Page 84 of Living for Truth
“You think those are pretty? I wear them because they’re comfortable, not because they’re sexy.”
“Those goddamn dresses make me feral, Butterfly. When you wore one the first night you officially moved in, I had to jack off in the shower before coming to bed. Something about them…” I trail off and run a hand down her curvy sides.
“Guess all the lingerie I’ve bought was a waste of money, then,” she teases.
“Not at all. You could wear a burlap sack and I’d still want to devour every inch of you. It’s not what you wear, Butterfly. It’syou. I want you, all the time. I love you.”
“I love you too, Morgan.” She sits up a little and captures my mouth in a slow, enticing kiss that makes me feel like I’m melting into a puddle.
When she finally pulls away, I trail my mouth down her chest, carefully kissing each peaked nipple because I know her breasts are starting to get more sensitive. I trail down her stomach, leaving extra kisses and silently telling our little embryo to stay where they are. Then I shimmy down and kiss my way to where her thighs meet.
“We may have already had dinner, but I’m starving. So let me enjoy this decadent dessert.”
I don’t dive in like I’m craving to, instead I start with slow circles of my tongue on her clit, adding pressurewith every completed circle. She writhes beneath me, arching into me to get more friction, but she’s not in charge right now, I am. I want to take my time and enjoy the taste of her.
I lick up one side of her pussy and down the other, nibbling gently on the lips in a way I know gets her even closer to an orgasm.
“Please, Morgan. I want you,” she whines.
“I want you too, Butterfly, but I want to make you come on my tongue and fingers and then on my cock. So be good, and let me play.” I punctuate my command by pushing one finger inside her. She’s already wet for me and not just from my mouth being on her. I slowly pump my finger in and out, then add a second one, and curl them to find her g-spot.
“Oh fuck!” she moans loudly as I rub against her. She must be more sensitive now that she’s pregnant, because while she’s enjoyed this before, I've never gotten such a visceral reaction from her.
I’m certainly not going to complain about an increase in her pleasure.
She humps herself against my fingers while I flick her clit with my tongue. “That’s it, Hannah. Ride my fingers and my face. Take your pleasure. I want to watch you come apart.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she moans, clamping down on my fingers as a rush of wetness coats my hand.
I work her through her orgasm, and when she pushes my head to signal she needs a break, I slowly pull my fingers out.
I shuck my shorts and boxers and position myself at her entrance, but she shakes her head.
“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Who am I to tell her no?
She turns and rests on her elbows, presenting her ass to me, and I groan appreciatively at the tantalizing sight. Her ass wiggles while she situates herself, and I have to tamp down the urge to take a big ole bite of it.
I position the head of my cock at her entrance and slowly push in. The way her pussy grips me and molds perfectly to my cock makes my head spin. This position gets me deeper inside her, every soft part of her wrapping around my hardness like the best kind of glove. Once I’m fully inside, I ask, “How do you want this, Butterfly? Fast and hard or slow and sweet?”
Hannah props herself up on her elbows, looking at me so sweetly as she says, “Fuck me hard, Morgan.”
“Whatever you ask for…” I pull out and push back into her hard and fast, relishing in the way her ass ripples with each thrust. I’ve been so pent up from the stress of everything that my orgasm is right at the base of my cock, ready to explode.
“Fuck, Butterfly. I’m going to need you to reach down and play with your clit so you can come with me. I’m going to get there embarrassingly fast.”
She follows my directions, the first swipe of her fingers causing her to clench around me. She’s getting close.
“Come! Now!” I need her there first.
As the first drops of my cum release from my cock, she clenches around me and moans my name, squeezing out every last bit of my orgasm.
I stay inside her until my cock softens, then I pull out and wipe up our combined releases with my discarded shirt.
“Come on, Butterfly. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can watchYou’ve Got Mail.”
“Okay,” she sighs, looking completely spent and relaxed for the first time in weeks.
