hobo—a sexy, loaded hobo, but still a hobo. I spy his dick, or for all intents and purposes, it’s safe to call it my dick, just patiently resting, waiting for me to play with it and bring it back to life. Perhaps it needs CPR, I think and giggle as I touch my aching, overused jaw. No, definitely no more CPR.
I make my way up the bed, quietly attempting to ambush him in his sleep, when he grabs hold of me and pins me under him in the blink of an eye.
“Are you trying to attack us, comrade? Richard and I can always sense you coming,” he says, already sucking down my neck and heading lower toward his favorite left nipple.
“If you don’t harm the nipple I’ll surrender and tell you everything, Agent Knight,” I say, cracking up and trying to wiggle out from under him.
“Tell you what, Special Agent Sara—soon to be Mrs. Knight—if you reveal who the love of your life is, I’ll let you keep your nipple and I’ll throw in a wicked tongue massage on an area of your choosing for good measure.”
I laugh at our silliness and cup his face for a kiss. This man tastes perfect at any hour of the day and I could kiss him like this for the rest of my life.
“The love of my life is the one and only Liam Spencer Knight. I love you with all that I am and everything that I have and I thank God for you every day.” As I say those words, tears form in my eyes because I honestly can’t imagine my life without him. Liam has brought so much joy into my world by merely existing. He makes my life brighter, louder, truer, happier; he just makes everything better.
“You, baby, are my life, and this little baby growing inside of you is going to fuse us forever.” He lowers his head to kiss my stomach. You can’t even tell I’m pregnant, it’s that early, but the pregnancy test and my missed period definitely confirm that I’m gloriously knocked up. We’ve decided to wait and announce the pregnancy after we return from our honeymoon.
Liam is already kissing and flicking his tongue near my soaked pussy. I don’t even know how his dick still functions after last night’s performance, because I’m ridiculously sore. I shouldn’t be complaining since he did shave for me; I could’ve been sore and chafed. He’s already working me to my first orgasm, pumping two fingers and sucking my clit like a hungry beast.
He has a very peculiar relationship with my vagina. He’s being nice and gentle now, tenderly kissing and licking it clean, but once he comes up for air, I know his greedy cock will be punishing that same vagina as if he didn’t just make out with it. Once Liam crams himself fully inside me and finds his rhythm, he can’t seem to pace himself or stop from harshly pounding me until he violently detonates and collapses, crushing me. But I love it and crave the feeling of his weight on top of me. Knowing that he’s satiated and out for the count because of me is intoxicating.
“Oh…oh, yeah… oh, fuck… I’m coming…I’m coming, baby!” I yell as he ruthlessly pounds me with his tongue. I try to keep my eyes open because I love to see him smile as he feels my climax coming in waves from inside me.
I continue to spasm around his submerged fingers as he mumbles from between my legs, “Name…you didn’t bloody say it.”
“Liam! Liam! Liam… Only you, Liam!” I say as we both laugh at how stupid we are together. But it’s perfect, he’s perfect, and there isn’t anyone else that I would want to be stupid with but this beautiful, crazy man that spends way too much time between my legs.
He starts to move up, stopping at my belly to whisper, “‘She Drives Me Crazy’ by Fine Young Cannibals. Your mum, not you, little one.” I can’t possibly love this man more.
He moves to lie down at my side and asks me, “Are you game for French kissing Richard? He’s been laboring hard, you know.” He raises his eyebrows suggestively, stroking his hard working Richard.
I physically can’t even open my mouth. “My jaw still hurts from last night. Richard is too big to frequent my mouth as often as he does. Tell Richard he can play with Kitty while my jaw recovers.”