Page 35 of The Decoy

She sits up slightly to tug her sweatshirt off, then she cups her own breasts, tugging at her nipples.

I lean down and kiss slowly from her knee toward her pussy. I’ve never been with a pregnant woman before, but I feel like I need to be gentle and take my time, allowing her to feel every kiss. And when my mouth reaches the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Ellis lets out a shuddering breath, her fingers gripping the velvet cushion above her head.

I want to give her everything. I want her to feel consumed and safe. She groans, her hips lifting toward my mouth, her breath breaking into sweet gasps that fill the room. Her hands reach down to tangle in my hair, holding me close, as she pants my name.

“I’ll take care of you, Princess,” I assure her.

She’s soaked through her panties, and the scent of her is intoxicating.

I move her underwear to the side, and run my tongue from her clit to her opening in one stroke. I lay my hand on her stomach, and I feel the small bump where her baby grows inside of her. It might be a weird thing to think, but knowing she’s growing a little person inside of her…is a huge turn-on to me. I continue to flick her clit with my tongue, and she bucks again. I flick again, and she lets out a gasp.

I slip my index finger inside her, and she starts to rock her hips against my mouth back and forth in a steady rhythm.

“You gonna come for me, Ellis? I want to taste your come all over my tongue.” I increase the pace of my finger pumping in and out when I start to feel her body trembling.

She moves her hands from the cushions and puts them on my head, sliding her fingers through my hair. When she tugs on it lightly, I groan against her pussy.

“Oh my God, Brody. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” she says, panting.

Her hips start to lose their rhythm, and I can tell she’s getting close, so I add another finger, but I’m hesitant to go as deep as I want to.

I should probably do a little more research on this before we go too far.

The thought crosses my mind, just as I start to feel her inner muscles contract around my fingers.

“Holy fuck,” she pants. “Literal stars exploding behind my eyelids right now. This is wild. I feel like everything is in hypercolor.”

I mentally pat myself on the back because while I know what I’m doing in the bedroom, and going down on a woman is one of my very favorite things to do, this — being with her — is different.

The feeling of her coming around my mouth—the shattered gasps, her thighs locking around my head, her inner walls sucking on my fingers—completely undoes me.

I don’t even have time to reach for the button on my pants.

I stay buried between her legs, my tongue and fingers working through every last wave of her orgasm while my own body begs for release. A sudden, white-hot rush rips through me, and before I can get a single breath in, I come hard right there in my clothes. A low, muffled groan tears from my throat against her pussy, as my cum drenches my boxers, soaking through my pants.

I pull my head back and press my forehead against the soft skin of her inner thigh, my chest heaving.

Ellis is still panting above me, her hands tangled in my hair.

“Brody…” she says, her voice raspy. “Did you…?”

I lift my head slowly, looking up at her with a grin.

“Yeah.” I chuckle lightly. “Didn’t even have time to get it out of my pants. Feeling you come destroyed me.”

A wicked smirk spreads across her flushed face, her eyes glittering with the reflection of the tree lights. “Good.”

I pull my finger out of her and place one last kiss on her mound. After I adjust my dick in my pants, I move behind her when she turns to the side to make room for me. She’s still a little breathless, and her skin is glowing in the firelight. I wrap my arms around her mostly naked body as she catches her breath.

I try to keep my hips pulled back so she doesn’t feel the wet spot, but she wiggles her body so we’re back to chest, hips touching.

“Brody,” she whispers, her voice soft, as she turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Hmm,” I murmur, my hand moving in slow strokes across her hip and down the side of her thigh.

“I’m really glad you came over tonight.”

“Me too.”