A Piece of My Heart

Part73: This Thing Called Love

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I turned to Freddie and simply breathed one word, "Daddy"

He looked deeply into my eyes. How can one man be so perfect. I could swim in those chocolate orbs if I wasn't already melting in them. And his fragrance, crisp and clean with hints of vanilla and l'interdit.  He was a meal always ready to be savoured and I was hungry, always hungry now, and I was going to enjoy it. My meal with Freddie at Jean Georges was hilarious and quite filling, but this dish before me will always be my Thanksgiving meal, and I will eat with gusto!

He reached for me and I snuggled close to his  warm and overheated body from today's activities. How proud I was to see Freddie on that stage today, commanding attention and audience participation and his bravery. God, he's all mine

He reached for my face so tenderly and kissed my forehead, then eyes and lastly he descended on my lips. His kiss was fiercely demanding and making me dizzy. I groaned as his lips found my throat with his mustache gently scraping my sensitive skin. He shoved one hand in my hair to bring my face closer to his. the other hand was on my hip, pulling me hard against him, rocking me over his bulge .The friction felt incredible but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough for either of us we needed more. My night gown just felt like liquid against my skin earlier, but now it was constricting my whole body. As if he could read my mind, Freddie tugged on the bow of my bodice, pulling it down over my shoulders and revealing my hard nipples that had grown from my pregnancy. Cool air hit my nipples hardening them. Freddie dipped his head, catching one nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue against the sensitive peak, and I gasped and clutched his head. My fingers tangling in his wet air, but his mouth found my other nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth and sending a bolt of fire right between my legs, I gasped rising against him. My fingers fumbled over the buttons on his shirt. I was desperate to feel his bare skin against mine, but I couldn't get the damn thing off. Freddie chuckling, quickly discarded his pajama bottoms to allow easier access.

He grabbed the hem of my nightgown, hiking it up over my legs and reach between us, his finger sliding over my panties. I was already soaked, desperate and aching in a way that I had never felt before. Freddie made a soft raw noise as he stroked me, but it still wasn't enough. I still needed more. I tugged at his hair and he laughed raising his dark eyes to mine. He slid his hand into my panties, finally touching me where I ached the most, and I almost cried out with relief. He stroked my slick heat, his thumb sliding over my most exquisite spot, and I shut my eyes, twisting my fingers harder as he said, "Woman, you're gonna pull my hair out." He cried when he pushed two fingers deep inside, my eyes flew open and a strangled cry escaped my lips. Freddie's mouth found my nipples again, switching one to the other while his long finger plunged into me and I rode his hand whimpering as sensation after sensation assaulted me making it hard to breathe.
I was still riding his hand, his wet palm sliding against me, and it's clever fingers hadn't stopped moving. He slid his thumb over me again, where I was most sensitive, and I arched my back.
Freddie tore my panties off with one hand slid both hands under my thighs. His fingers were wet from me against my own skin, and then he was lifting me, his  muscles flinching in his arms. I braced myself on my knees, both hands on his shoulders. He lifted me, holding me over his cock, the hot head of him already pressing against me. I looked down at him, the breath weaving in and out of my lungs with both hands on my hips. Freddie brought me down hard and piercing me on his rigid cock, and with one smooth stroke, and I shrieked as he filled me, stretched me so deep I swore I could feel him pulsating. His hands grip my hips as he lifted me off of him and slamming me back down straight into a ruthless rhythm that stole my breath, my thoughts, my sanity, and all I can do was cling to his shoulders, his neck, his head while fire poured through me. It was so good. I couldn't take it. I sobbed and buried my head in his shoulder. I bit his shoulder. He wrecked me harder and faster, slamming into me over and over again, and God it was almost too much, but I couldn't get enough. I was gasping, sobbing, the wet slap of his skin almost drowning out Freddie's harsh breathing.. As if he knew exactly how near the edge I was Freddie reached between us and rolled his thumb over the sweetest spot on my body, tracing hard circles in time with a hard cock pounding into me until I exploded with a ragged scream, my eyes squeezing shut, head flung back and my spine pulling into a tight line. Freddie held me still over him, his hips pushing against me once more as he came, flooding me with warm liquid love. I slumped over his shoulder, gasping for breath. Sparks still shooting through me, my face pressed into his shoulder. I saw my teeth marks on his shoulder.