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‘It’s not often I find a naked woman on my examination table.’
Laughter burbles from my throat. ‘This table has seen plenty pussy,’ I retort.
‘But none as delectable as yours.’ He stuffs my new La Perla panties into his pocket, as he stalks towards me. I think for a minute, he’s going to kiss me. Lay his body against mine and devour me, when he hooks a small stool from under a table and sits at the foot of the bed.
‘What are you doing?’ I ask nervously. Excitedly. Between my legs is as swollen and as heavy as the thing Will discreetly adjusts in his pants.
The thing I crave right now.
‘I’m going to look at my pussy’
‘Yours?’ I quirk a brow.
‘Well, it’s on my bed,’ he replies sounding reasonable enough. ‘Should I get the stirrups?’ he says, making to lean away.
‘Not necessary,’ I say, stretching one leg out, placing my high heeled foot on his shoulder.
Holding my ankle in his hand, he presses his lips to the inside, his dark eyes never leaving mine. Until I let my other leg fall open at the knee.
‘I didn’t even have to ask,’ he purrs.
‘I’ll even let you stick your fingers inside me.’
‘You’re a dirty bitch and I fucking love you,’ he says, all pillow soft lips and teasing smile.
‘And you’re easy,’ I murmur as he lowers his mouth. Kissing up my leg. His fingers finding me wet. My back arches from the bed as he thrusts with his fingers and his mouth loves my flesh.
‘I’m not so easy these days,’ he whispers, his wicked gaze flicking up from between my legs.
‘Only for me.’
I cry out as his hand reaches up to tweak my nipple before sliding back between my thighs again. A carnality floods my bloodstream at the sight of his avid expression and the cadence of his voice.
‘I love this pussy,’ he growls. ‘Give it to me.’ The full flat of his tongue swipes my length, the tip following to flick my clit again and again. ‘Come on, plum. Get there for me.’
I push into his face, bringing my hand to his head as he teases me again and again. I grip the sliver of blue and white plastic tight, keeping it from his reach and behind my head. But as his fingers spread and his tongue begins solidly fucking me, I forget everything.
His movements are so rhythmic and his tongue so divine that I find both of my hands in his hair as I ride his chin and face, arching my back as I burst into a blinding flame of white heat and ecstasy.
‘Oh, God.’
‘Not quite,’ he says, smiling up from between my legs, circling my clit once more with his tongue. ‘But I love you just the same. Maybe with a little less benevolence and a lot more lust.’
‘Stop.’ Somehow, the word sounds more like a plea for more, but before my orgasm begins to climb again, Will leans down, grasping something from the floor.
‘Is this—’ he begins haltingly, his eyes flicking from my face to the blue stick in his hand. ‘You—are. We. Are?’
I stretch lazily and smile. ‘Sounds like you’re conjugating verbs.’
His stool slides across the floor as he suddenly jumps to his feet. ‘We’re having a baby!’
‘Certainly looks like it, Doctor Pussy.’
‘Get it right, darling,’ he murmurs, smiling. ‘It’s Lord Pussy.’
‘Or no pussy.’
‘We’re having a baby,’ he says again. ‘But, what’s this?’ he asks, turning the pregnancy test over to where I’ve written, ‘A date?’
