Page 7 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

Lucky kissed along her neck, grateful for the clip in her hair that kept it out of his way. His hands each cupped a breast, squeezing her fat mounds and making her moan. He was ravenous for her, could never get enough. She was his addiction. He craved her in and out of bed, like a drug. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, to have her and to keep her at his side.

His left hand shot up to the back of his head, feeling for her left. He laced their fingers together, their wedding bands clinking against each other.

The tingling at the base of his spine was the only warning he had before Lucky was shooting his load into his wife’s tight pussy. Both breathing hard, Lucky had to rest his head back against the edge of the tub.

“Sorry I didn’t get you off there.” Guilt gripped him as he tried to get his breathing under control. “I wasn’t expecting to come like that.”

Harper nodded against his shoulder. “It’s okay,” she gasped out. “I already came.”

Lucky snorted. “Two years together and you think it’s okay that I only got you off once?” Before she could respond, Lucky sat them upright. He had to be careful because of her belly and the bamboo tray. “I might be old, but I’m not dead. And now I get to take my time with you while my dick’s recovering.”

Harper was splayedout on their bed, her hair now free of the clip. He’d half dried them off in his rush to get her onto their bed. Thankfully, he remembered the whipped cream as he carried her out of the bathroom. She might not have realized he’d brought it up with them because her eyes went wide at the sight—and then a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

“And what do you plan on doing with that?” she asked him.

“Spray it over every inch of your body and eat it off of you,” he answered truthfully. He stood at the end of the bed. Shaking the bottle, he added, “You had your salmon rolls. I haven’t had my dinner yet.”

His eyes fell to her bare pink pussy to make his innuendo clear. One of his favorite activities for them as a couple was shaving her. Even pregnant, it was something they both enjoyed. Bare or hair, Lucky truly couldn’t care. She could grow her underarms and legs out too and it wouldn’t change how he felt about her or how much he wanted her. But it was something that Harper liked and a way for Lucky to pamper her. Now that she was into the third trimester of her pregnancy, he also helped her by shaving her legs.

“Do I get any cream?” she asked, licking her lips.

He grinned at her before turning the can up and spraying some whipped cream into his mouth. He over-exaggerated swirling the cream around in his mouth before swallowing. “If there’s any left—but I make no promises.”

Lucky hooked his elbow under her knee and dragged her down to the bed. Her ass came just to the edge. With her belly, they had to get creative with positions during sex. The easiest and most comfortable for her was on all fours. However, Luckywanted to look into her eyes as he made love to her. His favorite position was her on top with him doing most of the work. She claimed she was getting too heavy for him to continue doing that, but what she didn’t seem to understand was that he loved feeling her weight on him. ‘Too heavy’ was not even an option or a concept to him.

Splayed out as she was now, she was like a buffet waiting for him to devour her. Leaving his arm hooked under her leg, because damn he loved to see her pussy on display for him like that, he reached over and grazed the nozzle of the can against her nipple. She gasped at the sharp teeth against her sensitive skin. He pressed down slightly, letting it bite but not cut, and then released the spray.

The cool foam made her gasp, her green eyes brightening with desire. Lucky gently scraped the nozzle along the valley between her breasts to reach the other nipple, leaving a trail of cream in his wake. When both nipples were hidden from his view by his makeshift pasties, Lucky lifted the can from her chest.

He held out the bottle to her. “Mind holding this?” he asked, as nonchalantly as he could, with his tongue practically salivating.

Harper’s desire was replaced with confusion, but she still took the can. Then Lucky draped himself over her, careful to balance on his now free hand to not put pressure against her baby bump, to latch onto her nipple. The sweetness of the cream filled his mouth, but so did the tang of her breastmilk. He sucked even harder, drawing out a moan from each of them. Quickly, before the cream melted, he switched nipples.

The hiss of spray caught his attention and he lifted his head long enough to see Harper had accidentally pressed the nozzle and had gotten the side of her face and ear. Her eyes were widewith shock. The two of them looked at each other for a split second before they both started laughing.

“Let me get that for you,” Lucky offered through his laughter.

He lapped up the side of her face and neck, including places that didn’t have cream. There was no chance of any being left, but he continued to lick, kiss, and nip at her. Until another accidental burst of cream came out of the can.

Lucky sat up, cream down running down the side ofhisface. He glared at his wife as he gently relieved her of the cylindrical can. “Okay, quick draw, I think you’ve lost your can holding privileges.”

Harper’s giggles shook her entire body. “I’m sorry!” she gasped out. She crooked her finger at him. “Come here, I’ll clean it up.”

Lucky, though, shook his head. Instead of letting her lick the cream off, he pressed his cheek to her baby bump and then rubbed the side of his face all over her engorged skin. This only increased Harper’s laughter. Knowing he was getting it more in his hair than he was on her, Lucky lifted up slightly. He drew a smiley face on her belly with her bellybutton as the nose before licking that up. Next, he tried to draw a flower around her bellybutton.

“Hm,” he mused. “Apparently, whipped cream is not the medium for me. That flower looks more like a funky cloud.”

“Poor Lucky,” Harper said in mock despair. “Whatever will you do?”

“I think I just need more practice.” He bent down and lapped up the cream. “You know what they say: try, fail, try again, fail better.”

“I don’t think this is what Samuel Beckett had in mind!” Harper laughed as Lucky started to draw again.

“Then he should have been more specific,” Lucky argued.

Lucky continued his attempts to draw a better flower. After his third try, he started adding leaves. On the fifth try, he created a stem down her pregnancy line. He couldn’t remember the significance of the line, but did know that it was something most women had during pregnancy. Plus, it got him closer to his goal. He trailed his tongue down the line of cream, getting ever closer to her pussy.

Harper’s back arched the closer he got and then would sag when he didn’t go down far enough. He tried again and her back arched again. Twice more.

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