I crawl up her body, kissing every inch as I go. I lay a kiss on the top of her mound, but nothing more. She whimpers when I deny her, but that whimper turns to a moan when my tongue laves first one nipple then the other. I kiss each nipple in turn, then return to my journey to her kiss-swollen lips.
The moment our lips touch, she opens for me. Ana wraps her legs around me, rubbing her wet pussy against me. I almost give in and slide inside her, but I’m not nearly done with her yet. I trap her bottom lip between my teeth and drag them lightly over it until it pops free. She wriggles beneath me, desperate for more.
“Please, Carson. Make love to me, please don’t make me wait.”
“I need to taste you first,” I growl. “I want you on my lips before I come deep inside you.”
Her breath hitches. I know how hot dirty talk gets her hot, and I smirk at her reaction. “You want that, don’t you? You want my mouth on your cunt, licking up all your cream.”
“Y-yes,” she moans. “Please.”
I move between her legs, not hesitating to bury my mouth in her wet heat. She’s soaked, dripping with her desire for me. I lick and suck at her clit, thrust my tongue into her tightness. I lick down, down, rimming her asshole. She moans at the dirtiness of it, another thing she loves but protests by pulling my hair, guiding my face back to her clit.
I suck it into my mouth, lashing it with my tongue until she’s panting and moaning my name. I slide two fingers deep inside her, and she comes when I barely touch her g-spot. Her back arches, her head thrown back on a moan as she floods my mouth with her release.
I lick it all up, loving how wanton she gets when she’s lost to the pleasure. Her hands fisting my hair as I work her higher and higher. Finally, she collapses to the mattress as her orgasm subsides. I kiss her clit, smirking when she shudders. She’s always so sensitive after, and I love torturing her a little… but today I need her as much as she needs me.
I kiss her lips fiercely as I slide inside her. She returns my kiss, wrapping those long legs over hers around my waist. We move in perfect harmony. Reconnecting our souls into one. Way too soon, my balls are drawing up, begging to be emptied inside her. I reach between us, teasing her clit, wanting her to trip over the edge with me. Her pussy clenches me tight, and that’s the last I can take. My cock throbs, jerking inside her as she takes me over the edge into bliss with her.
We lay in a tangle of limbs as we both try to catch our breath. She rolls until she’s draped over my chest. She kisses my skin lightly as she runs her hand up and down my chest and stomach. Touching me like she’s been starved for it.
“I love you, Carson,” she whispers into the quiet of the room.
I squeeze her tight, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, too, Ana. More than you’ll ever know.”
Epilogue
Ana
I rub my slight baby bump admiring the dinner I’ve cooked for our friends and family. I can’t even explain how happy I am these days. The ring glitters in the fading sunlight, and I smile. Carson moved into my house shortly after we rekindled our relationship. Then as he likes to say, he had to make sure all those other motherfuckers know I’m claimed. As if being pregnant with his child isn’t enough. So of course, he put his ring on my finger. Not that I argued. In fact, I threw myself at him when he proposed. Then we had sex—all the sex.
It’s definitely going to remain one of my fondest memories. The front door closes, and then a set of strong arms wraps around me from behind.
“It smells wonderful, baby. Stop fretting over it. Everyone is going to love your food.”
That’s another thing that Carson has done for me. He’s built up my confidence in my cooking. He mentioned it to Amos—something I was not happy about—and Amos immediately demanded to taste my cooking. So, here we are, having a dinner party so he can taste test my food. I’m not as nervous as I would’ve been had it not been for my fiancé.
He’s definitely a good boost of confidence anytime I get stressed. One of the many examples is the first time my jeans didn’t fit. I cried, he pulled the too-small jeans from my body and ate my pussy until I was coming and no longer worried about what I wore. I tugged on my leggings, and we drove to the maternity store in the city and bought me a new wardrobe to grow into.
He really is perfect.
“I know. I’m not fretting. Just thinking,” I say with a shrug.
“About?”
“Life. How quickly things change. How very lucky I am to have you.”
“Heavy stuff for a dinner party,” he teases.
I slap his arm for teasing me. He turns me in his arms. I sigh as he holds me close. “I love you, Carson. Thank you for making my dreams come true.”
“Even when I’m a bit high-handed like with the whole dinner party thing?”
“Even when.”
He chuckles. “That’s good because I don’t promise to not do this kind of thing in the future. I will always encourage you to follow your dreams. Especially the ones that scare you. When I’m beside you, you’ve got nothing to fear from the unknown. I’ll always be here to catch you.”
I stand on tiptoe and press my lips to his. Our kiss instantly ignites my desire. Something that’s been heightened since my pregnancy. I’m constantly hungry for Carson.
