by Liv Morris
“God, Bradley. I feel like I could come with just this.”
“Not yet.” His voice was raspy with need too. “I’ve just started to have fun with you.”
Holy crap. Just started? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a real non-battery operated orgasm. It might have been years. Joe had never given a shit about my needs once we were married.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been touched like this. I don’t think I can hold out long.”
But something told me that he was going to take me to the edge and pull back, over and over again. Sweet torture was on the menu today.
His hands slid behind me and unhooked my bra. My arms were quickly freed and he threw my bra on the floor.
“Love black lace, but I love these even more.” His lips were kissing around my nipples. I felt his tongue lick one. Teasing me. Driving me wild. I took his head in my hands, weaved my fingers through his hair and pushed him into my breast demanding more.
“Greedy little thing aren’t you?”
My body cried out as he answered my want with his teeth rubbing across my nipples. The feeling sent heat through me down to my sex. I wanted him. I wanted more. I was an aching mess of want.
He continued to suck on my nipples as I felt him removing my dress. Bradley was a good multitasker as my dress found its place beside my bra on the floor. Now the only barrier between us was my panties. But I cringed when I thought of how large my belly was right now.
“Bradley, I hope my big, fat tummy isn’t a turn off. I would…”
“Hush, right now. Not another word or thought. You’re sexy and beautiful. Now let me show you.”
My panties joined their fellow brethren on the floor. And my eyes meet Bradley’s. I wanted to see if he was being truthful when he saw me fully nude. His eyes were dark and full of desire. So I had to believe that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. His head dipped and disappeared as I watched him.
His lips landed on the top of my thighs and his hands pulled my rear to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea what was next and he didn’t disappoint either.
Fingers ran up my inner thighs as his hands pressed my legs open as far as they could go. Then I felt his tongue. Oh, God, his glorious tongue was in me. Flicking over me. I was so close and had to ball the sheets up in my hands to keep from screaming like a banshee.
When he placed his fingers inside of me and twisted them around toward the front, I felt my orgasm getting near. My legs began to shake. Oh damn, it was going to be an epic one. I hoped I didn’t pass out or something. I was feeling so lightheaded.
His tongue left my clit and I heard him speaking to me. Telling me to let go and come. His tongue returned to find me again, but this time it was joined with his lips. Those sweet lips began to suck on me and sent me over the edge. My screams were enough to wake up the dead or get security called. I’d never had an orgasm like this. It went on forever as he twisted his fingers around inside of me and flicked my clit with his tongue.
Finally, my orgasm subsided, and truthfully, I was spent. I felt limp, lifeless. It was like every tense muscle in my body became shaky Jell-O.
“Jeez,” I found myself giggling. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”
“That’s just a start.” I felt Bradley’s fingers playing with me once again. Teasing. I was so sensitive as he lightly touched me being gentle yet getting me worked up again. I’m not sure where he learned to make love like this, but he definitely had learned a few things in the fourteen years we’d been apart.
But I didn’t want it to be all about me. He needed this as much as I did. He confessed that he’d not been with anyone in a year. Well, that drought was ending tonight dammit.
“It’s your turn now.” A quizzical look came from his eyes, wondering what I meant most likely. “Lie down.”
He hesitated and I had to get stern and bossy. “Now, mister. I have plans for you too.”
Gone was any self-consciousness on my part. I moved over his body completely nude. After all he’d just had my clit in his mouth, there was no need for modestly at this point.
I started with his dress shirt. Button by button I worked away, licking my lips and stopping a few times to kiss his newly exposed chest and abs. He seemed to really like that, but I had other ideas for my lips. I had a feeling he’d like that plan too.
Once unbuttoned, I pushed the shirt off of him. Then I removed his socks and pants. He helped me get his pants down his legs, as I wasn’t that flexible right now.
Now he was down to his boxer briefs. My beautiful man. He appeared fully ready for me too, filled out in all the right places, not a love handle in sight either. Carved well and defined.
I’d seen him before, made love to him countless times as a teen even. Granted it was years ago and he was a man now, but tonight there was something totally different between us. All the past memories didn’t seem to count. They’d faded and felt like a lifetime ago. We were truly having a new beginning.
My fingers found the waistline of his briefs and I heard him gasp as I felt under the elastic, stretching them and pulling them down and over his erection. My tongue licked up him, making him twitch. He was perfect. Tall, muscles, and all man. I could hardly stop staring at his perfection.
He must have liked what I was doing as his hands laced through my hair and subtly guided me back to his erection. I licked and sucked. Listened to his moans. They were telling me that he liked what I was doing.
“Oh damn, Kelly. I’m about ready to blow. It’s been so long for me too.” He pulled my head away from him. I looked up at him confused. I didn’t really know what he wanted me to do next. I was willing to do just about anything. Well, anything my body would let me.
“Is it okay if you ride me?” His request was so sweet and sexy.
“Yes. Would you like that?” His eyes were glazed and heavy with desire.
“I want to be inside you so damn bad. I want you riding on top of me if it’s okay.”
I gingerly straddled him legs on each side of his body as he helped to line himself up to me. One of his hands prepared me for him as his other brought his erection to me. When I felt him at my opening, I gently sank down, feeling him stretch me.
Damn, it felt so good. I threw my head back. The feeling of him inside of me was too much and I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried. Then he started moaning too. We took a moment to adjust as my body took him in fully. Exquisite. Nothing better described the feeling of him inside of me. I began moving in a grinding motion against him. His fingers found my clit and I swore they were magic. I continued to work against him. Grinding away. His fingers never relented either. Another orgasm came flying through me. I was lost and wanted to collapse.
“Oh damn, Kelly, I’m coming.” He rose up and held me as tight as he could. I felt his hips rising up to meet me. His rhythm was erratic as he drew close. Seconds later, his orgasm pulsed its release into me. Afterward, we sagged against one another trying to catch our breath. He continued to rub my back. Soft caresses. My arms were too lifeless to return the favor.
We fell back on our pillows and eventually spooned together. He was to my back with arms wrapped around my belly.
“Kelly, that was unreal.” His words were barely a whisper but in the silent room I didn’t miss a single one.
“I love you, Bradley.” I was practically asleep as I said his name. It was time to sleep for a bit and rest up for another round or two… We had some catching up to do.
Epilogue: Her Arrival
The nurse had just left my room. She’d stopped by to check up on me, take my blood pressure and see how we were faring as first-time parents. With one look around her, she knew all was well. Bradley was slightly snoring as he slept in the reclining chair. Little Sydney was lying across his chest sound asleep as she snuggled into his bulky chest.
Looking at them made my heart swell and I couldn’t help tearing up. Bradley had bee
n there for me since the first night at the Love Handles’ get together. It was his strength that got me through some dark days. I knew that he would be there for me and little Sydney no matter what we faced. We were a family now. The Dawson’s of Dallas, Texas. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I felt like the most blessed woman in the entire world.
Acknowledgements
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About the Author
A Contemporary Romance Best-selling Author
Liv resides in Manhattan with her husband of twenty-eight years. They have three grown daughters who are scattered across the United States. She was raised in the beautiful Ozark Mountains of southern Missouri.
She received a B.S. in Communication from the University of Maryland. Liv is currently writing and publishing short stories for her Love in the City short series while completing her first novel.
To learn more, visit: www.livmorris.com.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1: Bradley’s Turn
Chapter 2: Kelly’s Turn
Chapter 3: Bradley’s Turn
Chapter 4: Kelly’s Turn
Chapter 5: Bradley’s Turn
Chapter 6: Kelly’s Turn
Chapter 7: Bradley’s Turn
Chapter 8: Kelly’s Turn
Epilogue: Her Arrival
Acknowledgements