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She giggles and swats playfully at my arm. “Max! Don’t be gross!”
I lift my head to gaze at her, eyebrows raised. “Are you saying that wasn’t what you had in mind?”
Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of crimson. “Well, no,” she admits primly, “But I wouldn’t have phrased it like that.”
I slip my arms around her waist, kissing her forehead, cheeks, then moving down the claim her lips with my own.
In spite of the fact that we hadn’t quite made it down the aisle together yet, it hadn’t stopped Alyson’s raging case of baby fever. Both of us are in agreement that we want a big family, and we don’t want to wait, so we’ve been trying a little more actively ever since I put the ring on her finger six months ago.
To be honest, I didn’t really think we’d even have to try. Aly comes from a ridiculously huge family, and while mine isn’t exactly the same, it’s pretty average, two or three kids in pretty much every generation, even mine. I’ve got an older brother, Tucker, who lives a few hours away from here now.
But Aly and I really haven’t been terribly careful with birth control even from the start of our relationship, having pretty much ditched it completely over the last year, and in spite of that, Aly’s monthly cycle has always still arrived with its usual regularity, and as the months go by, she’s been more and more disappointed by its arrival.
And truthfully, so have I. With each unsuccessful attempt to knock her up, I feel like a bigger and bigger failure.
Even if the process is pretty damn enjoyable.
I move my lips down her jaw to her neck, then nibble lightly on her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp. “Maybe we could indulge in a little dessert before dinner,” I murmur, “I can think of something real sweet that I’d like a taste of right now.”
Aly clicks her tongue in mock disapproval, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes and the smile she’s fighting. “You’ll spoil your appetite,” she teases me.
“Oh, I fully intend to, baby,” I grip her ass and hoist her upwards, looping her legs around my waist.
She squeals and throws her arms around me, clinging like a koala. “Max! Put me down!” she giggles.
But I ignore her, carrying her up the stairs and down the hall in the direction of our bedroom, pausing here and there to plant a kiss along her collarbone or trace her initials with my tongue on the side of her neck.
By the time I step into our bedroom, her giggles and protests have faded into mewling whimpers and soft moans. When I lay her down in the center of our bed and hike her skirt up, I’m pleased to see a damp spot already forming on the soft cotton of her panties.
“Always so wet and ready for me, my love,” I murmur.
“You’re one to talk,” she shoots back, glancing between my thighs to see the raging erection tenting my pants, “I’ve barely touched you.”
“All I have to do is look at you, gorgeous,” I tell her.
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties and whisk them down over her hips, exposing the glistening treasure within. She watches me, eyes glazed with lust and anticipation, as I toss her panties aside and slide her satiny thighs apart with my hands. I can already smell the sweet tang of her arousal, and when I bend down and dip my tongue into her wetness, I take a moment to savor the taste of her as she whimpers with need and squirms underneath me.
My tongue explores her delicate folds lazily, slow and teasing, and she only writhes for me more. “Max…” she whimpers, “Please…”
While I’m having fun torturing her, I don’t have it in me to refuse such a sweet plea. So I give in to her, and flick my tongue over her clit. She moans loudly and I hit it again, lapping gently at the sensitive little bud.
I lick it and suck on it until she’s clutching the sheets with white knuckles and panting. “Wait, Max,” she gasps, “Just like that. Please, just like that, don’t stop, I’m getting so fucking close.”
Happy to oblige, I continue to attack the little bundle of nerves as she’s instructed, and soon I feel her legs trembling and hear her cries getting louder. With just a few more strokes, she rewards me by bathing my tongue in her sweet juices as she cums, screaming my name.
I continue to lap lazily at her sopping wet pussy while she comes down, and when her panting has slowed a little, I sit up, licking my lips and admiring my shaking, breathless beauty for a moment before tugging my own shirt over my head.
She bites her lip and I notice her staring intently at me. “What?” I ask, glancing down, “Something wrong?”
“Not at all. You’re just really sexy,” she replies dreamily.
I chuckle. “Right back at you, Aly.”
“Help me out of this thing,” she orders, sitting up and gesturing at the zipper on her dress.
I yank it down and help her wiggle out of it, and while she looks drop dead sexy in that dress, I have to admit, I think I like it even better on the floor. Ditto, her bra, once I’ve gotten that unhooked and out of the way.
She reaches down and makes quick work of my belt before unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I hastily kick off my shoes and she helps me shove both my pants and my boxers down my legs, letting my cock spring free. It’s already so hard I’m fucking aching to get inside her.
