29. Van #3
Somewhere along the way, her pajama top came off. I tossed it aside and sat back long enough to look at her.
Lee immediately frowned. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You staring.”
“I’ve got eyes.”
“Van.”
I laughed and kissed her before she could start fussing.
Pregnancy had made her breasts sensitive enough that the first time my thumb brushed one nipple, her whole body jumped. I slowed down, watching her face.
“You good?”
“Don’t stop.”
I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, and the sound she made went straight through me. Her back lifted off the bed while her fingers slid over the back of my head.
I moved my hand down between us and slipped it inside her pajama bottoms.
“Damn, Lee.”
She was already wet. Her hips pushed against my hand while I rubbed my fingers over her clit, and I had to shift my weight because my dick was hard enough to hurt.
Her eyes widened when she felt how hard I was against her thigh, but she didn’t say anything. I kept my hand between her legs, rubbing her slowly while her hips pressed closer into my palm.
I kissed her again before pulling her pajama bottoms down and tossing them toward the floor. When I settled between her legs, Lee propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me.
“What you doing?”
I looked up at her. “Helping.”
“Van.”
“I told you I could help.”
I lowered my mouth to her before she could say anything else. The first taste of her had me gripping her thigh harder than I meant to. I loosened my hand and took my time, keeping my attention where she reacted the most. Every time I circled my tongue over her clit, her legs tightened around me.
“Ohhh, Van.”
Hearing my name like that nearly made me lose focus. I slid my tongue lower, then came right back to her clit before she could get used to anything. Her hips started moving against my mouth, and I held her steady with one hand while the other worked between her legs.
“That’s it,” I told her. “Quit fighting it.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
I kept my mouth on her, working her clit until her thighs started tightening around my head. Every time she got close, I eased off just enough to keep her there, then went right back to it.
Lee was already shaking when I slid my tongue lower. The second I licked around her ass, her whole body jerked.
“Oh, fuck, Van.”
I kept my thumb moving over her clit while my tongue stayed lower, and whatever shock she felt didn’t last long. Her legs opened wider, one hand grabbing at the sheets while the other pressed against the back of my head.
“Right there,” she breathed. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I didn’t. I kept the same pressure on her clit while my tongue went back and forth from her pussy to her ass, and every time I licked her lower, she damn near came off the bed. Her hips started moving on their own, faster every time I circled my thumb, until she suddenly went stiff underneath me.
“Van, I’m finna…”
She didn’t finish. Her whole body tightened, and then she came hard enough to make a mess underneath us. I held onto her thighs and kept going until she started pushing weakly at my shoulder.
“Okay,” she gasped. “Damn.”
I sat back and wiped my mouth while she stared at the ceiling trying to catch her breath.
After a few seconds, Lee looked down toward the bed and her eyes widened.
“What the fuck?”
I followed her eyes and laughed.
She looked at me. “I’ma have to change my sheets. My pussy ain’t never did no shit like that before.”
“You’ve never squirted?”
“No.” She dropped back against the pillows. “These damn pregnancy hormones got my pussy acting different.”
“Don’t blame the hormones.”
Lee looked at me.
I climbed back over her. “I’m just good at what I do.”
“See, now you doing too much.”
She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down before I could say anything else. The kiss got heated fast, and Lee started moving against me before I had completely settled over her. My dick pressed between us, and when her hips shifted again, I had to pull back.
“Lee.”
“What?”
“If you’re not trying to fuck, I really need you to chill.”
She stopped moving. “I’m trying not to.”
“Then stop rubbing on me like you changed your mind.”
Lee laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I almost did.”
I looked straight at her. “Almost?”
“Don’t get excited.”
“Too late.”
She pushed at my chest. “Move.”
I laughed and rolled off her before either one of us changed our mind about where this was stopping.
Lee pulled the blanket over herself and settled back against the pillows while I lay there trying to process how the hell I had come over because she blocked me and somehow ended up between her legs less than an hour later.
After a minute, she turned her head toward me. “You still blocked, by the way.”
I looked at her. “You’re lying.”
Lee reached toward the nightstand for her phone. “Watch me.”
I grabbed it before she could unlock it.
“Van, give me my phone.”
“Unblock me first.”
She started laughing and reached across me for it. “Give me my damn phone.”
I held it farther out of reach. “Unblock me.”
And just like that, we were right back to arguing.