“Oh you do?” Ellis said. He tugged on the spaghetti strap of my dress. “Give me one of those juicy tits.” Sinking his lips over my breast, my eyes rolled as I cradled the back of his head in my palm.
Six months had given me a lot of time to regain every ounce of sensitivity in my nerve endings. My nipples were exceptionally sensitive to my husband’s oral caress, and he became more feverish with lust as I moaned out his name.
“Ellis, sweetheart, I missed you so much,” I said.
Ellis caressed my tummy through the dress, and tried to lift it up. I resisted in an attempt to keep my over my tummy. “Don’t cover up that beautiful tummy,” he commanded. Pushing my dress up to expose my round belly, he kissed it as he said, “That’s my masterpiece.”
He kissed his way back down between my legs, spreading them until he had full access to my pussy. He slowly tasted all of me, and I could hear him grunt with pleasure as he licked me until I screamed in ecstasy.
“That was a delicious meal,” he said, positioning himself at the hot entrance of my opening. “Better than any MRE I’ve ever eaten.”
He pushed himself inside me. The feeling was intense because I was still pulsing from the powerful orgasms he’d given me just moments before. All the extra tightness added friction that drove my nerves crazy. I never remembered sex feeling this explosive; I couldn’t wait to tell my friends how much better pregnant sex was.
Ellis’s face broke into a sheen of sweat as we he penetrated me; I could feel my lips suck against him, creating wet suction as he massaged himself against my core. The passion between us was so thick; every nerve in my body sang as I came to life.
With the excitement between us, we knew this round wouldn’t last long. As I neared my orgasm, I looked my husband in the eyes and warned him I was coming. He locked gazes with me and we surrendered to bliss.
Crazy moans echoed from our throats as we both came together. There was no need for Ellis to pull out. I was already pregnant, so I relaxed and released control of my orgasm, losing myself in the sensation of being filled with my husband’s excitement.
Ellis pulled out of me, laid down, and drew himself close to me, spooning me from behind as I laid on my side.
“No more worrying baby,” he said, wrapping me in his embrace. “Daddy’s home.”
EPILOGUE
Spring was here; you could almost feel its crackle in the air. Fresh green buds peeked through the branches, indicating the change of seasons. The sky seemed bluer and bluer by the day, the temperatures crept up into the 70s, and the sun started hanging in the sky much longer in the evening hours.
Desmond and I were headed out to dinner. After two months of ironing out the details, my divorce was final. And instead of feeling miserable, emotional, or at a loss in life, I felt a complete sigh of relief. Through regular action, and the support of those I loved, I made it through the storm, almost unscathed by the madness.
I looked at my handsome beau. He held my hand as he drove. Our fingers interlocked, and I enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact between us.
This dinner was special to me. It’d be the first time we could go out and be a true couple. We could hold hands. We could show affection.
We could actually kiss too! I couldn’t wait to do that. My lips had yearned for his ever since that taboo moment I’d felt them, before pushing him away to wait until we were in the clear.
We pulled into the familiar parking lot. It had been a couple of months since I’d been here, but I remembered the crazy events that transpired as if everything happened yesterday. I looked at the parking space where my Kia Soul was parked that night; a Honda Civic was in its place.
Helping me out of his Range Rover, Desmond gingerly took my hand to ensure I stepped out the vehicle safely.
“You are absolutely beautiful.” He kissed my forehead. “You ready to eat?”
Hooking his arm around me, I replied. “Yes. After all this healthy eating, I’m dying for those Japanese wings. Don’t worry. I’m not nibbling tonight. I’m straight eating.”
We were halfway towards the entrance when he stopped. “Babe. Hold up.”
I thought he was checking for his wallet or his phone, because he was patting his pockets. Instead, he got down on one knee. Kissing my hand, he said, “You know I adore you, right?”
I gasped. We were in the middle of the sidewalk, right in front of Victor Tango’s, where we’d had that fateful night that ended in my twisted ankle and the spilling of our souls just a few months ago.
Caressing my hand, he continued. “Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. You were the most alluring woman I’d ever laid eyes on, and I had to know why. Marcus, Ty – they even noticed my attraction to you. You were so shy – you had this wall up – but I couldn’t let you go. Not without trying. But you gave me a chance, and I’m so glad you did.