"Hurry," I breathed.
I've never felt such need. Not ever. I needed Duncan. I needed his kisses. I needed his hands on my curves, I needed him to claim my body—my very soul.
"Dammit," Duncan groaned, "can you take any fucking longer, jackass?" The big brown delivery vehicle finally trundled past us, and Duncan mashed the gas pedal. "Fucking finally."
"How much longer, baby?" I whispered. "I need you inside me so fucking bad."
His cock pulsed at my words. Fuck, I needed him.
I whimpered at the throb of him in my hand, and needed…more. Just more.
"Fuck it." I released my seatbelt and bent over him, took him in my mouth, groaning long and loud as his hot, hard cock filled my mouth, the lush tang of his precum smearing on my tongue.
"Jesus, baby," Duncan gasped. "Careful or it'll be over before it starts. I haven't even jerked off since the last time we were together."
I whined desperately as I took more of him, greedily pumping his root with my fist and cupping and massaging the plump weight of his balls.
Gravity pulled at me as he drifted around another corner, and then the engine howled as he gunned it up their long, winding driveway. I was thrown forward against the steering wheel as he braked to a tire-barking halt, and he pulled at me. “Stop, sweetheart. There's no one home."
I didn't want to stop. I wanted his release. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him lose control and give me everything.
He had other plans.
He physically pulled me away, his cock popping out of my mouth nosily. His palm cradled my cheek as he drew my face to his, lips moving against mine. "Feels great, Rune, but it's not what I need."
He was out of the car before I knew what was happening, draping his T-shirt over his crotch as he rounded the hood. My door flew open, I smelled his cologne and felt his heat as he leaned in and scooped me up in his arms.
"I can walk, Duncan," I whispered. "I'm twelve weeks pregnant, not handicapped."
He ignored this as he strode toward the garage's side door, which unlocked with a thumbprint. The garage was dark and empty, motion sensors kicking on the lights as he carried me across the vacant space. Content to let my man carry me, I busied myself with tasting his skin, knotting my fingers in his hair, and exploring his throat, jaw, mouth, temples, eyes—anywhere I could find to kiss.
My man.
My Duncan.
I heard a door shudder as he kicked it open, and then the loud slam as he kicked it shut. Two steps, and then he deposited me with reverent gentility on his bed. I reached for him, but he was busy multi-tasking—toeing off his shoes and unlacing mine, peeling off his shirt with one hand while dragging my leggings down with the other, taking my panties and socks with them. I ripped my T-shirt and sports bra off—my breasts had enlarged a full size over the last few weeks, and none of my regular bras fit anymore.
By the time I had the two garments off, Duncan was naked and draping himself over my thighs.
"No, Dunc," I whispered. "Please. You can eat me out to your heart’s content later. Right now, I just need you inside me. I need you to make love to me."
“One taste," he murmured, the words lost against my thighs as he buried his face in my sex.
"Ohhh—f-f-fuck!" I cried as his tongue slipped against my clit, sending a pulsing blaze of arousal boiling through me. "Dunc!"
The sound he made, then, was beyond description—a feral noise that was purely male, entirely sexual, demanding, and appreciative. "Rune,” he whispered. "Sweet as fucking honey."
Heat billowed in ravaging waves as he devoured me, putting the lie to his claim of just one taste—I was rocking on the edge within seconds, arching off the bed with my heels scrabbling at the comforter, hips pivoting to grind my greedy pussy against his hungry mouth.
"Duncan! Oh Jesus, Dunc. YES!"
"Come for me, Smokeshow."
His command acted as a trigger. Or maybe it was just my body releasing when it was ready. Either way, I came the moment he told me to, a loud cry ripping from my throat as I clutched at his head and spasmed madly, shaking and shuddering and wailing as my orgasm tore me to pieces.
The moment I could move or form words again, I dragged him up to me. "Come here, Duncan. Now. Please."
He prowled up my body, and his gaze locked on my breasts. "Holy fuck, Rune." he knelt over me, cupping one breast, rolling a thumb over my erect nipple. "Did…did your tits get bigger?"
