Page 58 of Because of Them

Hours later, when all the presents are unwrapped and most of the food on the table has been eaten, Maisie is still singing every line into the microphone.

“That stays here,” Callum grumbles as he gathers their things.

There was tension, leading up to this weekend, it creeps back through the room. The air chills with it. It’s nearing Maisie’s bedtime, but when she leaves Audrey won’t see her until after Christmas. Even though it was her choice, I can see the way she stands back, shoulders tense as they all say goodbye. I’m sure she’ll be grateful for it next year, when she can spend the babies’ first Christmas with Maisie as well, but that doesn’t make this year any easier.

She squeezes Maisie a little harder than usual, pulling the thin fabric of her cardigan around over her bump.

“You’ll leave the sign for Santa? Just in case he comes here by accident?” Maisie voice tremors, the microphone finally falling limp in her hands.

“Of course I will.”

Once they are gone, I steer Audrey away from the kitchen and towards the couch.

“Put your feet up.” I tell her as I walk back towards the kitchen.

She protests but leans against the cushions and props her feet on the coffee table. Her head falls right back until she is looking off the back of the couch and up at me. There’s a twinkle in her eye. She watches me intently as she pulls her lower lip into her mouth and lets it out slowly. My cock twitches, thinking of all the things we could do with her in that position. Well, of one very particular thing. I step towards her, thinking with my dick.

The back of the couch is low, and my crotch is right in her face. Even with her upside-down there’s no hiding the rapidly forming bulge in my pants. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. With the tips of my fingers, I tickle her cheek, one thumb pressing on her mouth. She swallows, her throat bobbing.

“Audrey?”

Stretching her arms over her head, she grabs the back of my legs and pulls me closer. Her face is pressed against my erection.I let my hands explore down her body. One holds loosely around her throat, the other stretching lower to massage her breasts. She moans, and I crumble at the sound.

“Audrey?” I ask again.

In answer, she bites playfully through the fabric of my pants. A grumble forms in my chest as she fumbles with the button and zipper. I help her get them undone and she pulls my jeans down along with my briefs.

Her warm breath coasts along my shaft, sending a shiver that stretches right through me. With a long languid lick, Audrey teases me from base to tip.

“You’ll need to do most of the work,” she whispers. Adjusting herself, she lets her head tip back over the couch and drops her mouth open. My heart races with anticipation.

I nudge the tip of my cock past her lips and adjust one of her hands to rest on the back of my thigh.

“Pinch if it’s too much.”

Audrey tickles me, humming in response. The vibrations in her throat edge me forward until she takes every inch of my dick in her mouth. I pull out before she gags, but she hollows her cheeks and sucks me down.

Fucking her face, I dip my hand into her top and toy with her nipple. She moans again and I nearly come apart. My balls draw tight against her face as I pump in and out, her tongue flat against my shaft and the tip falling deep into her throat. Pleasure is a wave that washes over me until I can’t hold it in anymore.

“Audrey I’m going to …”

With the hand still wrapped around my leg, she holds me inside her. My release comes hard and fast as I spill deep in her throat. She sucks every last drop out of me and only then does she release her hold so I can pull back.

My chest heaves as my vision blurs and returns. I hoist myself over the couch until I’m straddling Audrey, all my weight on my knees either side of her legs.

Mascara runs down her cheeks but … fuck. I can’t get enough of her. I bunch my fingers in her hair and lean down to kiss her puffy and swollen lips. Her tongue carries my salty taste but I savour it.

“Fuck, I love you.”

She giggles under me. “I love you, too.”

AUDREY

Christmas and New Year’s came and went like a thirty-minute episode of a binge worthy reality TV rerun. Here one second, gone the next and then life moved on to the next instalment. My two weeks of forced leave while the real estate office shut down disappeared just as quickly.

Returning to work this morning, knowing I only have a handful more weeks before my maternity leave starts, was rough. Harder than all those mornings I crawled out of bed while Maisie was a baby, still waking multiple times a night. She spent the day with Callum while I pushed through the hardest days of my career. I lived for it, but now, it hardly feels worth it.

The computer strains my eyes, my raspberry leaf tea warms my insides, but does nothing to help me wake up. My inbox loads and loads and loads as I sip at my tea and eat the pineappleMichael cut up for me to ‘celebrate’ the babies reaching thirty-two weeks. All these fruit comparisons are starting to make zero sense, but I love how invested Michael has become, tracking the size of the babies and showing me, in his own crazy way, how much he cares.

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