93 - Let's Make it Baby

I looked him in the eyes, trying to decide what to do.  He wanted me, which I had no problem with, but he wanted me in a different time this way.  In the light. 

Up until now, all of our trysts had taken place under the cover of concealing darkness.  The darkness was my friend.  It gave me permission to be... anything that a little tequila and my latent personality inspired me to be. 

What he was asking me to do was permanently remove that cloak of security.  But the problem was that, if I was the same woman with him in the light that I was in the dark, then I was going to have to own that woman.  I couldn’t pretend she was an anomaly that I didn’t have to be accountable for.

Was he worth it?  Was the unmatchable thrill that he gave me worth exposing myself and acknowledging that there was a side to me I didn’t want the world to know about?  More importantly, would he know that HE was the anomaly that made me this way and keep my secret?

He is.  It is.  He will. 

“Sweater,” he commanded, wrapping one fist in each end of the leopard print scarf he’d commandeered from my neck.  His heated eyes licked over the array of purple love bites that he’d left behind the night before.

Decision made, a tremor rattled my teeth, anticipating his reaction to the racy animal print bra I was about to reveal.  Demurely dropping my eyes, I obediently worked the hem of the sweater over my head, letting the cashmere dangle from the tip of my finger as I shook my hair back in place. 

His low, continuing growl paid for my lingerie purchase.  In full.

He’d known at the time that the lights had been a big deal.  Hell, they were a big deal to him.  Seeing the perfectly prim Sheridan transform into his sex kitten had been something like watching Clark Kent become Superman right before his very eyes.  You knew they both existed, but to see one turn into the other was mind blowing.

Jon shifted in the bed, the memories of that night stirring him as much as the seductive slant of her next article.  He was now kind of wishing he hadn’t felt sorry for her and told her to go on to sleep.   She’d been so tired after their moving day that he hadn’t felt right goading her into properly christening their new bedroom.

Instead, he’d allowed her to pass him her iPad, show him where the articles were, roll over and start snoring.  What was his thanks?  He’d barely gotten through the first one before suffering near-painful side effects.  He needed her.

He glanced at the clock on the screen and then over at his wife.

Sheridan was lying on her right side, as she always did, facing away from him.  Her knees were bent and arms tucked into her chest, with her hands curled under her cheek.  She looked beautiful with the moonlight dancing in her long blonde tresses.  So damned enticing that he couldn’t seem to help himself.

She’s had a couple hours’ sleep already.  I won’t keep her up long.

Easing the covers back Jon smoothed his hand along the hem of her t-shirt.  The fabric tickled his palm when he traveled up over the curve of her hip and it was her bare skin that set his palm to tingling when it journeyed down her bare thigh to her knee.  Retracing his path, the t-shirt got pushed up as he stroked his hands along the silky, soft skin that lived in the indentation of her waist, over her ribcage and the gentle swell of her tummy. 

There he paused, taking just a second to absorb the feel of the budding baby bump and the way it filled his palm.  Swiping an affectionate thumb around its circumference, he then retreated back to her waist, where he worked his hand under the shirt. 

Slowly, as she began to stir the tiniest bit, he crawled his fingers up her ribcage until he could cup the full swell that more than filled his palm.  Pregnancy had transformed her already ample breasts into an abundance of enticing flesh that he could easily spend days playing with.  Jon had never particularly considered himself a T&A man, but he damn sure had no trouble appreciating his wife’s bountiful bust line.

Her nipple beaded inside the hand he had splayed like a starfish like over her breast and he smiled to himself, as he stroked them inward.  Circling her aureole, his let his fingertips drift inward, drawing them around the base of her rapidly hardening nipple, only to release and repeat the process. 

A sleepy moan had her rolling to her back, unconsciously offering her other breast for the same treatment.  Sliding the shirt up to expose her to his gaze, he took advantage of the moon’s natural spotlight and watched her involuntary reaction as he touched and teased her left breast into submission. 

Lightly tracing his finger tips from left to right, teasing each breast in turn, had her skin prickling from his feather light caress.  Trailing his fingers down the planes of her stomach, he traced erotic circles around the belly button that would eventually turn inside out with their baby.  As for now, his devoted attention to the sensitive area had her wiggling her hips trying to escape his teasing touch. 

Circling lower, he slowly stroked and petted his way across her silk covered mound.   He loved the sexy panties she’d started wearing in the last few weeks.  She’d never expressed a preference for them one way or the other, but Jon loved the way they felt when they heated under his touch.

Sliding his hand beneath the provocative fabric to cup her, his middle finger pressed into the hot, wet folds.  Sheridan loudly sucked air between her teeth when that finger scraped over her clit on its way to slowly tunnel into the grasping channel that was already saturated with arousal. 

Leaning down, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and felt it vibrate with his hummed approval when she spread her thighs to grant him better access.  The t-shirt that was bunched at her throat was snatched up and off by her with a sleepy, impatient sigh.  Hands that were equally impatient sought and cradled his head at her breast while agitated fingers tunneled into his hair. 

The quiet rasp of her voice questioning, “Is it time to get up?” had Jon tingling in anticipation.  Her sleep thick voice did a number on him.  It was every bit as effective at hardening his cock as her stroking hand would be. 

Releasing her nipple with a wet ‘pop’ and lingering tongue, Jon continued gliding his finger slowly in and out as he shifted into a position that would allow him to see her face. 

“No, Kitten.  But reading those articles got me all hot and bothered.”  He abraded the tight peak of her breast with his coarsely whiskered chin, knowing that the nighttime stubble was a guaranteed way to ramp up her need.  Those nipples of hers were sensitive on a good day.  Pregnancy nipples were proving to be twice as sensitive and with a little rough play... 

Sheridan emitted an animalistic yowl from the back of her throat.

... she would go wild. 

“I need to fuck you, baby.”

The breath from his words still hot on her skin, Jon repeated his rough treatment on her other breast.  The hitch in her breath and the added moisture coating his finger proved just how well he knew his wife’s body.  He could probably make her come in her sleep if he wanted to.  Or in his sleep.

Slowly he pushed a second, then third finger into her flooded channel, preparing her to accept his consuming possession.

Fingers that had been curled against his scalp uncurled and were used to encourage him into another position – one where he hovered above her.  Sheridan lifted her shoulders from the mattress, urgently, but unsuccessfully seeking his lips as he wriggled into a position to plant his knees between hers.  His thick thighs pressed her legs wider, opening the center of her to his will.

Jon balanced his upper body weight on one arm at her shoulder and withdrew his pillaging fingers, one at a time, while she tried in vain to grind against him and seek the relief he wasn’t yet ready to give.  Grasping his rigid length, he transferred the sticky-sweet honey that coated his fingers to his shaft.  His fist lightly bumped her clit as he stroked himself, preparing to claim what belonged to him.    

In response to her soft whimper, he tapped the now lubricated head of his cock against her clit once again before dredging it back and forth through the slick folds that were swollen with want.  When her heels dug impatiently into his backside, he relented and entered her – just as slowly as his fingers had.

Her breath hissed across his lips as each inch of his length shoved its way inside and he captured her mouth.  Tongue teasing across her lips, licking against the smooth edge of her front teeth, he finally gave both of them a bit of satisfaction – his tongue completely filled and consumed her mouth at the same time he became fully seated in and against her. 

Her hungry moan was swallowed with a zeal he reserved for his favorite wine as she rubbed against him and tangled her legs with his.  Coarse hair scraped against smooth, tender skin that was glossy with sweat – both his and hers. 

Jon worked his arms beneath hers at her shoulders, bracing his weight on his elbows and knees for control, her body grasping and sucking at his as he slowly withdrew.  Just as slowly, he sank back into her welcoming heat. 

His lips and hands caressed her face, her breasts and the curve of her shoulder, which he couldn’t help but nip.  When she purred, he sank his teeth deeper until she bucked her hips and brought her fingernails up to dig track marks in him from shoulder to sternum. 

The slow, sensual assault rolled her over the crest of her first orgasm, and her huskily whispered, “Jesus, Jon… Yes!” threw his body into overdrive. 

Picking up the tempo slightly, and increasing the power behind each thrust Jon pulled her thigh up higher on his hip, opening her more.  It was his turn to hiss when her sex stretched its humid folds around him in the most erotic embrace, cupping him, balls and all.  The extraordinary contact was a delicacy like no other and it sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

Sheridan was ardently scraping her fingertips and nails over every part of him that she could reach.  She licked and sucked at his chest, neck and ear until the onslaught threatened his control.  He turned himself away, but it only gave her access to his other side, where she lapped at the trickle of sweat trekking down his throat. 

His balls drew up tight against his body and he drew his head back to devour her face with his needy eyes.  Without a word, she dropped her head to the pillow and tilted her chin to the ceiling, exposing her bare neck for his pleasure. 

Slow became fast as Jon bit and sucked at the erogenous offering as the sounds of their lovemaking filled his ears – the smack of lips against flesh, the sucking of bodies releasing and rejoining, and a cacophony of lovers’ sighs and moans. 

When their bodies shone with sweat…. When their muscles quaked from the intense strain… When their lungs ached from the gulping breaths that kept them conscious….  That’s when they clung to each other, holding themselves tight as they plunged over the cliff…  Together, their cries ripping apart the darkness.