Presley

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“I can’t believe it’s been six months already,” I say to Tommy as I walk into our bedroom after putting Lucy to sleep.

 

We’ve been lucky with her. She started sleeping through the night at eleven weeks. I give her a feed at 10:00 p.m. and she usually sleeps through until around 6:00 a.m. when she wakes for a morning feed. Mum always reminds me I didn’t start sleeping through the night until I was three. Apparently, I’d wake up and want her to come lie in my bed with me and my favourite teddy.

 

“I know. Feels like just last week your mum called to say you were in the hospital ready to be induced,” Tommy replies as he strips off his jeans.

 

I pull my tank top over my head and toss it to the floor beside me. “I agr—” I stop when Tommy turns to face me, standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts.

 

My eyes roam over his tanned skin, lingering on his nipple ring before drifting lower, where a defined bulge is already forming beneath his boxers. My mouth goes dry, and a throb settles deep in my belly.

 

“You were saying?” Tommy asks, smirking.

 

“I was saying…” I trail off as he reaches down to adjust himself.

 

What was I saying?

 

Whatever it was, it’s forgotten now. Not when Tommy is half-naked and that bulge starts pushing above the waistband.

 

Without taking my eyes off him, I snap open the button of my jeans, slide them down my legs, and kick them off. Tommy lets out a low groan when I stand up straight and face him again.

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“Please tell me it’s not shark week anymore.”

 

He’s been calling my period ‘shark week’ ever since I found out I was pregnant with Lucy—and the name stuck.

 

“It’s finished.”

 

“Thank fuck for that,” he mutters, tossing his jeans into the basket by the door. “Because I need to taste you. With that hot pink bra and g-string on, I’m hard as steel. But I need a taste of your pussy first. I need to feel my tongue on your clit with my fingers buried deep inside you.”

 

A whimper slips past my lips.

 

Two years ago, I would’ve blushed scarlet at words like that. But the me standing here now? She hangs off every one of them.

She also doesn’t hesitate to go after what she wants.

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I take two long steps until I’m flush against him. My bra-covered breasts press into his bare chest as I lean up and run my nose along his jaw.

 

“You want to taste me?” I whisper, slipping my hand inside the waistband of his shorts and wrapping my fist around his erection.

 

“Yes,” he growls.

 

I slowly stroke from base to tip, giving him a gentle squeeze. When I feel the bead of precome, I run my thumb over it, then slide back down.

 

“Are you sure?” I murmur, brushing a kiss against the corner of his mouth.

 

Tommy doesn’t answer.

 

He just groans, then crashes his lips to mine in a heated kiss. He kisses me so hard I know my lips will be bruised by morning. He kisses me until I forget everything—until I let go of his cock and link my hands behind his neck.

 

“I know you too well,” he mumbles against my lips. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

 

“What’s that?” I breathe.

 

Instead of answering, he breaks the kiss, grips me under the arms, and tosses me onto the bed. I land with a squeak and stare up at him as he shoves his boxers down.

 

Once he’s naked, he wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking. I strip off my bra and g-string, keeping my eyes locked on him, watching his hand glide over his shaft.

 

We’ve danced this dance plenty of times before. We know what the other needs. We always seem to know what’s coming next. Without speaking, I kneel on the bed, waiting for Tommy to lie on his back. When he does, I climb over him, thighs braced on either side of his head. As soon as I’m in position, I lean forward and lower my lips to the tip of his cock. The first swipe of his tongue along my slit makes me moan. I part my lips and sink down, taking him into my mouth.

 

The first time we tried sixty-nine, I completely lost focus. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the overwhelming pleasure. But we’ve done it plenty since then, and each time just gets better.

 

Balancing on one elbow, I pump his shaft with one hand while my mouth works the tip. I swirl my tongue around the head and suck gently, revelling in the deep groan it earns.

 

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Tommy growls against my clit, the vibration zipping through me.

 

I moan around him when he pushes two fingers into me and bites down lightly on my clit. My orgasm rushes toward me like a freight train. If he keeps this up, I’m going to come hard and fast. As he pumps his fingers in and out, I take him deeper, until my lips meet my fist at the base. Then he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue.

 

I rear my head back with a loud moan.

 

“Holy shit, Tommy.”

 

His cock is forgotten as I surrender to the orgasm ripping through me while his tongue fucks me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. The only things I can feel are his tongue and his hands gripping my thighs, holding me firm.

 

I collapse forward as he licks up and sucks on my clit again, dragging another orgasm from my already trembling body. When I finally come down, Tommy slides out from underneath me and kneels between my legs. Lifting my hips from where I’m lying face-down, he drives into me from behind with one hard thrust. His rhythm is fast, relentless, grunts filling the room as he moves in and out.

 

The air is thick with the sounds of sex—skin slapping, his growls, my moans—and it only makes me hotter.

 

A few more deep thrusts and Tommy lets out a loud groan, burying himself deep as he pulses inside me. His whole body jerks with every release. Then he collapses on top of me, chest slick with sweat, sticking to my back—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

 

Our sex has always been hot, but tonight? Tonight tops the list.