Dr. Flynn beamed at the two of them as if she had paired them up herself. “Oh, I’m so happy for you, Lauren. And for you, Dale. You’ve got yourself a fine lady here.”
“You’re buttering me up so you can get me in an unflattering position,” Lauren said dryly, with a slight smile as she lay back on the table. Gentle skilled hands probed her belly, judging the growth of the baby and the position. Lauren marveled at how the doctor was able to tell so much, simply by feel. “Time to check the heartbeat,” Dr. Flynn said, squirting cold gel on Lauren’s distended abdomen.
Moments later, the loud, steady, rapid beats filled the room. Dale’s hand squeezed Lauren’s as he placed a kiss on her brow. “Everything sounds fine. You’ve done well. You’ve only gained twelve pounds so far. These last few months are the tough ones, though. That’s when cravings get stronger and when the baby gains the most weight. You just need to continue to watch yourself. Not too many sweets.”
Lauren nodded, listening as the doctor warned her what to watch for, cautioned her against eating like there was no tomorrow, and advised regular exercise. Now that we’re getting close to the seventh month, I’d like to do ultrasounds every two weeks, just to monitor things more closely.”
Dale frowned as she spoke. “You’re certain everything is okay? Most women only get one or two ultrasounds. We’ve already had four.”
Dr. Flynn wiped the gel from Lauren’s belly before stepping back, allowing Dale to help Lauren into a sitting position. “Everything looks wonderful right now. I don’t expect that to change, but I want to keep an eye on things.” She smiled at Lauren. “Make sure he doesn’t worry too much. These new fathers, sometimes, they are worse than the mothers.”
* * * * *
Lauren burst into laughter when a huge Winnie the Pooh came through the front door. One hand resting on the swelling of her stomach, the other covered her mouth as she tried to quell the bubble of laughter. “Dale, that thing is huge.”
His voice muffled, Dale said, “So, what? The baby will love it.” He set the bear down on the couch before sweeping Lauren into his arms. “He can baby sit for us.”
Lauren sighed as Dale set his strong fingers to work on the ache in her back while he nuzzled her neck. “Steve Young was over earlier,” she murmured, arching her neck back as Dale trailed a line of kisses down it. “They’re playing poker…tonight.”
“Mmm.” He slipped his hands under her shirt, over the high waist of her pregnancy jeans and over the sturdy bra comfort had demanded she buy. With a gentle tug, he pulled the shirt off her and flicked open her bra. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip as he gently bit her engorged nipple. “Tell me again,” she demanded, her fingers diving into his gold streaked hair and holding his face to her breast.
“I love you.” He slid his hands into the waist of her jeans and eased them down her hips, removing and tossing them aside as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He rubbed his cheek against her belly, smiling broadly when a tiny fist thumped against him. “Adore you.” He grinned up at her. “No underwear?”
“I hate the pregnancy panties. They’re hideous,” she muttered, a flush rising to her cheeks.
Stroking his hands over her belly, hips, finally her buttocks, he pulled her down until she straddled his hips. The rough material of his jeans rubbed against her bare thighs. “Now where was I?” he asked absently, raising her hand to his mouth and nibbling on the fleshy part of her palm.
“Adoring me,” she offered helpfully, guiding his mouth back to her nipple.
“Oh, yeah.” It took a little bit of maneuvering, but he managed to get his jeans undone without moving Lauren from her perch. “Need you.” He cupped her between her thighs, sliding his middle finger into her while his thumb pressed against her.
He nibbled at her neck and asked, “Is this where I was?”
Her breath catching on a sigh, Lauren answered, “Close.”
“Mmmm,” he murmured, trailing his mouth down her neck, her collarbone, dallying around her sensitive breasts. Taking her nipple in his mouth, he suckled gently until Lauren was shifting restlessly beneath him. “No. Not there either.”
“Here,” she urged, shamelessly guiding his head to where she wanted him to show his adoration. He chuckled as he shifted her weight, propping her on the chair behind her, settling between her thighs. “Now if I had been here,” he murmured. “I’d have remembered.” He closed his mouth over her clit, flicking his tongue lightly against her before pulling back and rocking his weight on his heels. “Now I remember.” He ran a hand up the length of her leg and said, “Want you.” Lowering his head, he lapped at her, slowly, lazily, while he rolled his eyes to stare up at her face.
“Dale, please,” she panted, squirming beneath his mouth while he continued to play, carefully avoiding that sensitive bead of flesh she kept rocking against him.
“Please, what?” he asked with a grin. Her cream had his mouth and chin gleaming, and was now coating his fingers as he slid two of them inside her.
In answer, she only squirmed and tried to guide his talented mouth back down. With a frustrated groan, she said, “Your mouth.”
His fingers left her body and he caught both of her wrists, pinned them down. “Just tell me,” he coaxed. “What do you want me to do with my mouth?” Lowering his head, he blew a puff of air on her wet open folds.
“Suck on me, please. Oh, shit,” she moaned when he lowered his head to comply. “Just keep, ah, oh, um, just keep doing that.”
“I love your taste,” he said roughly, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her up. “I could just eat you up for the rest of my life.” He swirled his tongue against her clit, and suckled against her, as ordered, groaning as she climaxed, so easily, against his mouth.
So primed, always so easily primed for him.
He rose to his feet and jerked his jeans down, freeing his erection, before reaching out and catching her abundant hair in his hands. She was still shuddering from her climax when he said, “My turn,” in a thick voice, guiding her mouth to his cock.
Her lips wrapped around him and she nibbled delicately before lowering her head, slowly, steadily, until he was lodged in her throat. The woman could deep-throat his cock like nothing he’d ever seen. “Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered mindlessly, rocking his hips against her, holding her head still for his thrusts. “God, that’s so damn good, baby.”
His words, and his mindless pleasure fanned the fires in her groin again and she hummed low in her throat as she pulled back to nibble at the head of his shaft, savoring his warm salty taste before she started to take his length back inside her mouth again. The skin of his cock was satiny smooth, almost delicate, in contrast to the hardness and heat of it. Lauren doubted she’d ever tire of it.
She trailed one hand slowly up the inside of his thigh, loving how he jerked slightly when her fingers cupped his balls, massaging them gently and lowering her head to lick at the furry sac before placing a line of kisses back to his cock and down the length of it, laughing when he groaned in frustration and shoved his cock back inside her mouth, catching her head and holding her still.
He slid past her lips and she moved shallowly for a few minutes, until he started to move his hips and force her to take his cock further inside. Relaxing her throat muscles, she took him as far as she could while her hands slid up to cup his ass to squeeze and stroke. Lauren continued to take his large hard cock in her mouth, down her throat, over and over until he bucked and started pumping furiously, panting and swearing under his breath. His tight grip on her hair immobilized her mouth and his cock was half choking her.
She loved it. A current of excitement sizzled through her when he shot off inside her mouth, flooding her with the taste of his come. Above her, his whole body tensed, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes, hooded and dark, locked on her face.
She was still swallowing him down when he slid to the floor and lay b
ack, pulling her with him. He was still hard, still wild eyed. “Ride me, Lauren,” he panted, positioning her until she sat astride him. “I need you.”
With a pleased sigh, she lowered herself onto him, taking his cock into her body. The plum-shaped head of his penis stretched her tight sheath as he worked it in, her rocking motions taking him slowly, centimeters at a time. When he was fully seated inside her vagina, she planted her hands on his chest and rocked lazily back and forth, his large hands cupping her ass.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he murmured, using one thumb against the hardened bead of flesh at the top of her slit. The taste of her still lay on his tongue. Her wet, hot folds gloved him completely. Lids half closed, Dale stared up at her. Her head was thrown back, a small feline smile playing at her mouth. A delicate flush stained her face and neck, spreading down to tinge her nipples a rosy pink.
Lauren sat up straighter, taking him deeper into her body, laughing in delight when he bucked beneath her. A low hum of pleasure emanated from her as she stroked her hands up her torso, locking her fingers behind her neck, just barely moving atop him.
His eyes opened, focused on hers, locking their gazes for long moments before trailing down her body slowly, over her neck, lingering over her swollen breasts and rounding belly before settling his gaze where they joined, watching as she rocked slowly on his cock, rolling her hips and purring softly when he started to rotate the pad of his thumb against her clit. With a smile, she shifted and leaned forward over him, pumping her hips smoothly, feeling the hot length of him thicken and pulse inside her.
Lazy and sweet, easy lust slid through her as she stroked over him. His hands roamed over her body, down her thighs, up her sides, cupping her sensitive breasts before pulling her face to his. His brushed his mouth across hers, shifting until he had control of her body. Angling his hips, he pushed deeper, lifting her, sliding her back down over him in a hot wet caress.
The climax rolled through her as his hands cupped her face, his mouth nibbling at hers. Achingly slow and sweet, it lingered on until Lauren thought she’d cry from the beauty of it. With a low groan, Dale followed her, his fingers digging into her hips, clutching her tightly against him.
Nestled against his chest, Lauren drifted into sleep, listening to the beating of his heart. “I love you,” she heard him whisper into her hair.
* * * * *
“You’re sure you don’t mind?” Dale asked for the fourth time five or six hours later. She had woken from her nap wanting to tackle the painting she had been ignoring for months. It was a turbulent scene of the Ohio valley, the sky an eerie gray green, the thunderheads full and ready to burst open. The colors weren’t working.
She normally didn’t try work like this but after a tornado had passed through the valley a few months earlier, leaving devastation and despair in its wake, she had started it, only to leave it unfinished after struggling over the right colors for weeks.
“Go on,” she muttered, adding a bit of white to the thunderheads, then a touch of green. A little better. “Go have fun.”
“Try to miss me a little,” he told her, shaking his head with a smile when her only reply was a grunt. She was already too involved in her work to pay him much attention. Poker was as good a way as any to spend the night. He had finished his faerie tale only a few days earlier and sent it and the sketches to New York. There were no other ideas brewing at the moment and he had already tinkered on the Mustang in the garage.
So he got a six-pack out of the fridge and grabbed his jacket before heading outside.
Lauren didn’t even look up when he said good-bye. Her face was folded into a scowl as she mixed a bit of this and that, narrowing her eyes when the color didn’t work for her. It looked okay, but it wasn’t right.
More than an hour later, after several more abortive starts and failures, she threw down her palette and brushes.
Why had she even started this? She didn’t like to paint these sorts of scenes anyway. So why had she?
It sat there, almost mocking her. She snatched the palette back up, selecting another brush before attacking the canvas as though going to battle. This time, after judging the changes and finding them more lacking than most, she set her supplies down, taking more care this time.
And with a pleasant smile, she punched her fist through the canvas.
Stepping back, she surveyed the destroyed piece with satisfaction. The canvas was wrecked now, much like the Ohio valley had been for months following the terrible storms. “Much better,” she decided before snatching up her sketchbook and pencils.
* * * * *
Dale sat at the table, frowning over his hand. An untouched beer sat at his elbow, his second of the night. A lousy pair, he thought with good-natured disgust. Tossing his cards down, he leaned back in the chair. The good doctor was a card shark. As he listened to the ribbing about folding so easily, he considered the changes in his old living room. Painting was underway. What little furniture they had was mostly covered with plastic or drop cloths.
The old wooden table they played at was the only thing unprotected. Steven Young, the pediatrician transplanted from upstate New York, said the table was the only thing his new wife wasn’t worried about being messed up. Alexandra, his wife, was an interior designer and was as happy as she could be about having a place of her own to work her wonders on.
His eyes skimmed over the room, trying to picture some of the things Alex had mentioned, but failing. He pushed back from the table as another of the five folded to Steve. “I’m going to call home real quick,” he said, heading for the kitchen.
Behind him, someone hooted. “Checking in?”
Dale looked back over his shoulder and flashed a grin at the speaker. He couldn’t remember his name for anything. “You ever seen my wife?” Dale asked, propping a shoulder against the doorway.
“Nope. Can’t even stand the word. Chained down to one woman. There’s so many out there. Big ones, small ones. So many tasty little cunts my dick wants to try out.
Chained to just one? It’s unthinkable,” he announced, shuddering before taking another swig of beer.
“You wouldn’t think so if you saw his lady,” Mike Langley, Jennifer’s husband, said, raising his beer in toast to Dale. “A more perfect woman you’re unlikely to ever meet. Me, I prefer my little red headed hellcat. But I got eyes.”
“She’s got these long legs, y’know,” Benjamin Tallant said, blowing out a cloud of cigar smoke as he leaned back on the hind legs of the chair. He was more than a little drunk, otherwise he wouldn’t have dared to say anything about Lauren. At least, not with Dale around. “Long black hair, big gray eyes, white skin. Doesn’t do that tanning bed shit. And, man, is she built. Big tits, tight ass. Hips you can actually grab hold of. I’d like to-”
His fantasies were cut off as Mike kicked the leg of the chair, sending the drunken comic strip artist crashing to the ground. “Oops,” he said mildly.
Dale turned his back and walked away as another voiced an opinion. They didn’t know the half of it, he thought with a wicked grin. He was tempted to leave the poker game, go home and find his long legged wife. But when she answered the phone with a curt, “Yes?” he decided against it. Obviously Lauren was still irritated with that painting and she wasn’t exactly a ray of sunshine. Of course, what else was new? he mused, hanging up after she told him, “I’m busy. Get back to your beer drinking and card games and lying about us little women.” Lauren was rarely a ray of sunshine.
He strolled back into the living room, envisioning what he wanted to do when he got done with his beer, cards, and lies. At the doorway, he froze. Long legs, wrapped around his hips, face buried against smooth pale skin. Instantly he went rock hard. At the same time, his stomach clenched with guilt.
There were times when he could still feel her coming around him, times when he could still taste her sweet cream in his mouth while he drank her down. But the flashes were chaotic, and brief. And completely unenlightening.
Who was she? The dreams still came, but never saw her face. He backpedaled out of the living room and stumbled onto the porch as the flashback played itself through.
It wasn’t a flashback, though, not really. Just little snatches, smooth soft skin, legs gripping his hips as he pumped into a body tight, soft and wet with welcome. A lush mouth eating at his while he palmed a firm round bottom. A tight little pussy that had writhed and spasmed around his cock while he fucked her slowly, his hands holding her legs wide and open. An elusive, hauntingly familiar scent. He no longer thought it was a dream. It had happened. He had been with a woman that night, but who was she?
She had been so tight, so hot, and so fucking good, climaxing around him, screaming in his ear.
Who was she? And where had she gone?
Scrubbing his hands over his face, he thought of Lauren. Made himself think of her, of her soft sweet scent, her strong confident hands and long lush body. But her image paled as his body remembered.
Dale drank his second beer, a third, a fourth, and lost count after that. Sometime after midnight, pockets empty, he headed home. He had drunk the damn witch out of his head, he thought with satisfaction. And now…now he’d find Lauren. With a laughing snort, he thought finding her might be a waste of time, in his current condition.
Then he saw her, just a glimpse of her as she walked past a doorway, and he knew it wasn’t a waste. He was instantly so hard he was aching from it. His cock was as stiff as a pike underneath his jeans, like it had been ten or twelve years since he’d last had sex, instead of ten or twelve hours. He stumbled across the living room threshold, grinning stupidly as his bride of three weeks looked up from a charcoal sketch she was working on. The unfinished canvas stood by the window, a fist sized hole in it.
Good and drunk from beer and the whiskey the young doctor next door had so graciously provided after fleecing him out of his money, he snatched the sketch pad from her, heaved it over his shoulder before lifting her and planting a hard kiss on her frowning mouth. Her scowl melted away as he nibbled and licked his way down her throat. “Are we celebrating your winnings?” she asked with a laugh as he jerked her shirt open and ran knowing hands over her rounding body.
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