Runaway Husband

17: The Home

It took three more days to go home because my lab results showed a lot of vitamin deficiencies that I needed to have elevated. Who knew that it actually made that much of a difference? Dr. Adams prescribed me a new prenatal that also had increased iron in it because I guess that's low too. I was surprised to hear my blood sugar was low and that's what they are actually scared of. I don't think I've ever had any issues with it before but they said the sugar plus iron is why I get tired easily. I think it's a bunch of bull shit. I think it's because I'm 28 weeks pregnant.

Andy tosses me a granola bar and kisses my forehead, continuing on his phone call. Since we have gotten home, he's been on the phone a lot and hasn't mentioned anything to me. I think I know what it's about but I don't want to ask either. I don't want to be right.

I open the wrapper and take a small nibble and Andy comes back, grabbing my glucose meter. He pricks my finger and puts the blood on the strip, then sucks on my barely bleeding finger until it stops bleeding. I hold my breath and try to calm myself down as he walks away, but all I can feel is myself getting hard. I stare at him while he paces back and forth in the kitchen, nodding and using hand expressions. Has his legs always been this long? Long legs, long fingers, god fuck me. I can't even eat the granola bar anymore. I'm aching.

The meter starts beeping so I stand up and walk to the kitchen, glancing over at it on the island. Is 67 bad? I don't know honestly. I feel fine. Andy is leaned back on counter with his elbow on the edge, smiling and laughing at something that must be being said. God, I need to taste him. I need to see him. He looks up and winks at me. Okay, I'm going in.

I walk in front of him and drop to my knees, grabbing at the front of his jeans and start to slowly unbutton them. Andy twitches and looks down at me, his eyes wide in surprise but he looks curious. I start licking and kissing his lower tummy all the way down to his soft bit of pubic hair, just right above the base of his dick. Fuck, his bulge is already making a tent. He gets hard quick!

"I'm going to have to call you back," he says quickly and and slams the phone on the counter, his eyes never leaving me. I lower his pants more and his hard cock bounces out in my face and holy shit, this man is huge. Holy fuck do they really get this big? I wrap my hand around it and I can't even reach my fingers completely around. I slowly start rubbing his member up and down, admiring the pink head and all of the veins sticking out on the side and underneath. He truly is beautiful.

"What has gotten into you?" He laughs nervously, biting his bottom lip as he watches me slowly work him up.

"I need you."

"Yeah?" He pants out, his hips twitching at the sensation.

"Yeah," I whisper, licking the head of his cock. Andy quickly puts his hand in my hair and I look up at him, opening my mouth up wide and slowly sinking into him. I don't know how but I take the whole thing until my nose is pressed up against his small bit of hair.

"Oh fuck!" He growls and squeezes my hair, slowly starting to thrust into my mouth. I love how careful he's being but I want more. I need more. I close my mouth around him and moan slightly. God he's all the way in my throat. I manage to calm my gag reflex for now and he picks up the pace, small pants come out of his lips. I close my eyes, giving it my all.

"Remi? Oh god god your tongue is fucking amazing."

I smile around him and massage his heavy ballsack. His precum tastes so fucking good I could do this forever. I yip out when I feel my hair being pulled back and I pop off his cock. Next thing I know I'm being carried in his arms up the stairs to our bedroom, me holding on for dear life because I'm scared he's going to drop me. I'm fucking heavy!

I land gently on the bed and Andy is already straddling me, his tongue in my mouth claiming me, his fingers digging into my hips.

"Can I go all the way?" He pants out, his eyes dark with lust.