Soft whimpers slipped from her mouth as she tried to cause more friction with her hips while I blew softly on her clit.
Another lick across her clit and small bite on her soft lips, and I was ready to go in for the kill.
Dirty talk.
Meagan’s weakness.
“Mmm, baby. I love eating you for breakfast. You taste so fucking good.” Meagan dropped her muffin and took both hands and grabbed onto my hair.
“Grayson . . . goddamn it . . . give it to me!”
My fingers pulled out as I buried my face between her legs and gave her what she wanted. I could feel her body vibrating as her orgasm began to build.
“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t. Stop.”
My finger moved to her ass. I made a circle pattern and pushed slightly against it.
“Oh God!” Meagan cried out. “More. Gray, I want more!”
Now I was losing control as I sucked and licked her faster.
Meagan’s body lifted off the bed as she cried out my name over and over.
When she begged me to stop, I pulled away and sat back against my feet as I watched her chest heave up and down while she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern.
My eyes caught sight of the orange muffin lying next to her on the bed. Dropping back down, I kissed all over her stomach as her hands pushed through my hair. Moving up, I gave each nipple attention before I moved up to her mouth. Stopping, I smiled when she smiled up at me.
“So. Much. Better. Than. The. Muffin,” she whispered between heavy breaths. I kissed her nose as I reached for the half-eaten muffin and pushed it into my mouth and began chewing.
Holy fucking shit. Damn that thing is good.
Meagan wore a grin from ear to ear as she watched me eat the muffin. With a moan, I rolled my eyes and said, “Almost as good as an orgasm but not quite there.”
Laughing, she hit my chest as I fell over and pulled her on top of me. “You about ready?” I asked as her eyes glassed over.
“Yes. Are you nervous?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m excited though.”
“Me too!” Meagan said as she jumped up and headed into the bathroom.
“I think we have time for a little more fun, if you’re . . .” Glancing down to my dick, she licked her lips and purred, “Up for it.”
Moving as fast as I possibly could, I joined Meagan in the shower where she successfully proved that the orange muffin was for sure a far second to an orgasm.
Meagan sat on the end of the table and swung her legs as she nervously twisted her hands together.
“Wow. Did you know during labor and delivery, it’s not that uncommon for the cord to get stretched or compressed, which could lead to a brief drop in the fetal heart rate?”
Meagan stared at me with a blank expression. Shrugging, I turned back to what I was reading. “Wow, induced labors are twice as likely to end in a C-section.”
Meagan sighed as I kept on. “Only one in ten women’s water actually breaks before labor begins.”
“That’s great, but what are you reading?”
“Facts about childbirth,” I said to Meagan as if she should know.
“Holy shit! The heaviest baby ever born weighed twenty-two pounds!” I said with a laugh.