𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁
"Mhmm, I do, baby." I moaned, Derek's tongue rolling and folding against my clit in a relaxing rhythm. "Shiiit, I feel it coming, Deereeeek."
My moans are starting to fall short because I can feel Carson moving around inside of me. But I tried my hardest to focus on Derek, the dimmed lights and our favorite slow-tempoed music playing instead.
"Good." he murmured against me, speeding up his motion. His hands gripped my thighs tighter, anchoring me to our king-sized bed as I squirmed under his touch.
"Now chase that shit for me, baby."
"Mmm-fuuuck, okay." I whined, but just like that, my emerging orgasm was starting to feel like it was slipping away from me, and the irritation on my face was too much to hide.
I groaned in frustration, pushing Derek's head away from my quivering center. "Ughh. Stop, stop, stop, nigga, stop."
"Shit, what's wrong, Mama?" he asked with a concerned face, pulling himself up and licking away my arousal from his lips. I was too annoyed to smile at the wetness that he left dripping from his chin.
"Cause, baby." I whined and pouted, tears emerging from my ducts due to my raging hormones. "I can't see your faaaaceeee! I can only see the top of your head now. My belly's too big, fuck!" I cried, sliding my legs from his hold and pulling the sheets up to my chest, huffing. "And you know I like watching."
I leaned back against the hill of pillows that I already had myself propped up on. Then I started to feel bad because Derek's literally naked with a full hard on, his face flushed with both arousal and concern for me.
But I can't help it. We haven't had sex in almost two weeks and this pregnancy has me feeling all types of ways; one minute I'm fine, and the next I feel like a hot ass mess.
"Soriyah... Baby..." Derek moved closer, hooking an arm under my knees so he could scoot me closer into his warmth. He kissed my belly, then my chin and lips, his thumb gently wiping away the tears trickling down my cheeks.
"You know I love you, right? Belly and all?" He asked and I nodded.
"Good, and you been doin' sumn to me, 'Cause ain't nothing I find sexier right now than watching 'yo lil' plump ass waddling around, carrying my son."
"Really?" I asked, still sniffling, the corners of my eyes still drizzled with shiny tear residue. His words were always calming for me.
He nodded, his strong hands caressing my belly as he laid his cheek against it. "Mhm. I do, Mama. Shit, if only you knew how hard a nigga get just watching 'yo ass put lotion on in the morning."
I laughed, feeling more at ease with his reassurances. Then my worries start melting away as he leaves slow, sweet kisses, murmuring into my swollen belly, then my hips.
He reaches back up to my neck, pulling the sheets back down off me and his fingers find my clit again, swirling in small circles, then up and down repeatedly.
"D-Derek..." I managed through the giggles, now moaning fully. "Mmhh."
"That's right, baby. That pussy feel good now?" He asked with his lips parted, then he bit down on his bottom lip when my moans grew louder. His eyes were full of lust as he stared down at me, loving the way I squirmed beneath his touch. I continued to gasp out, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
"Mhmm. Lay on your side and open them legs for me, Mama..." he hummed, slow kissing me. "Fuck... You so beautiful. Soriyah"
"Mmm, okay." I said, and I did just that, my back facing his front. I grabbed a pillow in between my legs to keep them spread for him while his front pressed into my soft curves.
