I look down at my boobs and then back at him; I wink as I say. “These lil ol things?”
I slide my fingers into the cups of the bodice and lift out each of my boobs so that they are completely exposed, then I pull hard on each of my nipples and throw my head back, giving out a little moan as I do; I open my eyes and look at him as I hear him hiss out a breath between his teeth.
“I need to touch you baby.” He shakes his head as he talks.
I shake my head and turn and face my back to him, opening my legs wider, I bend at the waist and press my palms flat onto the glass of the doors, I cock my arse in the air and say to him over my shoulder. “Does my bum look big in this?”
“Fucking hell Lauren, you’re wet, I can actually see how wet you are. Undo these cuffs.” He tries to move and make the chair move with him, walking the chair and himself towards me.
“Uh ah baby. All in good time.”
I turn around and walk back towards him, standing with his right leg between both of mine, I lift my left leg so my knee is bent and turned out, my foot resting on the chair, leaving me open and exposed to him; his eyes look straight between my legs. “I can smell how turned on you are baby. Move your hips forward, I need to taste you.”
I almost do it, but then I think naaa, I’m in charge tonight sunshine, he will get to taste, but it will be on my terms. I drag two fingers between my legs, then slip them into his mouth, he licks his flat wide tongue over them and moans as he does it, making me moan in response, I lean forward, giving him access to my nipples, he laps his tongue and grazes his teeth over both of them as I again tilt my head back and reach down and slowly pump his cock, I rub my thumb over the tip which is already wet and sticky.
“I swear to God Lauren, if you keep touching me like that, I will come. Please, undo these cuffs and let me fuck you baby, I need to be inside you, I need to touch you, I don’t like this, take the cuffs off me now.”
I smile at him and sit down on his leg, rubbing my wetness along from his knee to his thigh, letting out a little moan as I do. “Aw, Jeeezus. Baby, please.” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck is nearly enough to have me shattering into a million pieces; I stand and then straddle him, letting him slide inside me as I do.
“Baby girl. You are killing me.” He hisses through his teeth. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him full on the lips as I gyrate my hips over him, taking every inch of him I can inside me, my clit rubbing against his groin beautifully, I hold onto his shoulders and push up on my toes, lifting myself off him slightly, then sliding back down. “Un-cuff me Lauren, un-cuff me now.”
I ignore him, instead rising up on my toes again, I repeat the move over and over ending on a little grind of my clit into him every time. I quite literally start to see stars; I hold on to him tighter and look up at the ceiling, until he says. “I’m gonna come baby, look at me, together.”
Our eyes lock and I explode and squeeze and clench around him and explode again, I keep my eyes locked on his and keep moving until he stops twitching inside me; our foreheads are pressed together as we both catch our breath, I reach around him and release the catch on the cuffs, freeing his arms, which go straight around my waist and squeeze me tight. “I fuckin love you woman, do you know that, do you get that?”
CHAPTER 30
Gabe and I are sitting in my doctors consulting rooms as she reads through a pile of notes in front of her containing the results of the CVS I had performed last Friday. One week of complete hell, neither of us have slept and my morning sickness has returned with vengeance, turning into all day sickness, it’s either that or just plain and simple stress; whatever information is contained in those notes is going to change our lives one way or another.
One thing we do know for sure is that Gabe was spot on with his theory regarding the sex of our babies. Before the procedure was carried out last week, I was given anther ultra sound and it was confirmed that we are in fact expecting a boy and a girl. I’m going to have daughter. Holy shit, a mini me. Or worse, a girl, like Gabe! Oh God, I am far too old for all of this.
Gabe leans across and puts his hand over my knee to stop it bouncing and gives my hand a little squeeze of reassurance as he does. I don’t want to sit here, in this uncomfortable chair and hear this news, I want to climb into Gabe’s lap and bury my face in his neck and breathe him in, I want to feel safe and warm when we’re being told whether or not our babies are healthy. Gabe brings my hand up to his mouth and rubs his lips across my knuckles, it causes goose bumps to race up my arm, across my chest to my more sensitive by the day nipples, they harden instantly and I can’t help but let out a sigh.