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“Dario, please.” My voice comes out growly this time.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got you.” He winks before his head drops, and when his warm, wet tongue replaces his finger, I grip the sheets. Both his hands slide up to rest each side of my stomach and I guess from the way he caresses it that he knows how much I love to have him touch me there.
At first, I thought Dario said all the nice things about my changing body to make me feel better, but I know now that he really is obsessed with it. His hands are continually on me, especially my bump. Sometimes I catch him just staring at it and I’m glad he finds it so attractive because I have a feeling it’s going to get a whole lot bigger as the months go on.
I don’t care about messing up my hair as I lie back and let his tongue work me closer to release and I hear myself start to whimper as I raise my hips to get more of him.
“Such a needy girl.” He laughs, pulling his mouth away and looking over the ridge of my stomach at me. “You taste so good for me. Give me more.” He rubs his lips together as his finger massages my clit. “Come for me, pretty girl, show me how much you appreciate my tongue.” He spits directly at my clit before spreading his saliva with his fingers, then giving me fast flicks of his tongue and sucking at me mercilessly. I do my best to stay quiet, fully aware that the house is full of caterers and arriving guests who we should be downstairs greeting, but I’d much rather be up here, doing as he requests and coming all over his tongue.
“Mmmm…Good girl.” He kisses his way back up my body until his nose is flush with my cheek.
“Come on, let’s go greet our guests,” he whispers before kissing me and ensuring I taste myself on his tongue.
“Are you kidding?” I stare at him out of shockanddisappointment.
“You said you didn’t want to be late.” He shrugs, standing up and straightening his tie.
“Dario you…you're not finished.” I shake my head.
“I am for now.” He scoops my panties up off the floor and tucks them into his pocket.
“No, no, no. We didn’t fuck yet,” I remind him, staring helplessly between my open legs and
wondering why he’s not inside me.
“Pretty girls shouldn’t use curse words,” he scolds me.
“So, punish me.” I maneuver myself back into an upright position.
“I think what I have planned will be punishing enough. I’m sure the party will go quickly unless, of course, Lorna decides to outstay her welcome. You know how chatty she can get.” He’s teasing me and I can see how much pleasure he’s getting from my reaction.
“Dario, you know my needs are…delicate.” I rest my hand on my bump, I swear that I’m the size of a woman ready to give birth to a single baby, and I’m hoping it will make him take pity on me. I may have come once already, but I was already building up to more, my pussy is aching to feel him inside me, and if this is a game, it’s a cruel one.
“Verydelicate.” He rubs the side of my belly, proudly. “But this is your party, you can’t be late.”
“Screw being late.” I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him. “Come on, we can make it quick.”
“Or, I can make you suffer all night, then take my time with you when everyone goes home.”
“As appealing as that sounds…” I huff sarcastically, “I need it, now.” I try being cute by biting my lip but he just laughs at me.
“Do you really think that's going to work?” He shakes his head.
“I don’t know.” I shrug as I rub my palm against the front of his slacks. “What Idoknow is that you fucked these babies into me, and created this monster, so you have a responsibility, Mr. DeMarco.” I stroke circles over my belly and smile up at him.
“And I’m going to fuck plenty more into you too. Being pregnant looks far too good on you.” His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me even closer to him and when my belly bumps against his solid abs and acts as a barrier between us, he strokes his hand underneath it.
“Patience, baby, you know I’ll make it worth the wait.” He kisses me softly, before pulling down my dress, taking my hand and leading me out the door.
Lorna and Serena are already here putting the final touches to the decor and I notice Dario smile at them both gratefully as I make my way over to hug them both.
“Where's Nic? He is coming, isn’t he?” I panic when I see no sign of him. Despite the fact Dario tries to hide it from me, I know he and my brother hate each other. I just hope it doesn’t make him distance himself.
“You look sensational.” Serena pats my tummy. “You really are glowing.”
“What happened to your hair at the back?” Lorna screws up her face and when I look across at Dario, the way he tries to hide his smirk by rubbing his fingers over his lips, does nothing to ease the ache between my legs.
“Here, let me fix it,” she sighs, starting to pick out the grips and neaten it up for me.
