devil may cry | the weeknd

twenty eight

Kaia

"I can't believe we're finding out if we're having a little boy or girl today," I say to Abel, placing a hand on my stomach.

He kisses the side of my face and wraps his arms around my stomach, looking into the mirror. "I know," he murmurs, kissing along my shoulder. "It's come so quick."

I nod in agreement, looking at our reflection and smiling.

I'm only in my towel and Abel is topless with his towel wrapped around his waist.

I love it when he's like this. He looks so irresistible, all I want to do is fuck him all day long.

I twist my neck and peck his lips a couple of times, smiling. He kisses me back, arms still wrapped around my waist.

Turning around to face Abel now, I tuck my wet strands of hair behind my ear and allow my towel to drop to the floor.

Abel looks down at the towel and then trails his eyes up my body before raising his eyebrows.

I smirk and close the gap between us, staring him deep in the eyes before unwrapping his towel from his waist and making it drop to the floor too.

Abel tilts his, biting down at his lip. "What are you doing, Kaia?" he asks, watching as I drop to my knees and take his member in my hand.

"Shut it, Tesfaye," I snap quietly, causing Abel to laugh.

His laugh immediately stops and turns into groans when I start swirling my tongue around his length.

Abel's hands grip at my hair and rake through when I begin to sucking and he grunts, gripping on tighter to my hair.

My head bobs up and down as I begin to take Abel's whole member in my mouth, sucking harder.

I pull away for a couple of seconds and switch to using my hand, looking up at Abel to find that he's looking down at me from under his lashes.

God, that look, I think to myself, feeling myself getting even more turned on from the lustful look he's giving me.

I take him in my mouth again and after a couple of minutes, he shoots straight down my throat.

I pull away and swallow before hopping up and licking my lips, satisfied.

I turn back around and look into the mirror, smiling to myself when I see Abel glaring at me a little.

He looks at me with hungry eyes, his eyes trailing down my breasts in the mirror before falling on my ass.

Abel walks towards me and squeezes at my ass, looking at me like a predator ready to catch its prey.

I moan at the feeling of Abel's hand on my ass and then bite down on my lip when he moves his hand away and slaps it, hard.

He does it another two times before placing his hand back on my ass and massaging it, making me grow even more wet.

A quiet whimper leaves my mouth when Abel's hand slides from my ass to the side of my waist and then to my stomach.

He looks at me intensely in the mirror, kissing my shoulder softly as his hand moves down to my entrance. "Fuck, Kaia, you're dripping," he says against my neck.

Not being able to bare that he's not doing anything, I take his hand in mine and begin guiding it between my thighs, causing Abel to smile wickedly.

He brings his hand away quickly, causing me to pout at him. "I'm not letting you cum that quickly," he states in a cold, but sexy voice.

I tilt my head, arching an eyebrow and staring at him in the mirror. "So, what are you going to, then?" I question. "Are you going to torture me?"