Page 117 of The Tempted

She half moaned, half panted as my hands ripped apart her shirt. Pretty little buttons that glittered flew around my bathroom as the shirt fell off her shoulders. I tore my mouth from her neck to watch her shrug out of her shirt, reaching behind her eagerly to unclasp her bra. I pushed off the sink and palmed my cock through my pants. I watched her slip the black straps down her arms before letting the lace cups fall, freeing the most perfect set of tits I had laid eyes on.

They say a woman’s body changes after pregnancy, and it’s true by the looks of Adrianna her body had definitely changed. Her breasts were nearly twice the size I remembered them to be. They were once perky and her nipples were small but when she was turned on they’d bud just enough for me to suck on them. Now as I studied them, they were rounder, fuller, the dark skin around her nipples larger and her nipples so erect they looked like they could cut through glass. As I said, the most perfect set of tits I had ever laid eyes on.

I let out a guttural groan, trying to decide where I should put my hands and mouth first. I couldn’t wait to unravel the rest of her and discover the changes to the body of the woman I left behind. I was starting to think all sorts of things, namely Adrianna barefoot and pregnant would be a fantasy of mine from this point forward. If pregnancy had this effect on the rest of her body as it did on her tits then I wouldn’t mind her having a fleet of kids.

I got lost in my thoughts, distracted by my sick fantasies which made her question herself because she wrapped one arm around her breasts shielding them from me. I glanced up, my eyes finding uncertainty in her usually confident face.

I pushed her hand away from her chest and shook my head. “Don’t,” I demanded, hoisting her off the counter, my fingers dug into her ass as I searched her face.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“I’m not the same girl I was before.”

“You’re right,” I said, carrying her out of the bathroom. “You’re better, you’re a woman,” I dipped my head taking her mouth with mine and kissing her tenderly before depositing her onto my couch.

She stared at me, crooking her finger for me to come hither. I knelt next to the couch running my hands along the length of her body, back up the inside of her thighs. I slide the side zipper down her skirt and tug the fabric down her body, growling as she shimmied her hips helping me free her of the skirt. Her hips are wider, waist narrower, and faint lines mark her skin at the top of her lace thong. I bend my head running my tongue along the elastic of her panties, kissing the marks of her body before pulling the scrap of lace down with my teeth. I teased her letting her think I would put my mouth where she craved it most but I pulled away and grabbed her hands, pulling her to her feet. I wanted her on top of me, bouncing those tits of hers in my face as she grinds that pussy of hers over my rock hard cock. I wanted to lean back and watch her fall apart and then I wanted to take her there again and again. I sat down in the armchair by the window and pulled her onto my lap, grabbing her round ass as she rocked against my erection still sheathed by my clothing.

Adrianna was a sight, as she straddled me rocking her pussy against my jeans, desperate for the friction her movements would create. I held her full breasts in my palms, flicking my thumb over the tight bud that was begging for my mouth. I dipped my head taking her nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she humped my leg.

“Anthony…I need it,” she begged, as my tongue rounded her nipple before I gave it a good sucking. She threw her head back as my mouth closed over her other breast. “Oh Anthony,” she cried, as I buried my face between her tits, the five-o clock shadow I was sporting tickling her creamy white flesh, leaving slight abrasions along her soft skin.

“It’s been so long,” she panted as her eyes found mine.

“What do you want Reese’s?” I moaned, rolling her nipple between my fingers, giving the tip a tug.

“I need to come,” she whispered breathless. “Make me come,” she pleaded, wrapping one hand around my neck, palming my cock with the other.

I took her face in my hands, closed my mouth over hers, and fucked her mouth until she was pulling my hair frantically. I slid my hands down her sides to her hips where the string of lace rounded and hooked my fingers through and tugged them down her legs, stopping at her knees. I tore my mouth from hers and she slid off my lap to slide the panties down her legs, finally stepping out of them. She stood before me naked and I leaned back against the chair, taking her all in. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I didn’t know back then when I first had her how the fuck I got so lucky and I still didn’t all these years later. I did a lot of ugly things, things I’m not proud of, but someone, somewhere, thought I was worthy of all that stood before me.

“Turn around,” I ordered, my eyes piercing hers. I’d give her what she wanted, but she was going to give me what I missed.

She bit down on her lower lip that was swollen from the ravenous beating my mouth was giving hers and slowly turned around. I leaned over, sitting on the edge of the chair and spread my palm wide down the center of her back, all the way down to her ass cheeks. I grabbed hold of her hips and my teeth sank into one cheek before I pressed her back down so she was bent over and that perfect ass was in my face.

My hands spread her legs wide and I palmed her pussy, already drenched for me. I closed my eyes, trying to reign myself in and with my free hand I freed the button on my jeans that had my dick in a vice. I pulled down the zipper and pushed them down my legs. Adrianna looked over her shoulder at me as I stripped and got down on my knees. She tried to turn around and face me but I slapped her ass playfully, turned her back around, and bent her over. I pushed my head between her legs and flipped over onto my back. My hands worked their way up her legs, under her ass as I brought her down onto my face.

She squealed as my tongue slid between the lips of her pussy. She moved awkwardly at first, trying not to shift her body so she wasn’t actually sitting on my face but I wasn’t having it.

“It’s just me,” I whispered against her, my fingers spreading her apart before my tongue took another lap. I wanted her soft, comfortable like the way we used to be. “Ride my mouth,” I ordered roughly, pressing my thumb against her clit.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, and as if it was second nature, she moved her hips against my tongue. I had tasted her innocence all those years ago, and tonight I reclaimed it, stroke by stroke, lick by lick, it was just like the first time. I reacquainted myself with the taste I would forever crave. She was heaven. She was hell. She was everything forbidden and everything that was always so tempting.

I slid my index finger and middle finger into her pussy, pumping it to the rhythm she loved, the one I’d never forget, as I sucked on her clit. She started to jerk, her pussy grinding against my face, the scent of her everywhere, driving me fucking insane.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered, as I slipped a third finger inside stretching her. Her pussy clamped down around my hand, as she shuddered against my tongue.

I groaned, sounding like a fucking animal salivating over his prey. Her body stilled as she cried out, every nerve in her body sensitive and humming with pleasure. I withdrew one finger at a time as she came down from her orgasm, still keeping my mouth on her, feathering kisses over her sensitive flesh.

“That right there is everything,” I said, as she sat on my chest laid back across my body, her head on my lap as she tried to catch her breath. I leaned back, my weight resting on my elbows as I took her in. Her legs still spread, her pussy on display, wet and swollen. My dick felt like it would explode.

She lifted her head slightly and peered at me, moving away the strands of hair that stuck to her face damp with her sweat. She gathered all her hair behind her head and wrapped it in a ponytail holder she had on her wrist. Her hair pulled from her face, leaving me speechless as I stared at her all flushed from her orgasm, mouth swollen and eyes shimmering. The girl with the sad eyes was gone and the girl I fell in love with was back.

She rolled onto her stomach, still straddling me, ass in my face and my cock in her hands as she lowered her head.

“Up,” I said, squeezing her ass in the palm of my hand.

Adrianna lifted her head, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

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