Page 56 of A Treasure To Keep
I’ve led her into our bedroom, standing behind her as I hold our child, brushing my lips across her shoulder and up her neck. The second I nibble on her ear, she lets out a moan that instantly causes my dick to leak in my pants. I swear if I come in my pants, I’ll never recover from the embarrassment. On the other hand, El will spend the rest of our lives bragging about how she made me come in my pants.
I close my eyes, spending my time rubbing my hands over her changing body. I take pride in knowing every inch of her body and won’t let this pregnancy change anything. If anything, I’ll know her body better than I did before.
El turns around in my arms, placing her perfectly manicured hands on my face, pressing her lips against mine with suchdevotion that it could stop time. Instinctually, my lips follow hers, begging for more when she pulls hers away. “Make love to me, Andrea.”
“C'était mon plan. Je t'aime, mon trésor.”
She tilts her head to the side, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth as she smiles. “Now that last part I know.”
She rubs her hands up my back, dragging my shirt over my head as her eyes dissect me. Goosebumps spread over my entire body as she drags her nails down my torso, lowering to her knees in front of me as she simultaneously takes off my belt. She leaves a perfect lip print with her berry lipstick right above the waistband of my trousers. I lick my lips, groaning as she pulls out my leaking cock. The second her tongue comes out, licking up the bottom of my shaft and through my slit, my knees buckle. The movement isn’t missed by her when she smirks as her eyes sparkle.
“Is something wrong?” It’s a rhetorical question. She knows what she did. She always knows.
“Only that your lipstick is still perfect. Let’s mess up your perfect face.” I reach my hand up the nape of her neck to grab her hair, thrusting my cock in her mouth. Instantly, her eyes water, caught off guard by my forceful movement. She reaches her hands around to my ass, pressing me closer to her as I fuck her face. As I was hoping, a tear drops out of her waterline, leaving a streak of black behind from her eye makeup.
My eyes widen when my balls twitch, and I know if I don’t pull out of her mouth now, I’ll come earlier than I hoped to. My hand is still wrapped around her hair when I pull her head back, highlighting her smudged lipstick.
“Get up. Let me repay the favor.” I take her hand and help her to her feet, stalking around her. I stop behind her, dragging my fingers under the straps of her bodysuit and inch it down belowher chest. She gasps when my fingers sweep across her nipples, which have gotten more sensitive in the last few months.
I bring my lips to the shell of her ear, pressing my erection against her behind as I whisper to her. “Are you going to feed our baby from these beautiful breasts of yours?”
El turns around, wrapping her arms around my neck, and gently kisses me before answering me. “That’s my plan.”
“Are you going to feed me from these beautiful breasts?”
She leans back, eyebrows raised, taken aback by my question. “Why? Are you interested?”
“More intrigued than anything. In the meantime, I want to feast on your pussy.” I pull down the rest of her bodysuit, shimmying it down the curve of her hips and thighs until it pools around her heels. Her legs instinctively wrap around me when I cup her ass and lift her. She clings to me when I carry her to our bed, gently laying her down before settling myself between her thighs. I place a kiss on her stomach before staring into her lust-filled eyes.
“Are you uncomfortable on your back?”
“As long as you make me come, I’m fine. Make it quick, though. I’m an impa . . . OH!”
She tightens around nothing the second I cut off her sentence by diving into her core. She’s soaking wet, despite the fact that we’ve spent more time paying attention to my pleasure until now. I swipe up her sweetness with my two fingers, plunging them into her and curl up, simultaneously causing her to arch her back and squeal out in pleasure. Her body may be changing, but her body language sends the same signals that she’s about to come. Her whimpers, the soft thrust of her hips that meets the movement of my fingers, and the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She’s right on edge. I nibble on her clit while speeding up the curve of my fingers, hitting her G-spot. When she comes, she wraps her legs around my head to keep me in place. By thetime she comes down, her legs have relaxed, giving me enough space to inhale deeply since I’m no longer pressed flat against her pussy.
El is still panting when she raises herself up on her elbows, smirking when she notices my face. “You okay?”
“Almost died via pussy and thigh suffocation. I’m engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world; she’s pregnant with our child, and the lingering aftertaste of her cum is on my tongue. If that’s the way my soul leaves this earth, I will go a happy man. Let’s lie you on your side, and I’ll make love to you.” I help her get on her side, bringing one of her legs up to lay it on my torso. Her leg is barely long enough that I can kiss her ankle as I line my cock up with her entrance. She moans when I enter the tip, pausing to tease her.
“Andrea, if you don’t shove your dick inside me, I’m going to get up and—!” Her mouth drops and eyes widen when I cut her off again when I shove my cock inside her. El closes her eyes once we catch our breath, living in the moment as I gently grind into her. El tightens around me, trying to stifle a laugh when my speech factory resets to French. I reach between her legs, strumming my thumb on her clit as I examine the valleys of her body with my eyes. When I reach her face, her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes are closed. Her lashes flutter slightly as her brows furrow, her telltale sign she’s trying to pick up bits and pieces of what I’m saying.
I spend my time expressing how exquisite she is. It’s the love that radiates from her eyes when they meet mine, to the perfect dip in her hips that I wrap my hands around. The second I stop speaking, she catches me off guard, triggering my orgasm with hers as she arches her back, mouth open in a silent scream.
I place her leg down, making sure she’s comfortable, as I pull out of her and walk into the bathroom. I run the sink water until it’s lukewarm and dampen a washcloth. I return to the bedroomand clean between her legs before stepping into our closet to toss the towel in the laundry.
When I walk back into the room, El is cuddled up, a content smile on her face, while her shoulders gently rise and fall as she sleeps. I climb into bed, attempting to spoon her, but instead, she rolls over, hiking her leg over my body, and rests her head on my chest.
She will never know that I stayed up for a good hour after that, staring at her sleeping frame. The last thing I focus on is the shine of her ring in the moonlight as I close my eyes, whispering to her before I officially fall asleep.
“I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together, raising the baby you’re currently carrying. Je t'aime, mon trésor.”
Chapter 61
Marco
Today is the day. The day my lawyer, Andrea, El, their lawyer, and I sit down to go through this bullshit paperwork. We’ll spend the next however many fucking hours trying to get parental rights drafted on a baby that isn’t born yet.
El refuses to talk to me unless necessary. And necessary includes this meeting we’re having soon. She blocked me the same night she came to the house after she was served papers. When I called Andrea in the morning, I didn’t miss her yelling in the background, telling Andrea to tell me that their lawyer will be in touch. Then she stole the phone from him and hung up. Andrea has appeased me by messaging me when he needs to, attempting to be the peacekeeper.