Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
With a finger to my lips, I cautioned him to be quiet and he looked down at the little head on his chest. My heart warmed at the way he lowered his lips to that head and closed his eyes with pleasure. I reached for her, suddenly wanting to put her to bed so that I could be alone with her dad, but he shook his head and mouthed that he’d do it.
Together, we walked to the nursery decked out for a southern princess and heaven knows she is that, and placed her in the canopied big girl bed as she calls it. It still gives her dad nightmares. If it were up to him, she’d be in a crib until she was sixty.
After making sure that she’d stay down, I took his hand and quietly made our way to our room. The servants were milling around downstairs, mom was out in the garden reading, where she’d probably fall asleep for her afternoon nap, and dad was off working.
They didn’t live with us, but might as well since they were always here and my husband wouldn’t have it any other way. Mom came every morning to help with the baby the bigger I got with my pregnancy which was a big help, it gave me time to do my classes on line and get some other things done before little Ana took over.
I closed the door gently and turned to him, all the need I had inside shining in my eyes I am sure. He didn’t need words to tell him, or my hand on his chest to guide him. Just as he’d done since the beginning, he put his hands on me with love and care, pushing the maternity top off my shoulders.
I stepped out of my shorts and his hands went to the band of my underwear, baring me completely before we turned to his clothing, which were soon on the floor at our feet. He picked me up effortlessly and made his way to the bed, laying me there like precious cargo.
He massaged my feet, taking them one by one into his hands, all the while holding my eyes with his. “That’s so good.” I sighed with pleasure and arched slightly as my legs spread open making room for him. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm wetness of his lips on my inner thigh and my blood begun to heat.
Even now, when my body is stretched with his child, he can still make me feel like the most desirable being. “Hmmm, you’re wet for me already.” I felt his tongue broad, flat, as he licked me there where I needed him most. I will never get tired of this, of the way he drank from me as if feeding on nectar.
The sounds he made as his tongue drove into me, made me hot, and when he grabbed the globes of my ass in his big hands and pulled me onto his tongue, I came. I grabbed his hair and held on because I knew once he got started he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
My head tossed and turned on the pillow, pretty soon the sheets beneath me were wet with sweat in the Tennessee heat, but I didn’t care. I never wanted this amazing feeling to end. Lifting my knees beside his ears, I clasped his head and tried pulling him in even farther.
He knew what I needed-what I craved. And just as I was about to explode again, I felt his fingers. First one, then another slide into my now well used rosebud. I went off like a shot. Limbs shaking, head thrashing and mouth hung open in pleasure shock.
“Please Simon, hurry up and fuck me.” I opened my legs even wider, begging him to drive into me the way I like. I don’t know what it is, and he swears it’s a myth, but whenever I’m pregnant, his dick seems to get harder and longer, and now was no different.
My mouth actually watered at the sight of his angry cockhead as it dribbled cock juice. Without missing a beat, I scooted my ass down on the bed between his thighs until I was between his thighs. “Fuck!” He hissed as I swallowed his cock from tip to base in one go. I’d perfected my technique after my last pregnancy when sex was out, and wasn’t this good ole boy pleased. He’d bought me a forty thousand necklace the day after I first took all of him without any trouble.
“Be careful down there, baby.” Always the worrywart, he was worried about choking when all I cared about was the taste of him on my tongue. That didn’t stop him from stroking in and out of my mouth the way he likes, though he was going easier than was the norm.