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"The beautiful woman you were speaking with, the one in the blue dress and…." I could see he had no idea who I was talking about.
"I talked to some women, but, baby, you were the most beautiful woman there."
I rolled my eyes, but it felt good to hear him say that.
We stood up and walked to the bedroom, hand in hand. The tension that had filled the room slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of understanding.
When we got back in bed, he continued to stroke my belly as I lay against him. He turned to kiss me, and I gave him access, wanting intimacy after an argument. I suddenly realized why make-up sex was so popular.
He undressed me slowly, his movements unhurried. He let me push his underwear down his hips but then lost his patience and took over, twisting his body to free himself of his clothing.
He kissed my nipples, suckled them, and then moved to my stomach. "You're like a fertility Goddess with this stomach and how you glow."
He moved down to between my legs, and I held my breath as he slid his fingers over my pussy. "You taste so fucking sweet. Sometimes, I don't want to wash your taste off—I want to feel it all day at work, know you're waiting for me when I come home."
I loved the way he saidhome, that this small apartment of mine was not just mine but his as well.
"I love to open up your sexy legs and taste you. I love to hear you come,ma douce, against my mouth—so I can taste every honeyed drop of your orgasm."
His words, along with his actions, aroused me.
"You always smell so good, like fucking vanilla." He looked up at me. "Touch your breasts, Elsa."
I felt self-conscious, as I always did when he wanted me to touch myself.
I massaged my breasts with slow, deliberate motions, and my eyes closed at the pleasure of it. I was so sensitive these days, the tips of my breasts hungry for Duncan's mouth, always.
"No, baby, keep your eyes on me."
He licked my clit and then groaned when I lifted up so I could look at him despite my big belly.
"It's not easy with your daughter," I joked.
His eyes softened. "My daughter. My wife," he whispered. "You've given me so many gifts,ma douce."
I kept caressing my breasts, stroking my nipples.
"Now pinch your nippleshardso it hurts."
I did as he asked, and he clamped his teeth on my clit. My hips surged as I felt fluid release from me onto his tongue.
A moan escaped me as I started to all but maul my breasts. It felt so damn good to have him down there while my nipples were stimulated.
"Duncan," I whimpered.
He growled softly, sending shock waves through my system. He slid two fingers inside me, finding my G-spot as his lips close around my clit.
"Yes," I cried out. "More, more."
"You taste so good, baby. I can spend my life here."
My pussy clenched as he inserted a third finger inside me while continually licking and pressing the tip of his tongue on my clitoris.
"I'm almost there," I chanted. "Almost there."
He stopped, and I protested, "Duncan."
He smiled, wiping my juices off his chin. He crawled up to me. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
