Her eyebrows pinched together as she cocked her head. “Why do you need all of that?”
“Because I want all of you on me,” I murmured, flipping us so she was underneath me on the bed now. “If I could have all of you around me all the time,” I punched my hips forward, grinding my cock that was waking up realizing his favorite buddy was this close to him into her. “I would. But I can’t, so I’m going to do the next best thing.” Then a thought hit me, “Unless you’d be ok with me handcuffing you to me? That way…”
She burst out laughing at the suggestion (I’m not sure why). Every time the muscles tensed in her stomach, her pelvis would shift against me, making me harder until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
She was only wearing another one of my t-shirts, so I scooted down her body, making sure to stop and rub my chin over her pussy.
“Tate,” she choked, still laughing slightly, “what are you doing?”
Pushing the t-shirt up, I went searching for what I wanted that had been rudely hiding from me. When I found it, I didn’t think the words were necessary, but I said them anyway. “I want you on me.”
She could make of that what she wanted, I knew what I meant. Running my hands up her thighs, I closed my eyes for a second and just absorbed how soft her skin was. Everything about Lily was different and special, even the feel of her skin. When you think how often we tap someone on the hand, shake hands, hold someone’s hand or even brush against them, you rarely remember how their skin felt. With Lily, it was like it had been tattooed into my head – this time the right way around.
“What are you thinking?” her husky voice broke me out of my skin musings.
It seemed like I was always in a strange place when things about her struck me, but it was what it was. That said, I wasn’t going to voice what I’d been thinking, mainly because it reminded me slightly of Silence of the Lambs, and I didn’t mean it to.
Instead, I said the first thing I could think of.
“I can hear Chewy and Ozzy trying to get out of the kitchen.” It wasn’t a lie per se, I could and for a second I’d thought about how I already had to repaint the door to that room because of them. Not that I cared, I truly didn’t, because they were part of us.
Proving that she knew me already though, she snickered. “Liar!”
Grinning up her body at her, I went back to what I was doing, giving it all of my attention now. I knew she loved the feeling of my beard on her, she’d told me enough times, so I skimmed it over the top of her left thigh, watching when the goose bumps popped up on it.
Trailing down to her pussy, I kept my focus on what I was going to do even when she groaned and tried to shift. I couldn’t see past her bump from my position, and that just made it better because she couldn’t see what I was going to do either. Maybe she could expect things, but she wouldn’t know until I did it – and I freakin’ loved that.
Moving my hands to either side, I pressed down with my thumbs and pulled her lips apart slowly. Leaning in slightly, I flicked just the tip of my tongue over her clit, making sure it was just a tiny tap – knowing it would drive her crazy.
“Tate, I don’t think you understand how horny being pregnant makes a woman,” she growled, trying to adjust her position trying to make contact with me. “The hormones drive you insane. In fact, I thought about your dick for a whole hour today.”
I’d thought about her pussy all day today, so I had her beat. And the raging erection I was grinding into the bed was proof of that.
“What did you think about when you were doing that?” I asked, intrigued by what she’d tell me.
Please let it be something X-rated and not something clinical.
Not missing a beat, I leaned in as soon as I said the last word, and used my tongue to draw out the question mark around her clit, making sure never to touch the sensitive nub directly.
Groaning, she gave in and outlined it for me. “I thought about how it feels like silk when I hold it in my hand.”
I rewarded her by inserting my right thumb into her, slowly moving it in and out.
“I thought about how my fingers don’t meet when I do that.”
Her next reward was my thumb lifting and putting pressure on her upper wall at the same time as the pad, rough from years of work because that’s how we were raised, focused on that special spot inside her. How the rumor that men couldn’t find it began was beyond me. It was rough, it was raised, it was right there, so I rubbed a bit harder over it.