Craving Absolution
Page 71
I’d failed more times than I could count.
I was still failing, and for some reason I couldn’t name, it felt like something was coming and I had no clue how to prepare for it.
I turned my head to the side to check the clock, surprised to find it was already close to ten. Farrah had been sleeping for almost three hours already. Apparently the sex hadn’t worked to get her labor started. Poor thing, she was miserable. My little princess needed to get a move on before Farrah completely lost it.
I was debating whether I should get up and make her something to eat, or let her sleep, when she began to stir.
“Hey, handsome,” she called sleepily, moving her hands out of my armpit. “Did you get any sleep?”
I shook my head, and couldn’t help but smile as she crinkled her nose at me. Why was that so fucking cute?
“You’ve just been watching me sleep like a creeper?”
“Pretty much.”
She thought about it for a minute, then smiled and nodded. “I’m okay with that.”
“You hungry, Ladybug?” I asked, running one finger down her cheek and into her mouth. God, her lips had been killing me since they’d started to swell up a couple weeks before. I wanted them around my cock.
She sucked my finger into her mouth, smiling around it.
Game on.
“Hands and knees, baby,” I ordered, then waited for her to comply before climbing to my knees.
Her eyes were sleepy, looking half-drunk and mysterious, and I wondered if I’d ever completely know the woman in front of me.
I pulled her hair gently from her face as I knelt in front of her, gathering it into a ponytail and wrapping my fingers around it. When she licked her lips, I shuddered.
“Keep your hands on the bed, Ladybug,” I warned her. “I don’t want you to fall.”
I slid one hand over her shoulder, making my way to where my cock rested against my belly, but before I could push it level with her mouth, she’d leaned forward, pulling against the grip I had on her hair to suck one of my balls into her mouth.
“Motherfucker!” I hissed, making her laugh. The vibration of it was like a jolt to my already sensitive cock and it flexed, bobbing against my stomach. “Holy hell, baby,” I said with a groan.
She switched to the other side, humming quietly, and my head snapped back. God, that felt incredible.
When she pulled back, it took me a second to get with the program. She tilted her head back as far as it would go to meet my eyes, and the smile on her face made me want to cry like a bitch. She was happy, and it was the first time I’d seen that look on her face in a long fucking time.
“You set the pace,” I said, pushing my cock down to her lips. “Don’t want you to choke.”
She pulled me into her mouth, using her tongue to rub over the sensitive spot right under the head, and I huffed out a shaky breath. She knew exactly what I liked, and there was something to be said about learning a person for months. The sex—any type or variation—just got better and better.
I cupped her face gently, rubbing my thumb over her lips where they were stretched around me.
“Sexy as fuck,” I said.
Swaying her hips, she bobbed back and forth, pulling back until she could lick the tip and then sliding forward until I was as far back into her throat as she could stand. She could go deeper, she’d done it before, but I didn’t care. It was her show, and while I loved the silky feeling at the back of her throat, I had absolutely no complaints.
My balls drew up tight, and I relished the feeling for a moment before pulling out of her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as she tried to follow.
“No more, Ladybug.” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “Lay down.”
She pouted as she followed my direction and lay down on her side, and if my jaw hadn’t been clenched tight enough to crack a tooth, I would have smiled.
I leaned down to kiss her, and my cock jumped when she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Reaching behind her, I drew one of her legs up so I could run my fingers over her pussy. Wet. Fuck me.
“You like sucking my cock?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
“I’ve missed him,” she answered with a shrug.
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. How had we gone so long without this?
“Lift your arm up,” I whispered, running my lips up her side. Once her top arm was lying relaxed over her head, I leaned back to take her in.
She was on her left side, her belly resting against the bed, one leg slightly bent, and the other pulled up until her thigh touched her belly. One of her arms was curled under her, pillowing her head, and the other was lifted high, showing off her fucking fantastic tits.
They’d grown a lot. More than I could have ever imagined. They were so big that they sloped toward the bed, resting against each other, something they wouldn’t have done before she was pregnant. Her nipples and areolas were darker too, and they’d grown right along with the rest of her tits.
I decided right then that as soon as she had the baby and I didn’t have to worry about her on her back for too long, I was going to fuck those tits.
“You want me here?” I asked, running my fingers over her clit and pinching it hard. “Or here?” I slid two fingers inside her. “Or here?” I pulled my fingers back, running them lightly over the small pucker of her ass.
She moaned long and deep, arched her back, and groaned. “Fuck me.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I was still failing, and for some reason I couldn’t name, it felt like something was coming and I had no clue how to prepare for it.
I turned my head to the side to check the clock, surprised to find it was already close to ten. Farrah had been sleeping for almost three hours already. Apparently the sex hadn’t worked to get her labor started. Poor thing, she was miserable. My little princess needed to get a move on before Farrah completely lost it.
I was debating whether I should get up and make her something to eat, or let her sleep, when she began to stir.
“Hey, handsome,” she called sleepily, moving her hands out of my armpit. “Did you get any sleep?”
I shook my head, and couldn’t help but smile as she crinkled her nose at me. Why was that so fucking cute?
“You’ve just been watching me sleep like a creeper?”
“Pretty much.”
She thought about it for a minute, then smiled and nodded. “I’m okay with that.”
“You hungry, Ladybug?” I asked, running one finger down her cheek and into her mouth. God, her lips had been killing me since they’d started to swell up a couple weeks before. I wanted them around my cock.
She sucked my finger into her mouth, smiling around it.
Game on.
“Hands and knees, baby,” I ordered, then waited for her to comply before climbing to my knees.
Her eyes were sleepy, looking half-drunk and mysterious, and I wondered if I’d ever completely know the woman in front of me.
I pulled her hair gently from her face as I knelt in front of her, gathering it into a ponytail and wrapping my fingers around it. When she licked her lips, I shuddered.
“Keep your hands on the bed, Ladybug,” I warned her. “I don’t want you to fall.”
I slid one hand over her shoulder, making my way to where my cock rested against my belly, but before I could push it level with her mouth, she’d leaned forward, pulling against the grip I had on her hair to suck one of my balls into her mouth.
“Motherfucker!” I hissed, making her laugh. The vibration of it was like a jolt to my already sensitive cock and it flexed, bobbing against my stomach. “Holy hell, baby,” I said with a groan.
She switched to the other side, humming quietly, and my head snapped back. God, that felt incredible.
When she pulled back, it took me a second to get with the program. She tilted her head back as far as it would go to meet my eyes, and the smile on her face made me want to cry like a bitch. She was happy, and it was the first time I’d seen that look on her face in a long fucking time.
“You set the pace,” I said, pushing my cock down to her lips. “Don’t want you to choke.”
She pulled me into her mouth, using her tongue to rub over the sensitive spot right under the head, and I huffed out a shaky breath. She knew exactly what I liked, and there was something to be said about learning a person for months. The sex—any type or variation—just got better and better.
I cupped her face gently, rubbing my thumb over her lips where they were stretched around me.
“Sexy as fuck,” I said.
Swaying her hips, she bobbed back and forth, pulling back until she could lick the tip and then sliding forward until I was as far back into her throat as she could stand. She could go deeper, she’d done it before, but I didn’t care. It was her show, and while I loved the silky feeling at the back of her throat, I had absolutely no complaints.
My balls drew up tight, and I relished the feeling for a moment before pulling out of her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as she tried to follow.
“No more, Ladybug.” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “Lay down.”
She pouted as she followed my direction and lay down on her side, and if my jaw hadn’t been clenched tight enough to crack a tooth, I would have smiled.
I leaned down to kiss her, and my cock jumped when she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Reaching behind her, I drew one of her legs up so I could run my fingers over her pussy. Wet. Fuck me.
“You like sucking my cock?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
“I’ve missed him,” she answered with a shrug.
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. How had we gone so long without this?
“Lift your arm up,” I whispered, running my lips up her side. Once her top arm was lying relaxed over her head, I leaned back to take her in.
She was on her left side, her belly resting against the bed, one leg slightly bent, and the other pulled up until her thigh touched her belly. One of her arms was curled under her, pillowing her head, and the other was lifted high, showing off her fucking fantastic tits.
They’d grown a lot. More than I could have ever imagined. They were so big that they sloped toward the bed, resting against each other, something they wouldn’t have done before she was pregnant. Her nipples and areolas were darker too, and they’d grown right along with the rest of her tits.
I decided right then that as soon as she had the baby and I didn’t have to worry about her on her back for too long, I was going to fuck those tits.
“You want me here?” I asked, running my fingers over her clit and pinching it hard. “Or here?” I slid two fingers inside her. “Or here?” I pulled my fingers back, running them lightly over the small pucker of her ass.
She moaned long and deep, arched her back, and groaned. “Fuck me.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
