Page 113 of The Logic of Loyalty

“I need you.”

I answer her with a groan and by tasting what’s mine. Her body writhes against me as I fumble my way to our—her room. I’m half blinded, but I know our home, despite the haze of being so close to my woman while she moans about needing me inside of her.

I maintain enough sanity not to slam the door closed or shove her hard against a wall, but we stumble directly to the bed. I toss her onto it, and while she bounces, I leap over her and pull myself up to the top, my back against the headboard.

Her curls are everywhere when she looks up at me. “What the hell?” Paige fixes her hair and scowls over at me, only to freeze and watch as I undo the top button of my jeans. Her tongue darts out again, and I shudder at what might be happening in her wicked mind.

My voice is a dark rasp when I’m able to swallow my groan. “I need you to listen to me carefully. Can you do that for me, love?” She nods, a single, entranced motion. “Good girl. Now, you need to take off your fuck hot, tight little pants you’ve been teasing me in all day. Got it?”

She nods again, then searches my face as she stands and slowly peels the fabric from her body. What’s left is a scrap of material, not the type of underwear I expected my pregnant wife to wear. “Oh, shit.” I ease the zipper down to pull out my hard cock. I bite back a groan and pump it once. Paige loves to watch me touch myself. “Did you wear those for me?” Her eyes, locked on my dick, drift to mine, dazed and hooded. She nods, and her hands drift to her tiny thong. “No, wait. Leave them on for now.” She freezes and waits. Fuck, I love when she does this. “Take off your shirt.”

Her hands move quickly to the hem of her shirt, but she pauses with her fingers there. “I’m not—you know I’m pregnant, and⁠—”

“My mouth is watering just at the sight of your pregnant body, so yeah. I’m aware.” I have to squeeze the head of my cock to calm the fuck down as she slowly lifts her shirt, baring her rounded belly and massive fucking tits. “Yesssss.”

The shirt lands, and Paige glides her hands to the hem of her sports bra. “And this?” She teases, snapping it rather than lifting it. Her nipples are enticing hard nubs poking underneath the fabric.

“Yes. And that.” Fuck. Yes. I give up all semblance of control and stroke my aching cock. All my blood is centered there, but I’m able to move slowly and deliberately. She pulls the fabric over her head, and her sweet, pink nipples are bigger and dark and hard as fuck. I need them in my mouth. I jerk my hips up with the jolt of pleasure that runs through me. “Pinch your nipples.”

Paige takes her fingers and thumb and squeezes, throwing her head back and moaning. “They’re sensitive.”

Shit. I stop stroking. “Does it hurt?”

She meets my eyes, and rubbing her thighs together, she says, “It hurts so good, baby.”

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, fuckity shit. I have to squeeze my balls to keep myself grounded at the need saturating her voice. “Show me. Show me how hot you are for it.”

Paige bites her lip, watching me closely for something, some kind of clue. She dips her hand down her belly and past the fabric that barely covers her pussy. Her other hand continues to massage and pluck at her breast, and we need to move things along quickly. When she pulls her hand out, her fingers are covered in her sweetness. I nearly die. “Give it to me.” My voice is a rumble, and my wife smirks.

She walks to the edge of the bed, then crawls up to where I’m sitting back. I’m mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, the dip in her back, the swell of her hips, her round ass, and her swelling belly. She’s a feast for my eyes.

With one hand, she reaches out to touch my waving cock, but I hiss in a breath. “Wait.”

Paige snatches her hand back, her face falling, “I thought⁠—”

“Oh, fuck. No, baby. I’ll come immediately if you put your pretty hands on me.” I release my cock and grasp her hand in mine. “First, I need to taste you.” I pull that hand to my lips, and fuck, she tastes so good. I suck her fingers and roll my tongue over each digit before popping them back out. “Just as sweet as I remembered. Now I want you to take a seat.” I scoot down until I’m lying flat on my back. Her eyes drift down to where my cock is lying on my stomach. “No, not there.” I pat my lips with her hand, then tug her toward me. “I need to eat your pussy, and I want you to ride my face.” Without much effort, I’m able to lift and maneuver her until she’s straddling my chest.

“You’re still dressed.” She’s panting and squirming on top of me.

“And you’re gloriously naked.” I pull at the soaked triangle. “Well, nearly. Now give me that pussy.”

She tentatively scoots forward, then freezes. “I haven’t really been tending to things⁠—”

“Couldn’t give less of a shit. Now grab the headboard, and sit.” I latch onto her ass and pull her up toward my mouth. “On.” Fucking hell. She’s glistening for me. “My.” I bury my face between her legs and take a long, leisurely lick up her parted, wet pussy lips, nosing her underwear to the side to give me total access to exactly what I want. “Face.” Her entire body shudders when I whisper the word against her swollen clit, and I’m praying she listens to me. My neck is cramping where I’m having to tilt forward to flutter my tongue against her, but I’ll happily book a massage when she’s satiated.

When she bucks her hips in my hold and bumps my face with her pussy, I moan. “Yes, just like that.” She gasps, then finally—finally—sits on my face. I hold her by her curvy thighs, then run my hands up her hips and cup her generous breasts. Literally my dream woman.

“Oh, yes. God, yes.” Paige starts moving when I shove my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while I use my nose on her clit. My cock is leaking, and I think I’m going to come already. “Right.” She bucks her hips again, riding my tongue, my nose, my whole fucking face. “There. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” Her movements begin to falter, so I grasp her hips again and move her over my face, keeping the rhythm she had before. She begins to moan, a low keening sound filling the room.

I erupt as her flavor fills my mouth, unable to hold back my own pleasure at the undeniable proof of hers. She slows down, then stills, panting above me. “Oh my God. That was … Holy cow, Trevor.” She lifts off me, to my eternal disappointment. I’d walk around with her straddling my face every day. “Oh.” I open my eyes to see she’s looking at the mess I made. “Did you—because I⁠—”

I’m sprawled out on the bed, peace and exhaustion filling every part of my body. “Mmhmm.” I fling my hand to the side, latch onto her arm, and pull her into me. “Be a good girl and tuck my cock away, then come here.”

“Trevor.” Her tone is admonishing, but she follows my directions beautifully. I tense when she doesn’t immediately tuck herself back into my side. I close my eyes and wait for her rejection—the words she’ll use to tell me this means nothing. The pain I can expect to feel next, but instead, my world snags the blanket rumpled in the corner and covers both of us, snuggling into my side with a contented sigh.

“We can take a short nap, but then we need to finish cleaning up after dinner.” She leans up and kisses my cheek, then settles fully into my hold. I don’t even care that I’m still dressed. I don’t care that I’m covered in both of our releases. There’s only one thing left I want, desperately.

“Paige?”