33. It’s all You
thirty-three
It’s all You
Dylan
“ L eah, you coming out?” I call from the living room down the hall.
“Yeah. Give me a second.”
She came home from shopping with Amy and told me she wanted to show me what she got. I figured she’d just do a little fashion show of maternity clothes or something. But she disappeared 25 minutes ago, and I haven’t seen her since. I’m pretty sure I heard the shower running.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine. And I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Alright,” I say low enough so only I can hear.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Promise not to laugh?”
Why the fuck would I laugh?
“I promise.”
I hear her bedroom door slowly creak open and her feet walk down the hall. When she steps into the living room, my jaw falls open.
Leah looks fucking stunning. She’s wearing a black see-through little number that’s tight around her chest but looser on the stomach. It comes down to just above her waist, so I can see her pussy peeking out the bottom.
As much as I love her pussy, I can barely drag my eyes from her tits. The lingerie has a ribbon that ties just below her chest, pushing her boobs up and together. Through the thin material, I can see the outline of her perfect pink nipples underneath.
I make eye contact with her and notice her winged liner. She also has dark red lipstick, and her hair is perfectly crazy and tousled.
I feel like an asshole for noticing her face after her chest.
“Well?” She asks. “What do you think? Does it look ridiculous?”
“No. You look fucking amazing.”
“Are you sure?” She twirls around in a circle, and I see her plump ass hanging out the back.
“I’m positive.” I jump off the couch and walk to her. When I see how invested she is in my answer, something occurs to me. “Did you buy this for me?”
She looks down at the outfit. “Well, I tried it on in the store and realized how great my rack looked. I felt kind of sexy. I figured if I liked it, maybe you would too.”
“You guessed right.” I lean down and take her face in my hands. “How about you and I go to the bedroom, and I can show you just how sexy? ”
She grabs my cock through my jeans. “How about you show me right here?”
I use one hand to slide between her legs. With one finger, I pull the top down so that I have access to her nipples. I take my time licking and sucking each one.
“Fuck, Dylan. I could probably come just from you doing that.”
I’m fully prepared to make that happen, but she moans, “I need more.”
“Bend over the couch,” I command.
She does, and I make a mental image of her big ass up in the air with her pretty pussy poking out from her cheeks. I spread her legs apart a little so that I can bury my face in her wetness. I start by licking her clit, tracing circles around it with my tongue. When I flick it against the little pearl in the center, her moans turn into loud cries. I do it a few times, but she seems too sensitive to take anymore, so I change it up.
I move my thumb to her clit, giving it some more attention while I move my tongue to her entrance. Sliding it inside, I slowly fuck it in and out of her.
“Oh, God, Dylan! Just like that!”
I love how vocal she is—never afraid to ask for what she wants.
I make sure not to move or change a thing. I know she needs it just like this to be able to come. Even though I’m getting an insane cramp in my tongue, I keep going, determined to finish her.
Soon enough, I finally send her over the edge. Her body quakes as shivers of pleasure shoot through her limbs. I feel her tightening around my tongue and taste her release .
“You taste so fucking good,” I say, lapping up her juices.
As I lean back, she turns around with a familiar wicked grin on her lips. I love that grin because it shows all of her confidence. I know that pregnancy has been a lot of adjustment for her, and sometimes, she may question how sexy she is. But I’ll always be here to remind her.
Seeing that smile shows me that she is back to feeling herself. It also tells me she’s about to take me on a wild ride.
Quickly, she unbuttons my jeans and yanks them off before doing the same thing to my shirt. When I’m naked, she pushes me down so that I’m sitting.
Pushing my legs apart, she gets on her knees. Her green eyes lock onto mine as my cock disappears into her mouth. Her tongue ring slides across the head, driving me crazy.
I push her hair out of the way, so that I can see every inch of her beautiful face.
I put my thumb on her cheek to slow her down for a second.
“Everything okay?” She asks with a couple soft kisses to the tip.
“Just don’t want to forget how perfect you look right now.”
There’s that wicked little grin again. “I’ve got an idea.”
“What’s that?”
She reaches over onto the coffee table and grabs my phone. Handing it to me, she says, “Record it.”
“Huh?” I ask in disbelief.
“Make a little movie of me sucking your cock. That way, you’ll never forget, and you can watch it whenever you want.”
“Fuck, Leah. I don’t think you could possibly be any sexier. ”
I’ve done a lot with women over the years. Want me to tie you up? Done. Want me to use toys? No problem. Public sex? Absolutely.
But I’ve never had a woman want to make our own porn together.
Fuck, I’m not complaining, though. With a video of Leah, I’d never need to watch internet porn again.
I open the camera app and press record. I center her face on the screen to get the perfect view. My cock slides in and out of her mouth between her red lips while her big eyes stare up at me. It takes everything I have not to blow my load. I hold on for dear life as she sucks me like it’s her fucking job.
Just when I’m close, she pulls out and moves her attention to my balls. Slowly, jerking me with one hand, she runs her tongue across the sensitive skin below.
I’m still trying to record, but at this point, I’m not even sure what I’m filming. I can barely concentrate on anything besides how good it feels. I try to make sure to get a shot of her ass poking out, but I have no idea if I get any of it.
When I’m just about to fall apart, she stands up and turns around. Facing away from me, she sits down on my cock. I have the perfect view of her ass as she starts bouncing up and down. Her cheeks jiggle with every move. I toss the phone down because I’m going to need both hands for this. She braces herself on my knees so she can slide me in and out from tip to balls.
“God damnit, girl,” I moan. “That feels so fucking good.”
I tell her I’m close to try to get her to slow down, but it just pushes her to bounce even faster. Not able to hold it anymore, I come so hard that I’m pretty sure I pull a muscle in my side.
She leans back against me as we struggle to catch our breaths.
“So…” she says. “You like the outfit, huh?”
“Love it. But I have news for you, gorgeous. It’s not the outfit turning me on. It’s all you, Leah.”