Chapter 29
twenty-nine
patton
Suck On It Like It’s A French Toast Popsicle
Her dress is hiked all the way up her thighs, her legs parted and straddling my lap. The scent of her arousal sweetens the air between us as my tongue snakes into her mouth, making her hum in agreement. I swear I live for her hums of pleasure, the sounds that say what entire sentences can’t.
Having said our goodbyes to the newlyweds and our friends as fast as possible, we rushed back to our hotel suite in record time.
Her lips were on me the second we got inside. And before long, my girl was taking charge, pushing me onto the sofa before climbing into my lap, ravenous for my touch.
I cup the back of her neck, driving my fingers into her hair as my other hand skims her side. I brush the soft skin of her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up further, my lips continuing to devour hers.
My hand rounds the globe of her ass, and it’s then that I notice it . . .
She’s not wearing panties.
I take a shaky breath and drop my gaze to where her bare pussy glistens between us. My nostrils flare. “Tell me you were wearing panties during the reception.”
She twirls a strand of her hair, blinking up at me with feigned innocence. “This pregnancy has made me so forgetful . . .”
“Nisha.”
She giggles, brushing her lips along my jaw as her fingers thread through my hair. “Calm down, Mr. Jealous-and-Possessive. I slid them off when we got inside.”
My fingers clasp her chin, pulling her mouth back to mine. “That’s fucking more like it.” My other hand trails down, fingers teasing her slit and making her whimper. “This pussy stays hidden from everyone but me. Got that?”
“We’re going to have a baby, you big Neanderthal. Pretty sure there will be others looking at my vagina.”
“Fine, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I’m coming to every appointment. Gotta keep my eye on anyone who gets too handsy.”
Nisha rolls her eyes exasperatedly, but there’s a smile on her lips when they find mine again. And then, in an instant, all the teasing flies out the window, leaving nothing but heat and desire behind.
My hands roam the curves I’ve memorized as her fingers dig into my shoulders, and our bodies writhe together in a rhythm all our own.
Her hands skim up my chest and, without unlocking our lips, she pushes off my suit jacket, throwing it behind her, before tearing at my shirt like someone possessed.
Once it’s unbuttoned and lying in the same heap, she drags her lips down my neck, peppering in tiny moans as she kisses and licks my skin.
Her hips roll over my bulge as her mouth skirts down to my pecs, her thumb teasing one nipple as the tip of her tongue plays with the other. She lets out a soft laugh when my hands tighten on her thighs and my abs contract, knowing exactly how she’s affecting me.
“You like that?”
My jaw tightens as I struggle to keep my body in check, praying to God I don’t come with just her hands and lips on me. “You know I do.”
She scoots off my lap, getting on her knees in front of me, and I immediately start to protest. She’s fucking carrying my child, the last thing I want is for her to be on her knees for me.
My heart clenches at the sight of her—so breathtaking and so completely mine.
Every flutter of her lashes, every curved smile, every fucking heartbeat feels like it belongs to me, and I ache to show her how much I’m hers in return.
Fuck, I’ll happily spend the rest of my life on my knees, worshipping at her altar, because she deserves nothing less.
But before I can say anything, her index finger presses over my lips, telling me she still wants to be in charge. Pushing my legs apart, she starts to unbuckle my belt, and before my brain engages again, she has my pants and boxer briefs pulled off.
My cock shows no sign of shame, lying thick and hard over my abs, twitching when she licks her lips.
“I need your hands on me, baby,” I croak.
She doesn’t waste another second, scooting in close and grabbing my shaft with both hands. The warmth of her small palms around my velvet skin has my balls pulling in tight.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my head tilting back against the top of the sofa. It’d been years since I’d been inside a woman before I got back with Nisha, and it’s been years since someone has touched me like this.
Bringing it to her lips, she darts her tongue out, dragging it over my tip to taste the pearls of pre-cum there, making my abs contract.
“Mmm.” There’s that hum again. “You taste good.”
“Yeah? You want more?”
Her eyes stay locked on mine with every movement, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest sight I’ve seen. And now that I have her here, her arms resting on my lap and her head hovering over my raging hard-on, all I want to do is mess up that cherry lipstick so it’s smeared all over her lips and my cock.
“I want everything you can give me.”
A haze drifts over my sight, mind, and senses as my heart rate ticks up. “Good. Because that’s exactly what I plan to do. Now, spit on it.”
Her eyes flare at the command, but a sexy smile draws up her lips. Dipping her head, she does just that, spitting on the tip and watching as it pools at her fingers. Her lashes flutter before her eyes draw back up to my face, awaiting more instructions.
“Suck on it like it’s a French toast popsicle.”
She giggles, but like the good fucking girl she is, she stuffs me into her mouth, sucking in as much of me as she can take.
I draw in a breath, feeling her tongue rolling over my length. Her cheeks hollow out, and she makes a sound so guttural, my hand reaches out to fist her hair. It feels so fucking good, I’ll be shocked if I can last even two minutes.
She continues to bob over me, making slurping noises like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted while her hand drifts down to play with my balls.
And when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, practically gagging, I know I won’t be able to make this last unless I pull out of her.
But, fuck, a part of me considers not doing so with the way she’s stroking and sucking me.
Sitting forward, I pull on her hair until her pouty mouth comes off me and her questioning eyes meet mine. Jesus, fuck, her swollen and ravished lips, with that lipstick smeared around her pretty mouth, are a vision I’ll never forget.
My voice sounds raw and husky even to my own ears. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
“But—”
“I will gladly have you suck my cock any day of the fucking week, but today, I need to finish inside you.”
Her eyes are half-lidded when she nods.
I carry her bridal style to the bed and lay her down. I take in the soft curves of her hips, the wetness that coats her inner thighs, and the swollen pussy just waiting for me to fill it.
Her hips haven’t filled out yet, as I suspect they will, the same way her stomach will swell in the coming weeks, making her look even more beautiful than she does right now. Which honestly feels like an impossibility.
Her finger crooks, beckoning me forward. “You planning to do anything more than stare at me all night?”
“I’m memorizing the way you look before I ravish you in all the ways running through my head.”
“Might want to hurry up then, Hollywood, or I’m going to have to finish this all on my own.”
I gently pull her down the mattress so her ass is on the edge. Getting down on my knees the way I wanted to earlier, I nudge her legs apart. “Sweetheart, the only thing you’ll be doing is begging me not to stop.”
Dragging the tips of two of my fingers through her slit, I circle her entrance before I lay my tongue over her clit, rolling it until she’s restless and whimpering. I suck her hard bud into my mouth as I glide my fingers inside her, loving the way her pussy molds to them.
Nisha tips her head back, her fingers tugging at the strands of my hair. “Oh, God, Patton. That feels so good. Your mouth . . . oh, my God.”
I pump my fingers in and out before I draw them forward, brushing down the front of her walls just the way she likes. She writhes and mumbles, placing her feet on my shoulders as I bite and suck her folds into my mouth before I tease her clit with my teeth.
My cock begs to join the fun, so with my fingers buried inside her and my mouth still feasting on her, I give him a few tugs, not satiating his need but keeping him entertained.
Nisha moans as her hands find her tits. She pinches her nipples as she arches her back, chasing more of my mouth and touch.
I lave her needy heat, lapping at her juices while siphoning out soft cries with each drive of my fingers.
It’s right when her walls give a quick flutter and I know she’s close that I drag my fingers out of her, sucking them clean so as to not waste a drop of her juices. I climb onto the bed, chuckling when she whines.
She’s not a fan of me edging her, but she knows there’s a silent promise there to make it good for her when it happens.
I hover over her on a forearm, rubbing her slit before rolling my fingers at her opening. “You doing okay?”
She nods with an exhale. “Yes.”
“You’ll tell me if anything doesn’t feel good?”
“Yes, I promise.”
My eyes skim her features, lingering on the way her mouth falls open when I dip my fingers inside her once more. She is exquisite and has only gotten more beautiful over time.
“Good. Then open up wide for me, baby. I need to fuck you.”
With her legs spread wide, Nisha takes me in, her slick heat clenching around my cock as I push in deeper until I’m buried to the hilt. The sound of her pleasure rips a groan out of me. And when my eyes find hers and our hard breaths mingle, the mood shifts between us.
Gone is the playfulness from a few moments ago, replaced by the declarations we made today, the vows we made seven years ago, and the promises our bodies are making now.