Page 33 of Pregnancy Scandal
His eyes clung to my black lace set.
“Lace, on you… I want to remember this,” he said, hooking his fingers in the edge of my panties. He gave it a tug and smoothed his fingers over the flat of my stomach.
I held his gaze as I unhooked my bra and allowed it to flutter down my arms. His eyes filled with lust, caressing me with hot invisible fingers when he watched my breasts spill out and bobble toward him.
Pleasure pulsed through my veins when he reached forward and ran his fingers over my diamond-hard nipples.
He fondled my breasts, squeezing and kneading over the swells and the flesh, then over my nipples, making them harder, becoming almost painful to his touch.
I grew wetter when he bent down and took my left nipple into his mouth. He drew it in and started lapping at it and sucking, lapping and sucking, working the tip to life and making me want more.
He pressed me back against the wall and did the same with my right breast.
Raw need met pure desire as he continued to suck, and the sight of him doing that to me was so hot I nearly came right there.
Hunger for more filled me and clashed with the need for him to touch me everywhere. He satisfied my need by doing exactly that. Touching me everywhere.
He kissed down the valley between my breasts and made his way down, teeth scraping against my stomach as he licked me there too. I moaned into the erotic pleasure that took me. His tongue wandered over my skin, trailing a line of fire and raw desire as he went down, down, down, and lower, stopping at the edge of my hips, where he tugged on my panties again, but with his teeth this time.
That was the rebel in him. The rebel I loved and wanted.
He rolled my panties down my legs and threw them over the bed, then with a sinful smile, he pinned me against the wall, parted my thighs, and slid his fingers right inside my pussy.
I gasped from the sensation, and that smile of his grew wider when he saw what he was doing to me.
He pushed harder and moved faster, inside and out, until he started finger fucking me. I convulsed with pleasure, writhing against his clever fingers working me. When he moved even faster, I had to grab on to his shoulders to stop myself from falling over.
My lungs constricted from the intensity and tension coiled within me, signaling the oncoming of a fierce orgasm. I held it back, trying to stave it off, but just as I caught my breath, he replaced his fingers with his tongue as he buried his face between my thighs.
It was the raw, animalistic groan that rumbled within his chest that made me come. The groan along with heated licks of fiery sensations tormented me and sent me over the edge.
The greedy orgasm gripped me, making me dizzy with desire as liquid fire streamed through my body. My body writhed in overload. All I could do to relieve it was cry out, calling his name. That encouraged him to give me more. He continued licking and sucking, thrusting against the hard nub of my clit until he was satisfied.
“Fucking perfect, Abby. You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned.
Too high on pleasure, I couldn’t answer. I just knew I wanted him more than ever before, and I wanted to fulfill a fantasy I’d had forever. It was only to have him shirtless so I could run my fingers over his chest. I knew I got to do it the other night, but I wanted to do it now. Us like this. It was so simple but so prominent in my mind. I pulled his shirt from his pants and tugged on the hem.
“I want to take your clothes off,” I breathed.
“Baby, in case you didn’t notice, I’m all yours.” He chuckled.
I smiled, smoothed my hands up to the top buttons of his shirt, and undid them. The soft white cotton lay open, and my smile brightened when I saw my name inked across his heart. I had to run my fingers over it again.
“That’s me,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Had you on the brain, even though I can’t remember getting it done.”
I giggled and planted a kiss on it. I then backed off his shirt and indulged myself by running my fingers all over his chest. I finished off the fantasy by lowering my head to place little kisses along the fine hairs of his happy trail.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I was sixteen,” I confessed.
He looked shocked. “Next time, don’t wait so long.”
“I won’t.”
I indulged further by undoing his belt buckle and pulling the zipper down his fly. As soon as I did, his pants drifted down his legs, revealing the impressive bulge pressing against his Calvin Klein boxers.
Fucking hell, I had the memory of his cock in my mind, but today it seemed bigger.
