Whispered Curses
* What’s in a Name, Again *
** Almost Two Years Later **
“Mary?”
“Too plain.”
“Edna?”
“Too old fashioned.” I could hear my breath becoming raspy.
“Marsha? Mmm…” Eric’s tongue circled my clit again. Son of a pirate… he was getting so good at knowing exactly what I needed. “Damn, you are delicious.”
“Please,” I choked. “Could you focus on one thing at a time?”
His thick fingers slid out of my twitching, drenched pussy. “I’m not letting you come until you decide on a name.”
His other hand reached up to caress my rounded stomach. Feeling my body stretch and change with our daughter had left me wildly aroused from the second I got pregnant. Which was carefully arranged not to happen until after we’d been married for several months. Eric was weirdly old fashioned about that, which I found charming.
He’d been teasing me for nearly half an hour now, which I found less than charming.
“Please,” I gasped, “I’ll let you name her whatever you want if you make me come right now.”
I knew he wouldn’t hold me to it, and we had another month and a half to decide. But right now I was about to explode.
His tongue flattened against my clit, swirling slow and steady as his fingers thrust deep. I could feel the heat building in my hips, as my hands clutched his shoulders. Those dark, deep eyes stared at me, and I was unable to control myself.
“Fuck… oh, fuck, harder,” I whispered. His eyes grinned up at me as he dug in, adding a third finger and grinding his tongue against me.
“Jesus fucking fuck…” I squealed, the rush of tingling heat washing through me as I rode his mouth into oblivion.
Collapsing back onto our giant bed, I blinked up at the ceiling, then addressed it as he would. “Well, now. Should I let my gorgeous husband take me, or should I have him make me dinner first?”
Before I could stop laughing, Eric had turned me onto my side, spooning me as he lifted my top leg. My moaning filled our bedroom as he stroked the head of his shaft along my dripping pussy lips, then I squealed as he plunged slowly inside.
The pressure of his thick length thrilled me every single day. Often two or three times a day. I especially loved it lately when he took me from behind like this so that he could pound me hard without worrying about putting pressure on the baby.
Our sex was always surprising, and often not in our bed. But the past few weeks I’d really ‘bloomed’ as he put it, and this bump had come between us a tiny bit.
His fingers gripped my hips tightly, driving deep. Twisting over my shoulder, I kissed him hard, rough. Then his hand slid over my hip, reaching around to flicker his fingertips across my clit.
“Goddamn it,” I nearly growled, “That feels amazing.”
“I hope our daughter never hears us in bed,” he murmured. I could hear the heat in his voice. The raspy tone whenever he was driving into me. “You’re going to teach her all sorts of colorful language.”
“Fuck me harder,” I gasped.
“Yes, dear. Anything you say.”
His hips rolled against me in a deep, perfect rhythm. Then Eric began thrusting up into me jerkily, roughly, the way he knew I loved it.
His bottom hand reached up to grip my much heavier breast, and I could sense how much he liked them bigger. His squeezing and groping sent sparks straight through me, as I reached around to grab his ass.
My entire body was starting to twitch as I panted with raw desire. Eric’s teeth sunk into my shoulder, the tiny nip of pain adding to my pleasure, making me scream.
“Yeah, baby, let me hear it. Let me hear you when you come all around me.”
“Yes…” I choked.