My lips find her neck, collarbone, and lower. Ligaya runs hot all the time nowadays. The slight sheen of sweat between her breasts is delicious.
“Tristan, don’t stop. I need you.”
That’s the other thing I noticed. She’s been voracious for my touch, my tongue, my cock. I’m all for it, yet also worried about Ligaya being so close to term. The doctor said as long as she hasn’t had any contractions, there’s nothing to worry about.
Who am I to deny a pregnant woman what she needs?
“What me to eat you out, sweetheart?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “Because I’ve been dying to taste you. Missed you so much, Ligaya.”
“I want your cock,” she whispers. “And sitting here waiting for you, I sort of got an idea. Do you want to try something?”
Without waiting for my answer, Ligaya stands up and guides me over the seat she vacated. Reluctantly, I take her spot and watch in amazement as she sits over me. Ligaya’s back leans on my chest and her ass presses down on my growing dick. As she grinds down, the glider rocks.
“Oh, I like that,” she moans.
I kiss her neck with soft suction. Her breasts heave and eyes flutter closed. At this point, I’m hard as steel. I reach my hand over to find that she’s soaked.
“I want more.”
“It might be too much. We don’t want to trigger any contractions.”
“But I need you,” she whines.
“I can’t say no to you, Ligaya.”
“Then don’t.”
“You’ll need to control everything,” I say. “Since you know how much you can take me.”
“I like the sound of being in control,” she states mischievously while standing and looking down at me. “Lower your pants, Tristan.”
Her voice has taken on a new quality. Darker than I’ve ever heard, excitement mixed with something wicked.
“I said, lower your pants and take out your cock.”
“What’s the magic word, sweetheart?”
“Now.”
I snort at her sudden intensity but stop immediately when her eyes glower. Without further delay, I remove my buckle and glide down the zipper. My hardness springs up.
“This what you’ve been wanting?”
“You have no idea.”
“Come and get it.”
Ligaya turns away and slowly lowers her pajama pants, her ass canted up to my face level as she bends over. I grab her hips and lick the plush globes before me.
“Sit back,” she says, looking over her shoulder.
I do what I’m told, holding as still as I can because she’s in control.
Slowly, she lowers herself.
“Hold me up. My thigh muscles are not what they used to be.”
“Like this?” I ask, gripping her hips and taking her weight as she lines up her entrance. My cock is an easy target, since it’s pointing at the ceiling.
