Not only that, but Kandy was starting to show and…I don’t know. There was something about the sight of her carrying my baby that had me reeling. When she undressed around me, revealing her prodding belly, all I wanted to do was lie her on the bed and thrust my cock between her legs. I wanted to kiss her from head to toe, but mostly her stomach, where my baby rested. I wanted her to know that I put that baby there. Me.
I couldn’t have sex with her for nine months, and if I could be perfectly honest, it was fucking torture already. I had made a mental countdown to the days I’d be able to make her body mine again—once my baby was born, and she’d healed properly.
In the meantime, I settled with kissing her…until one night, she surprised me.
“Lay down,” she ordered, walking out of the bathroom in her night gown.
I was sitting on the bed, scrolling through emails on my phone. I’d just gotten back in town from Charleston. Kandy waltzed to the bed, sweeping her eyes all over me. She climbed on top of it, and my brows dipped as I met her gaze.
“What are you doing, Kandy?” I asked, as she tugged on the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled them down to my ankles.
“We haven’t been able to do anything in months. My morning sickness is going away and the smells don’t drive me crazy as much anymore. I need to please you for putting up with my shit so far.”
At that, I laughed. “Please me? And how exactly are you gonna do that?”
“I’m going to give you what you want,” she murmured. “What you need.”
“And what do I need baby?”
“My mouth…around your cock.”
A deep groan filled my throat. She didn’t even have to touch me for me to get hard. It’d been five and a half months of no play. I’d had the urge to jack off, but a part of me wanted to wait until we could do something again, just so we could experience the anxiousness together, but I doubted I’d make it that long.
“You sure about this?” I asked as her mouth hovered over the tip of my cock.
“Positive,” she sighed, and then she parted her rosy lips, sealing her mouth around my tip. She gripped my shaft, and the combination of her soft hand and slick mouth was enough to have me throbbing.
“Shit,” I groaned. She took me deeper into her mouth, almost choking on it. “Look up at me,” I ordered. “I want you to watch me while you suck my cock.”
She moaned around me, the vibrations sending spasms down to my balls. Her hand shifted up and down, fisted around my cock, pumping lightly while her tongue swirled around the head. Not once did she take her eyes off of me. She knew I loved that—when her eyes were on mine while my cock was in her mouth.
A deeper groan built up in my throat as I lifted a hand and pressed it to the back of her head. My fingers got tangled in her hair, and I clutched a lock of it, forcing her face down, making her take down every inch.
She gagged around me and then came back up for air.
“Do that again, baby,” I rasped, and she had no problem doing so. She took me all in again, her eyes dropping for just a moment to concentrate—to breathe—and when she came back up, her big brown eyes were on mine again. “Fuck, you look so sexy.” She kept doing that same action again, over and over, taking my cock as deep as she could into her mouth while her hand stroked and pumped the base of my cock. “Shit, I’m about to cum.”
Like I said, it’d been months, and in this moment, patience was not on my side. Gripping either side of her head, I tilted my hips and shoved my cock down her throat. She made a muffled noise, but stayed in place, and a thunderous groan ripped right through me as my cum spilled down her throat.
“Oh, fuck, baby!” I couldn’t even control my voice. That’s how intense my orgasm was. I shuddered as she kept slurping and lapping me up, drinking every drop of my cum. With my hands still on her head, I pulled her head up and watched as she kissed the tip of my dick, making it twitch. “Fuck,” I panted. “You’re still so full of surprises.”
She grinned, and I released her. She climbed up beside me, throwing an arm around my waist and resting the side of her face on my cheek. “Whenever you need to let go a little, just tell me. I still want to please you.”
“I know you do, but it’s fine, Kandy. I will live.”