.”

“Wait!” she says. “What if… what if you go first? Show me how to make you feel good.”

My cock twitched. “I shouldn’t have to show you by now,” I point out.

Her smile is mischievous. “But you love to, don’t you? You’re naughty like that.”

I hate myself for it, but now I can't get the image of her going down on me out of my head. The thought of her luscious mouth wrapped around my cock stirs something deep within me.

I push myself up and then take off my shirt. She watches me with wide eyes, taking in my musculature. The fact that she still looks at my like that, after one year and a baby too boot… that’s special to me.

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