Page 28 of Merrily Yours
“She’s a daddy’s girl, for sure.” Bex smiles and my hand finds hers, tangling with it under the thick quilt she has pulled up to her chin.
Her grin turns from sweet to wicked as she guides my hand to her hip. Hervery nakedhip. “I have something else for you,” she murmurs. Her eyes dart to my mouth as she licks her bottom lip.
“Rebecca,” I warn, knowing my stern tone gets her off. “What will I find if I take this blanket off?”
She bites the same bottom lip she was just licking and looks up at me through her thick lashes. “Why don’t you find out?” she challenges.
I hum, loving when she pushes my buttons just as much as she loves doing the pushing. My hand releases her hip and slowly tugs the quilt down. The first thing I see are Bex’s perky pregnancy tits—God, I love pregnancy tits—wrapped in a red silk bra. An underwire half-cup situation helps push them up, and a large ribbon looking thing is tied in a perfect bow across her nipples.
“Fuck me, Baby Bardot,” I groan.
“That’s the plan,” she brats, pushing up from where she was laying so she can prop one elbow on top of the pillows behind her. When she lays like this, the blanket slides down exposing part of her pregnant belly and places her nipples directly in line with my mouth. I can’t help but lean forward and lick one through the fabric bow, which grants me a pleased sound from my wife.
I continue to lick and suck at the skin of her cleavage as I inch the covers down to expose more of her. I realize her hip wasn’t naked like I originally thought, but instead, a thin strap wraps around it, leading to another bow right at the top of her ass.
“Where the fuck did you get this?” I ask, my eyes drinking in the sight of her laid out just for me.
She frowns slightly before answering. “I was feeling so frumpy last week when my stomach really started to pop. I feel so much bigger than I felt at this time with El.” I reach out and soothe the furrow in her brow.
“You know I think you’re beautiful,” I mutter, kissing the tip of her nose.
I can feel her eyes roll. “I know, but I wanted tofeelbeautiful. So I went down to that lingerie shop down the street from that Thai place we like and spent probably way too much money.” She shrugs. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Oh, it was”—I lick a line down her jaw—“a very”—a suck under her ear—“good idea." I punctuate my thought with a tug of her ear between my teeth. “Get on your knees,” I command, a soft whisper that makes her shiver.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replies, instantly making my cock harder.
She gets on all fours, presenting her ass to me like the present it is. I push her wild curls over her shoulder and trail my finger down her spine, until I get to the bow. I’m about to tug on it when Bex’s words stop me. “They’re crotchless,” she says, knowing eyes meeting mine over her shoulder.
Fuck, she’s sexy like this. It feels like the only time she actually listens to me, and I love the control she’s able to hand over. Only ever with me. Only ever with each other.
My finger continues its exploration, slipping between what I can now tell are two straps that open up for easy access to her delicious cunt. “How wet will you be if I slide my finger just a little… bit… further, baby?” I tease down as I ask, circling the pucker of her asshole.
She moans, arching her back and attempting to push back onto me. I tsk, lightly smacking her right ass cheek. “Patience, Baby Bardot. You know this,” I scold.
“Anders,” she begs. “Please, baby.”
I lean over, covering her back with my front. I’m still fully clothed up against her mostly naked body, and I’m loving every minute of it. I bite her exposed neck, and she rocks back into me again, grinding into my lap as much as she’s able to. “Tell me what you need,” I demand.
“You,” she replies. “Anything—everything.” She shakes her head, frustrated at the lack of friction.
“What did I say about patience?” I ask. “You know I’ll reward it. Bepatient,” I remind her.
She nods, dazed. My finger resumes its teasing, slipping through her slick folds and circling lazily at her entrance. “You are so good for me, baby. So wet and…” I thrust a finger into her, curling to hit the spot that makes her moan. “Tight,” I finish.
I sit back on my heels and watch as she rides my finger. “More,” she begs, dropping to her elbows. But I don’t listen. Instead, I continue my steady pace, watching as she gets more and more worked up. More and more agitated. More and more turned on.
I know my wife. I know what she likes. She might beg formore, faster, harder,but she loves to be toyed with and teased. She wants me to wring every last drop of pleasure out of her and that takes time.
She knows this.
I know this.
So I don’t give her more—yet—and instead, I continue pulsing in and out of her tight pussy, my other hand reaching up to lightly wrap around her neck. She fuckingleansinto my hand, applying more pressure to her throat, a quiet whimper slipping through. I add another finger to her cunt so I can stretch her for me and hold there for a moment.
I wait until she relaxes slightly and then smooth my left hand down her throat and over the top of her breast. She whines atthe loss of contact around her neck, but I remind her, “We can only play so much, Baby Bardot.” I rub my hand down over her stomach. “I have to protect what’s mine,” I growl.
She sighs in understanding before muttering, “Fatherhood is making you soft.”
