Page 110 of Bountiful
“When I’m ready,” he said, playing right into our old groove. Push and shove. Call and response. “Lose that little top and those panties. Lovely as they are, I want toseeyou.”
I grabbed the fabric of my tank, but then Ipaused.
“Disobedient already?” he teased, misunderstanding my hesitation. He was stark naked, his hand gripping his erection. His body wasso freakingperfect.
I appreciated the view. But still I couldn’t bring myself to strip in front of him. Two years had elapsed since we last viewed each other so critically and I got a little stuck thinking about it. “You look fantastic,” I saidslowly.
“As do you, beautiful. But you’re still wearing too muchclothing.”
I leaned back against the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. “Dave, I gained ten pounds and pushed out a seven-pound baby. Things aren’t all in the sameplacesnow.”
“What?” he asked stupidly. I guess I wasn’t the only one addled by lust, because it took a couple of beats for understanding to dawn across his masculine features. “Fuck that noise. You’re every bit as hot as you used to be. Just withbiggertits.”
I lifted my hands to my very full breasts. “You can’t even suck on these or you’ll get a face fullofmilk.”
His smile turned wicked. “Strip, lady. Or don’t. Whatever. Just keep touching yourself.” He put a knee on the bed and thrust his hips, slowly fucking hisownhand.
I groaned at the sight, then took a deep, slow breath. “Jesus.”
“All this can be yours,” he teased. “Spread your legs. And take off that fucking top before I take it off youmyself.”
The rasp in his voice gave me a full body shiver. I forgot to care whether he’d notice the stretch marks on my belly, and I lifted my little tank top overmyhead.
As a reward, Dave dropped down onto his forearms and nosed into my pussy, his lips grazing the lacy strip of fabric there. He kissed the juncture of my shaking thighs, then opened his mouth over the lace and let out a hotbreath.
I shudderedmightily.
“Can you come like this?” he asked, pressing his lips against the little panel of lace, dropping kisses. “Or maybe…” He tugged the fabric aside and licked my clit withoutpreamble.
“Oh!” I gasped, my fingers slicing throughhishair.
He pressed the flat of his tongue down and then moaned, and the sound lit me on fire. I became shameless, spreading my legs further and canting my hips toward his mouth. One thing apparently hadn’t changed about me—my ability to heat up in no time at all. I quickly grew soaking wet, and my nipples tingled withwarning.
Whoops. I pressed my palms against my breasts, wary of my milk suddenlylettingdown.
Dave looked up at me with heated eyes, his mouth busy. His eyes darkened as I writhed under him, clutchingmytits.
He ran out of patience all at once, sitting up suddenly and yanking my panties off completely. He did a military crawl up my body, lined himself up and filled me. All in oneaggressivepass.
“Oh!” I gasped against the lovely intrusion, gripping his shoulders, my knees lifting to his bodyinstinctively.
“Ungh,” he agreed, tipping his forehead down to mine. “That’s what I’m talking about.” We regarded each other at point-blank range, and I expected him to buck right intohighgear.
But he didn’t. Not yet. He gave me a quick kiss, and then startled me with a question. “When do you think we madeNicole?”
“What?” I rubbed his back because I couldn’t stop touching him. All that skin against skin made it hard tothink.
“When did it happen?” he whispered. Then he closed his eyes and circled his hips, giving a low groan. “Fuck. Who knew the idea of getting you pregnant would make me sohorny?”
“It does?” I panted, rocking my hips to meet his. I knew exactly what he meant. One summer night I’d lain beneath him just like this, while we made a baby. My foolish, romantic heart liked the soundofthat.
“When do you think?” he pressed, slowly thrusting. “The first night?Thelast?”
Then he picked up the pace, and all that sweet friction made it hard for me to think. “Tequila,” I said on a gasp. “That night. When Jimmy threw that glass, and we sat together and dranktequila.”
“Yeah?” His lips grazed over mine. “Why thatnight?”
I kissed him instead of answering, so he relaxed again, torturing me with a slow slide. “Because…” I whispered eventually. “That night youteasedme.” I craned my neck to reach his mouth for more of those hotkisses.
