“Baby, I have a photographic memory, doubly so when it comes to your hot, wet, very tight pussy,” Marshall growled in my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe sending skyrockets to my core. Humming with need and desire, I tilted my head to the side and looked at Marshall through hooded eyes.
“Then let’s go home now.”
***
Walking down the hallway of my house behind Marshall, well, being dragged behind Marshall down the hall, doubts started to surface. Five months ago, I was forty-nine kilograms, and there was no baby bump, no massive breasts. No stretch marks marring my stomach and hips. Five months ago, I didn’t feel the need to throw up every minute, what if he wanted me to give him a blow-job? That night I had been more than happy to, but now … I had trouble keeping a lollipop in my mouth without gagging. The other morning, I dry retched while brushing my teeth. How was I going to handle his nine-inch penis? Yes, I knew it was nine inches, at university maths was one of my best subjects other than sciences, judging distance and measurements were both easy for me.
Marshall’s shaft was long and thick, a tricky combination when you suddenly developed a gagging problem. What if he hit the back of my throat and I vomit all over him? That would not be pleasant for either of us.
“I can almost hear your mind going a hundred mile an hour, Addy,” Marshall commented dryly, leading me into the bedroom, the huge king-size bed not at all hard to miss. Yep, it was still there; it wasn’t a dream, he really did replace my old double for that monstrosity.
Tearing my eyes away I instead looked at Marshall’s chest. Tonight, he wore a soft grey tee with SONS written across it. I was yet to ask him about that, he had several items with that, and Team FIVE splashed on the front. I gathered it had something to do with his military career.
“Um, yeah, you see, things have … changed with me,” I started to explain, but Marshall cut me off.
“You can change your mind Addy, I am not about forcing you into anything. If you don’t want—”
“No, no, it isn’t that. I want to, you know, have … sex. It’s just that I have extra … enhancements to my body now. And I seem to have developed a bit of an aversion to having things in my … mouth,” I explained lamely, feeling like an inexperienced teenager.
“Baby, come here.” Marshall pulled me gently to stand in front of him, sitting down on the bed he opened his legs for me to stand in between them. Even with him sitting, he still came face to face with me. I didn’t think I was really short until I met Marshall; it never occurred to me to consider that I was a short-arse. But I was.
“Listen to me and hear what I am saying. You are in control of when we make love,” Marshall told me, holding me by the hips, “to be perfectly blunt, I am hard as a steel pipe around you ninety-nine percent of the time. For five days, I have sported a constant hard-on, which means your body now is just as sexy to me as it was five months ago.”
“You sucking my cock isn’t a requirement to get me off, I don’t expect you to do that. If you want to lick me like I lick your pussy, then that is more than fine with me; if you can’t, then I am okay with that too. Just looking at you makes me ready, okay?” Marshall gave my hips a gentle squeeze, his words, though very direct and to the point, calmed my anxiety levels enormously. But he wasn’t finished, oh no, not Marshall.
“Now, one more thing I want to make clear, so we don’t have this conversation again. You and me,” Marshall waved one hand between us, “it’s about making love. We aren’t using one another for a cheap thrill; this isn’t a wham-bam, thank you ma’am kind of a deal. We are sharing a house, a bed and a life. The L word isn’t there for you yet, and I accept that, but I don’t want you to cheapen what is happening here. Get me?”
I stared wide-eyed at the man before me and wondered not for the first time where the hell he came from. Men didn’t talk like that, did they? Weren’t they happy when a woman didn’t want mushy romantic crap thrown at them? The men I had experience with certainly thought they caught a break when I didn’t expect anything emotionally from them. It was just … well, sex. Me leaving them in the morning would be like a gift from the Lord himself, happy that they didn’t have to deal with tears and begging; sex with no expectations. Marshall was the complete opposite; he wanted the baggage and all the trimmings.
“Um, okay?” My reply came out more like a question than an agreement, but come on how the hell was I supposed to reply. In all my years, I had never met a man more willing to jump into a relationship and parenthood. He seemed too good to be true, and what was all that about the L word? I wasn’t there yet; did that mean he was?
Oh god, this is too much for me to digest, he was too mentally organised, unless I was in my element at the clinic where everything came naturally to me, all the other parts of being an adult female were a little lost on me.
“This is very overwhelming Marshall; maybe we should take a step or two back.” My suggestion obviously getting lost in translation because suddenly, Marshall let go of my hips and moved to get up.
“Fine, you’re in control here. We can wait until you are ready.”
“No! I didn’t mean it like that; I just meant can we forget about — oh, fudge it.” Grabbing the hem of my maternity tee, I quickly pulled it up over my head and tossed it on the floor behind me. “I want to make love Marshall; I just meant can we leave the discussions for another time.” Standing there before him in my bra and jeans, nervousness crept in. There was no escaping my bump and the red marks. As well as being short, I was not all that big either; the baby was making him or herself a rather large home inside there, stretching my body like it had never been before.
“Jesus Christ, you are perfection,” Marshall declared reverently, suddenly dropping to his knees right in front of me. Surprising me by kissing the ugly red welts first before placing his warm lips on my belly, his hands cupping my stomach where our baby laid safe and hopefully healthy.
“Hey, Sproggo, I can’t wait to meet you little one. You are already very loved.”
Tears pricked my eyes, hearing Marshall talking so gently to our baby, for all his intensity, which I loved, his soft side was my favourite– his touches, the way he made sure I was fed and happy. More and more, he was worming his way in and times like this one; I was totally helpless to stop him if I even wanted to stop him. That wasn’t going to happen if he kept—
“What are you doing?” I panted, when Marshall dropped his hands from my belly to the button of my jeans, popping it open.
“What I have been dreaming of doing since I woke up alone that morning.” Marshall’s growl sending shivers right through me. Speechless, I stood as still as possible, watching his large hands pull down my zipper and slowly open the flap of denim to reveal my silky underwear.
“We rushed to get undressed that night, but not now. This time I am going to reveal and kiss every inch—” hands slipped inside my jeans sliding over the silk material taking the denim down my hip bones but not further “— of your body, until you beg me to stop.” Leaning forward, Marshall pressed a kiss to where my waist once existed, then a little lower just where the elastic of my panties met my bare skin.
“Then I am going to start all over again,” Marshall promised, pushing my jeans down a little further over my hips, his hands splayed on the sides of my thighs.
“I, ah … I accept … that,” I stuttered in between moans of pleasure.
“There are those moans that haunt my dreams, I fucking love the sounds you make Sweet Cheeks.”
My tongue doubled in size in my mouth, making it impossible for me to form words. Never before had I been seduced like this, ever. Marshall wasn’t wrong when he said we rushed certain parts of our lovemaking. We had been too much in a rush to get naked and down to it. We barely had time to take notice of anything else. Both of us had been looking to forget the devastation the bushfires caused to go slow.
Well, Marshall was certainly making up for that oversight. I just hoped his exploration didn’t render me bo
neless before I could make it to the bed.
A small groan left my throat when my jeans fell to my feet, exposing the tiny panties I wore. Despite being pregnant, I still liked to wear lace and silk, and my undergarments were an indulgence. I shouldn’t spend money on them considering my loan payments every month. However, with a mind for budgeting, I managed to find inexpensive items online. I trolled the sales sites for clothes, saving myself precious dollars.
“Hmmm, Sweet Cheeks, these are some very sexy panties. What do you call this colour?” Marshall’s question stumped me for a brief moment. What colour? Did he really want to know that now?
“Umm … they are teal,” I informed him, surprising myself with my thought capacity, especially when I felt a finger slip under the elastic band covering my bottom. One long finger traced a path across my cheek, making my legs start to shake.
“Oh, that’s … nice,” I hummed, putting my hands on Marshall’s broad shoulders for support. His other hand mimicked the first one, soothing fingers caressed my bottom.
“Hmmm, that it is, Sweet Cheeks. Very, very nice, Sweet Cheeks.” A wicked grin crossed Marshall’s face, making me eager and nervous for what was coming next.
Spearing my fingers through the longer hair on the top of Marshall’s head, I combed them down to the shave sides, revelling in the fact I could touch him like this again. Our first time together, he allowed me to do anything I pleased, and I remember taking full advantage of his generosity.
Now though, I was beyond aroused. From months of pent-up sexual frustration, coupled with out of control hormones, I felt like my body wasn’t my own. It craved things I never bothered with before. Before I met Marshall and he showed me how my body could react to the right man.
Gripping his head by the ears, I tilted his face up to look at me.
“Kiss me, Marshall, please kiss me down there,” I pleaded, my voice strained and needy.
A low groan left Marshall as he slid my knickers down my thighs, the scrap of material puddling at my feet with my discarded jeans.
“Sit baby,” Marshall demanded in a ragged voice. A thrill shot through me that this was affecting him as much as it as me. He still had his black jeans on, so I was yet to see the magnificence hidden inside, but if my memory was any good, I knew exactly what he was packing.
Shuffling awkwardly with my pants down around my feet, Marshall guided me back until my knees hit the mattress of our new bed.
“Careful, Sweet Cheeks.” Helping me sit down, Marshall yanked off my pants, and knickers then dropped to his knees again and quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing his perfect torso. His jeans stayed on, but I was far from disappointed. Marshall wasn’t overly bulky; his lean build enhanced by muscular biceps and a six-pack that lead down to a perfect V. And, unlike Bastian, there was no sign of tattoos. Not that I had anything against ink, I had a tattoo at the small of my back and one on my shoulder blade, but it was nice to see his lightly tanned skin was unmarred, so I could appreciate the perfection that was all him.
“Do you want my tongue in here, baby?” Marshall slowly ran one hand up my calf, over my knee and along the inside of my thigh, gently parting my legs, so my bare pussy was exposed. The zing of tingles his touch left kept me from being embarrassed that the most private part of me was open to his eyes. Eyes that were darkening more by the second, turning me on even more, if that was even possible.
“Please,” I keened, my leg shaking involuntarily in anticipation of his tongue licking me again. The first time he did it, we didn’t really take time to … well, take our time. I only managed a few swallows of his cock before he growled then pulled me off him. I hope I can do that again to him; it would be a crying shame if I had to wait until after the pregnancy to get that luscious morsel in my mouth again.
“Baby, what are you thinking?” Marshall asked teasingly, stroking the outside of my lips, not dipping inside … yet.
“Um … I’m ah … thinking about … oh, god yes. I really want your … cock in my mouth!” I stammered, the last word coming out as a shout when Marshall’s finger slipped between my lips and into my entrance.
“Hmmm, maybe we should wait and see how you cope with this first baby.” Without so much as a warning, Marshall leaned forward, and without a moment of hesitation opened me with his thumbs and attacked the exposed flesh. My head fell back on my shoulders, my mouth opened, and a long, high-pitched wail came out. This was not like how I remembered, and this was so, so, so, much more than better. Marshall’s tongue licked and swiped along my opening one second, then three seconds later, he switched his tongue from licking to poking inside my hole. His desperate moans of pleasure vibrating all the way to my core.
“Fuck me, you taste fucking amazing, Addy,” Marshall growled, increasing the speed of his tongue in an almost frenzy. His whole mouth was on me now; even his teeth grazed my sensitive fleshy clit causing my hips to lift off the bed, his mouth losing contact for a brief second.
No, oh no. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I chanted silently, freezing my bum back down on the bed, then hummed with approval when his mouth resumed its administrations. It didn’t even worry me that he used my given name and not the nickname I had come to adore. As long as he didn’t stop making love to my pussy with his mouth, he can call me whatever he liked.
He didn’t stop; in fact, he pushed his thumb into me, pushing the pad up until it hit that spongy part and applied delicious pressure there. Add that to what his tongue and mouth were doing to me, and five seconds later, I began to detonate. Stars danced behind my closed lids, and my pelvis gyrated wantonly against his mouth as I chased the intensity building in my vagina. Letting out an exalted scream, I felt my climax rush out of me, the exquisite sensations blinding me briefly.
Panting fiercely, I desperately tried to regain some sense of control over my breathing, but the effort was lost on me. Marshall just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I was going to need another minute or ten.
Leaning back on the bed with my hands holding me up, I didn’t give a hoot in hell that I was completely naked from the waist down, my belly bump prominent without any clothing hiding it, my bra the only piece of material left on me. My body was too sated to care.
“I lied,” Marshall suddenly said, jumping to his feet and reaching for his button and zip, ripping at them both then shoving his jeans and boxers down at the same time.
My eyes rivetted to the area, transfixed as he revealed his impressively hard and very long dick.
Oh, my god, how could I have forgotten how gorgeous his cock was?
Realising he said something about lying, I dragged my eyes from his aroused shaft and looked up at him.
“Huh?”
“I lied, next time we take it slow, having my tongue in your pussy feeling you come all over it, and tasting your climax– I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.”
I nearly laughed at his admission, he sounded disappointed in himself, but there was no need. I had the same thought myself.
“I completely accept that,” I sassed at him, using my arms to climb back on the bed, giving Marshall room to climb on the bed.
“Stop!”
The growled demand made me do exactly that, stopping halfway up the bed, I looked at him with confusion.
“Huh?” Oh, yeah, no one would know I held a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree, or was a maths whiz and an English literature minor, if huh was the best I could manage.
“This needs to go first.” Kneeling over me, Marshall reached behind my back and released my bra, my breasts spilling free of their restraints. A soulful moan escaped my lips at the intense pleasure having the undergarment off, after a long day. Without thinking, I palmed my breasts and squeezed them, sighing with relief.
“Yeah, I really need to be inside you, Sweet Cheeks,” Marshall groaned, his eyes locked on my hands massaging my plump globes. They were bigger than the last time he saw them bare like this, and I personally would not find them sexy
in the least. Pregnancy was doing some weird and some disgusting things to my body, but going by Marshall’s deep groans and growls and the fact that his eyes were now hooded and almost black with desire, obviously, he thought differently.
A wicked idea popped in my mind suddenly. Marshall drove me insane with his tongue, teeth, mouth and thumbs. Now it was my turn.
Channelling my inner goddess and hoping like hell, I could pull it off. I slid my hands seductively up my hips, over my lap, and traced my fingers up my inner thighs, grazing them ever so briefly over my mound. Inwardly thrilled at the hypnotic way Marshall’s eyes followed their path, and watching intently his Adam’s apple bob up and down with shallow swallows. Slowly, I inched my hands up further until I reached my heaving breasts, plucking at my nipples.
“Hmmm, that feels good, but not as good if it was your mouth instead of my fingers.”
“Jesus Christ,” Marshall hissed, he was clenching his jaw tight with every muscle in his arms tense and flexing. His cock stood completely straight out in front of him, the head a dark purple, the veins pulsing. I noticed a clear drop of liquid at the slit and my mouth watered at the sight.
“Now! I need to be in you now!”
Parting my legs, I opened myself to him.
“And I need you inside me, right now,” I agreed, more than ready to make love, to give myself to Grill, at least physically. That was all I was capable of doing right now.
One step at a time, Adeline, slow and steady and hopefully I won’t lose everything in the process.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GRILL
I moved up the bed in one swift move. Being used to getting up from my belly quickly in the shooter position, I quickly covered Addy’s body with mine. Her juices still smeared on my chin and lips, her taste on my tongue. Her essence was now my new favourite flavour, nothing else would ever compare to it, nothing else would ever be able to satisfy me. Forget steak, pizza and fish and chips, Addy’s sweet pussy juices will do me for the rest of my life.
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