I went back and forth, watching her reactions on one device and seeing what was causing them on the other. It was like our own private moments, just after she woke up and right before bed. If I let the world fall away, I could almost believe I was there with her. Being away from her was fucking killing me.
After twenty minutes, Allison hesitantly sat up as if she were expecting something to happen. When nothing occurred, she tossed off the blankets she’d been snuggled into. It was a damn good thing she lived with a female. The first time I saw her in the little shorts and tank top she wore to bed, I was both incredibly turned on and ready to murder anyone who saw her in that outfit. And I was using the word outfit generously.
All that skin, her puckered nipples, the shorts molded to her sweet ass...those belonged to me and only me. I much preferred the nights she wore my shirt to bed. I still had the panties she’d been wearing the night I popped her cherry, and I kept them near my pillow whenever I slept at my condo. I didn’t want to bring them to the hospital and chance losing them or deal with questions if one of my family members found them. People would probably think I was crazy for sleeping with a woman’s underwear so that I could smell her pussy all night. I didn’t give a fuck about what anyone thought when it came to my Ali, but I didn’t want to deal with the inquisition I would face because I wasn’t ready to share her yet.
Allison climbed out of bed and stretched her arms high above her head as she arched her back. The tight little peaks poking through her top made my mouth water. I couldn’t wait to suck on them again, especially when she was pregnant. I hadn’t seen any signs yet, but if I hadn’t done the job on our night together, she was going to spend all her time with my cock buried in her pussy until I’d remedied the situation. The idea of tying her to our bed was intriguing. I’d keep her legs wide open and practically live between her thighs. Feasting on her, drinking her juices, it was all I hungered for.
Lethargically, she made her bed, then trudged to her closet. She took out a blue sweater and a black skirt that looked like it would end at or below her knees, saving me from the possessiveness and jealousy that would have plagued me all day until she’d changed into something else. I was a bear on those days, and my sisters had given me endless grief over it.
She draped the clothes on her desk chair before digging into a drawer in her dresser and withdrawing a bra and panties. Some days, she would go straight to her bathroom and reemerge fresh and clean. On the other days, I excused myself as soon as one of my sisters or brother arrived. Then I sped home to take an arctic shower. The first time, I’d considered giving myself some relief. But the thought of anyone’s hands, even my own, giving me pleasure was repellant.
It seemed today was going to be one of those days. Allison tossed her underwear on the bed, and as she walked toward the bathroom, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, tossing it in the hamper as she stopped in front of it. Then she took off her little shorts—which she wore without panties, another reason I was glad she lived with a woman—and they went into the basket as well.
Her big, heart-shaped ass was unbelievably sexy, and the flare of her hips—which oddly looked a little wider today—had my cock leaking as I thought about how they were made for large babies. Considering my size, I doubted our children would be petite when they were born.
Allison resumed her trek to the bathroom, but just as she began to walk over the threshold, her phone dinged. She pivoted on her heel, and my breath caught in my lungs. Fuck. She grew more beautiful every damn day. It almost looked like her tits had gotten a little bigger. It didn’t seem as though she’d put on weight, but Allison would be the sexiest woman on earth no matter what she weighed. And I wasn’t stupid enough to complain about her having larger tits.
Her pussy was still bare, and I licked my lips, remembering how it tasted and the way my beard had left light marks on her naked mound. I fucking loved that there had been nothing between us. I was going to insist it stay that way going forward.
I finished my perusal of her body at her dainty, pink-tipped toes. There wasn’t one spot on her that I hadn’t hand my mouth on, and the flood of memories was making things very uncomfortable. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I ground my teeth in frustration over having another fifteen minutes before my brother arrived and I could go back to my place.