Gabe

“I can’t believe I ate so much.” Meredith pushes the plate of freshly devoured wings away from her and sucks the barbecue goop off her finger. “I swear, if I keep this up I’ll have gained sixty pounds by the time the baby arrives. It’s just, when I’m not completely sick to my stomach, I have such an appetite.”

“So, then what’s the issue?”

Meredith raises a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, the only things that matter to me are seeing a smile on your face and knowing you and that nugget in there are healthy.” I motion to her belly. “The doctor said you’re eating for two now, so what’s the harm in letting yourself enjoy a little food now and then? How is that a bad thing?”

“Aside from never fitting back into my clothes? I’d like to think my fiancé still finds me attractive,” she says, looking at the ring on her finger.

“Doll, if you need new clothes, we’ll buy you new clothes. That’s easy. As for me…” I reach my hand across the table and place it on hers. “You are the woman of my dreams and you’re going to be the mother of my child, I can’t think of anything sexier than that. The size of your waist doesn’t factor.”

“That’s sweet to say, but I’ve been around the block enough to know men are all about the visual.”

“Well. I like the visual in front of me right now.” I intertwine my fingers with her. “What are you in the mood for, Doll? Wanna curl up on the couch and watch a movie? Ladies choice.”

In the most over exaggerated way, Meredith drops her jaw and stares at me blankly.

“What?” I ask.

“You drop a line that good and then offer me a movie?”

“What’s wrong with that? I don’t care what we do, I just want time with you.”

“No way mister, we can watch a movie later—I want something else.”

I scratch my head. “Alright, what do you want to do, love?”

“I want dessert,” Meredith replies with a naughty look that has my cock stirring to life as the dirtiest parts of my mind hope she isn’t referring to food.

“Hmm, I don’t have any pie. I can check the pantry to see if there might be cookies or something.”

“I can do without the pie but…have any whipped cream? Maybe we could put it on something else.”

Are you kidding me right now?

Meredith licks her lips. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

At the moment, Doll. I’m waiting for the blood to stop rushing to my dick, so I can stand.

“You seriously want me to get whipped cream?” I ask.

“Yep.”

Maybe it’s because of the blood rushing from my brain, but the world is topsy-turvy, and it has me completely off balance. I return from the kitchen with the can of spray whip in my hand, but Meredith is nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” I call out. “Where’d you go?”

“Living room,” she replies in a sultry voice.

What the hell is she up to?

I cross the hall into the living room and find Meredith down on her knees, looking up at me with the sexiest come fuck me eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Hell-o beautiful.” I am stunned by the sight of her like this. She says nothing else. She just reaches for my belt, unfastens the buckle and pulls my jeans down to my ankles, rubbing my ass and thighs as she goes. She does the same with my underwear, allowing my dick to spring free, and it salutes her for her effort.

“I want to lick it off you,” she says, glancing at the can of instant topping in my hand.

“Are you being serious?”

Meredith nods, in the dirtiest, let me prove what a good girl I can be, way.

So. Turned. On.

I shake the can and spray the creamy concoction on the tip of my dick. She goes to work, licking and sucking away at me like I’ve got the world’s best lollipop. All while staring up at me with that same sexy look. I don’t mean to, but the feeling of what she’s doing is so intense, I close my eyes and push forward, forcing myself deeper in her mouth.

Meredith’s head bobs up and down, her lips tight around my shaft, as she deposits a heavy layer of saliva. As if the feeling wasn’t intense already, for her next trick she slides her head back, leaving only my tip between her lips, and begins slowly stroking me with her hand.

“Oh my God, babe,” I mutter, trying not to lose my balance as my legs begin to quiver.

If she keeps this up, I won’t last. And while this is, without question, the hottest blowjob I’ve ever received in my life, it’s not what I am craving. I want her. I need to feel her come on top of me. I force myself to be strong, to summon the courage to take control of the situation.

Think awful thoughts. Baseball. Poison Ivy. Grandma.

There we go…

“Whoa. Hang on a sec.” I place my hand on Meredith’s.

“Does it not feel good?” she asks, wiping a string of saliva from her mouth, as she holds my rigid staff in her hand.

“Oh, it feels good. Shit, it feels amazing. But I want more.” I help her up and hand her the can of instant whip.

“Where are we going?” Meredith asks, confused by the interruption.

“Bedroom,” I growl, turning her toward the stairs and smacking her ass along the way.

When we reach my room, Meredith stretches across the bed face down.

Perfect.

I crawl on top of her and pull her hair to the side, exposing her neck so I can plant kisses from the back of her shoulder up to her ear lobe. Each quick gasp of approval spurs me on. “Mer. I need to feel you.” I lift her hips and shove the fabric of her skirt out of my way. This woman is mine and I want her. Now. I stand, tearing at my jeans and kicking them off with my feet. I tug my shirt over my head and throw it across the room as I retake my place behind her. Her ass is in the air, exposed and begging me to devour it. Happy to oblige.

“Are you ready?” I whisper.

Meredith stares back at me with the same hungry look from before, and I have my answer. I pull her panties to the side, lick my thumb and press it to her slit, lightly rubbing up and down the edge of her lips. I reach over her hip and find her button with my finger. Meredith’s head thrusts back and she cries my name as I enter her. She is velvety warm and tight and wet. Fuck, she is so wet. One hand is on her hip pulling her back against me as I slowly push forward; the other focuses on rubbing and circling her nub. Each sound she makes guides me like a compass to the places that please her.

Meredith squeezes her breast through her shirt. “Harder,” she demands. “Fuck me harder.”

Your wish is my command.

I slam myself into her and her ass slaps against my hips.

“Yes. Fuck. That’s it,” she screams.

I bring both hands to her hips, pulling her to me in time with each thrust.

“Take me. Use me. Yeah, just like that.” Meredith brings her hand to her pussy as her first orgasm consumes her.

I’ve never seen her like this. She’s feral and demanding, and I fucking love it. I slap my hand across her ass. “You want it rough?”

She looks back. “Yes, Gabe. Oh my God.” She moans and it fills the room. “Yes.”

Who is this woman?

I slide out of her, flip her onto her back, and pull her panties out of my damned way so I can bury my face in her pussy. I slide a hand under her shirt to massage her breast. I lick and suck and she wraps her legs over my shoulders, squeezing her thighs against my head as another orgasm takes hold.

When she relaxes, Meredith props herself up on an elbow and pushes my head back. “Oh my God. That was so intense.”

I smile, pleased by the thought of bringing her pleasure.

“I want you to come now.” Meredith looks me in the eyes. “Please?” She bats her lashes innocently.

I sit up and wipe her juices from my mouth, then place my hands back on her hips and pull her to me. I hook her legs over my shoulders, allowing them to straddle my neck as I drive myself into her again.

“Oh yeah!” Meredith moans. “That’s it. Come for me. It’s your turn now.” She cups my pec with one hand, occasionally pulling at the chest hairs and tweaking my nipple.

“You want me to come? You want my load inside you? I bet, you do. You naughty slut.”

“Yeah. Oh fuck. I am a slut. I’m your slut,” Meredith howls. “Make me your slut.”

Those dirty words coming out of her are too much, I can’t hold back any longer. I squeeze her legs as I fuck her pussy like a mad man. Sweat rolls off my forehead and down my back. The sensation is amazing, but when I feel her walls grip my dick as she comes again, I lose control. My balls tighten, and I explode into her.

My pace slows, but I continue thrusting until she opens her eyes. She looks at me satisfied, with a smile on her face, and I collapse beside her on the bed. Once I’ve caught my breath, I place my arm around her waist. “That was amazing. I don’t know what got into you, but please feel free to go there again, anytime you like.”

“I will if you will.” Meredith’s chest heaves. “I’ve never…” her words trail off as she stares up at the ceiling. When her breathing returns to normal, she tugs at my arm, pulling me into her as she twists onto her side, and causing my limp cock to nestle comfortably in the crack of her ass as we spoon.

She yawns. “I’m sleepy.”

A nap sounds like a fine idea. “Me too, Doll.” I kiss her back, cup her breasts, and close my eyes.

A man could get used to this.