Page 48 of Only for Tonight
“Where are we going?” he asks me as I walk right to the stairs.
“I’m redeeming one of my coupons.” I look over at him and he tosses the bouquet he is holding in his hand to the floor before picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.
“I like this idea a lot.” All I can do is laugh, my laughter echoing in the room as I look on the bed and see a gift bag there. He tosses it to the side and I look at him.
“What is that?” I ask him.
“We’ll look at that after,” he declares, reaching for my long sweater and pulling it over my head. “We have coupons to redeem,” he mumbles as he bends his head and pushes down the cup of my bra. “You got bigger.”
“Jaxon!” I shout his name and his eyes go big when it registers what he said.
“Not like that.” He rolls his eyes. “I meant plump, you got plumper.”
“Jaxon,” I snap, “that isn’t better.”
“Baby.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, the sensation hitting me right in the base of my stomach and then shooting down to my clit. “You’re going to get bigger.” He moves to the other breast as his hand reaches behind me and he works on getting the bra off. “It’s going to be so fucking hot watching you carry my baby.”
“Our baby,” I correct, my hand reaching for his shirt and pulling it off of him. His hand goes to my pants while my hands go to the elastic of his sweats. “I need to,” I say, dropping to my knees and pulling his pants over his hips, taking his cock into my mouth.
His moan fills the room. “Fuck, I wanted you to sit on my face while you did that.” My eyes go big as I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Baby,” he says, “I don’t know if I’ll last long, I haven’t in three days.”
“Three days?” I retort, shocked. “What?”
“I was saving it,” he confesses. “Wait, did you?”
“Um, yeah, I’m filled with hormones.”
“You played with yourself?” His eyes get darker, and he pulls me up to standing. “Show me.”
“What?” I ask him and he motions to the bed.
“Show me how you played with yourself.” My nipples tingle at his voice.
“I don’t have my toy here.” My hands go to my tights and I pull them off my hips, kicking off my shoes at the same time before I’m standing in front of him naked. “So I’ll just have to use my fingers.” I walk to him and get on my tippy-toes as I nip his jaw, my hand fisting his cock. “You going to come and stand beside the bed and watch?” I ask him, my hand jerking his cock. “So you can help me if I need it.” He lifts his hand to pinch my nipple and my head falls back. “Maybe I’ll get too loud and you’ll have to shove your cock in my mouth to keep me quiet.”
“Jesus fuck, Ari,” he hisses as I leave him and crawl onto the bed, moving my hand between my legs so he can see as I crawl to the pillows. “You can die from blue balls,” he informs me, looking up at the ceiling, and I see his Adam’s apple bob just as he swallows.
“I don’t think that’s true.” I turn on my back, propping myself on the pillow and placing my feet on the bed and opening my legs. “You going to come and help me?”
“No,” he says, kicking off his pants and then coming to the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand.
“I’m jealous,” I tell him and he looks at me as I run my finger down my stomach and over my clit, “you get to touch your cock.”
“If you think me standing here with your pussy on display and my face not buried in it isn’t torture, then you’re wrong.” He moves his hand over his cock. “Slide two fingers inside you,” he instructs me and I follow his lead, sliding my two middle fingers inside me and arching my back, “get yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Jaxon.” I move my fingers in and out of me.
“Tell me what you feel,” he directs and I look into his eyes.
“I feel tingly.” I pull my fingers out of me and then move them to my clit, where I rub it in circles a couple of times. “My nipples feel achy.”
“Like they need me to pinch them?” he asks, moving around the side of the bed.
“Yes,” I pant out as I slide my fingers back into me.
He puts one knee on the bed and I watch him. “How many times did you make yourself come?”
“Every day,” I admit to him, “especially in the morning.”
