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I was losing control. The back and forth, the uncertainty, and then her agreeing to be with me only to try and take it away after she heard about Petra had me on the edge.

Then her confession that she wanted us naked and for me to fuck her pushed me more.

The scent of her pussy was indescribable, but it was her unique smell combined with a salty cleanness, like the ocean.

I wanted to explore every inch of her body, taste it, especially her pussy, then I wanted my cock inside her.

I’d try to take it slow, but I didn’t think it would last. I wanted her too much.

I’d never needed a woman this badly. It wasn’t about sex.

I had no desire to touch anyone else. It was the desire for Blythe. Only she would satisfy me.

“Blythe, God, I want you so much. You’ve got to stop talking like this, or I’ll have no choice. I’ll remove those clothes, and you’re mine. I’ll feast on you all night and tomorrow. Hell, we won’t get out of bed all weekend. So, tell me to stop, Firefly,” I uttered hoarsely.

“Why do you suddenly call me Firefly?” she asked. It wasn’t what I expected. It took a few seconds for the answer to come.

“Because you remind me of a summer night. The warmth, the scent of the night air, flowers, other wonderful scents, and happiness. I used to love running and chasing fireflies as a kid. The joy and the smells make me think of fireflies and how you make me feel. Therefore, I’ve dubbed you Firefly in my head.

I just never used it. Do you not like it?

” Now that I said it aloud, it sounded dumb.

I was surprised when she slipped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me up to face her, then yanked me down to her. Right before she kissed me, she whispered, “I love it. I need us naked, Jagger. Hurry.”

We kissed again, barely restraining ourselves from biting each other—this time, when we came up for air, I stood. She gave me a questioning look. I curled my finger at her.

“I want you to sit your pretty ass on the edge of the bed. And to do what I ask,” I ordered.

Her eyes widened, but I saw no fear or hesitancy. There was desire and excitement. I helped her raise herself. Even if the babies weren’t causing her mobility issues, I did it anyway.

She was wearing a cute, short, summery romper, I think. The top was attached to shorts, and the romper skimmed her body, showing off her shape and straining breasts. I’d spent many nights remembering what her body looked like, and I needed to see it again.

“Can I unbutton it?” I asked.

“You can do anything you want, Jagger,” she said.

I moaned. “Firefly, that’s a dangerous thing to say to me.”

“I don’t want you to hold yourself back. I need to know the real you. Short of you beating me or wanting to cut me or something along those lines, I’m game. If I’m not, I’ll tell you.”

“You’re amazing,” I told her as I unbuttoned her top half.

When it was done, I saw her pink bra underneath. It lovingly cupped her breasts that were spilling over the top. She glanced down and sighed.

“I need to get different bras. All mine are too small. I’ve got too much in the boob department,” she muttered.

I pushed the top down her arms, and when they were free, I reached behind her and undid the bra, removing it.

I looked at the prizes before me. I cupped them in my hands.

I knew a woman’s breasts could be very tender when pregnant, so I did it softly, and when I squeezed, it was lightly.

I ran my thumbs gently back and forth over her taut nipples.

Blythe moaned and reflexively pressed her breasts further into my hands.

“Look at those wonders. They’re so perfect, Blythe. A dream that I have to taste. Tell me if I get too rough. I don’t want to hurt you. I know they can be sore.”

“They feel fine. Please, I need your mouth,” she whimpered.

I dropped to my knees beside the bed and sucked just the nipple of one into my mouth.

I circled it with my tongue a few times before I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.

As I did that, I kneaded both of them. When she gave no indication it hurt, I kneaded harder and bit down on her nipple.

I tugged on it. Blythe cried out, and her hands came up to sink into the back of my hair toward the top.

On top was where it was long enough to do that. I chuckled at her tugs.

Letting go of the first nipple, I gave attention to the second. Then, I let go and pushed them closer together. They were overflowing my large hands. Unable to resist, I buried my face between them and licked up the valley created. Images of what else I could do in that valley made me groan.

“What’s wrong, Jagger?” she asked raggedly.

“Just having very naughty thoughts, Lovely.”

“Really? Share. What was it?”

I glanced up and smirked. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes, tell me.”

“I want to lube this spot up and then have you hold your breasts together while I fuck them. While I do, you can lick and suck the head of my cock, and when I come, I’ll either shoot my load in your mouth or give you a pearl necklace.”

Saying it aloud made me harder. My cock felt like a steel spike in my pants. Even though the scrubs were loose, my cock felt as if it was being strangled. Blythe shuddered.

“I’ve never had a pearl necklace or had my breasts fucked. I’d have one stipulation if you want to do that.”

I swallowed before I asked, “What?”

“You’d have to play with my nipples. I loved it when you twisted and flicked them. It made me wetter.”

I groaned. “We’ve got to get this other part off. Stand up for me,” I pleaded. She stood, and the bottom half dropped away, leaving her in her panties only. Suddenly, her hands came forward and covered her stomach. I looked up at her.

“What’s this?”

“I’m not as tight there as I was. I used to have decent abs, but no matter how much I work out, with the babies, I’m losing it fast.”

Something told me that bastard Deon insisted she keep herself thin and toned. I pushed her hands away. “I need to see what you’re so worried about because I don’t see anything,” I whispered a moment before I hooked my fingers under the sides of her panties and lowered them.

I concentrated on getting them off. Once they were gone.

I placed my hands at her ankles and pushed on them until she widened them to my satisfaction.

Then, I began at her knees, kissing and licking.

She shivered. I smelled her scent before I reached her pussy.

I had tried not to look too closely when I examined her that first night. Now, I looked my fill.

I wanted to weep. Her mound wasn’t bare.

Instead, closely cropped curls the same chestnut brown as the long hair on her head protected her treasure.

Her skin was pale alabaster, as if the sun never touched her anywhere.

Her hips were wide, and then she shrank to a tiny waist. I’d seen her ass in shorts.

It was plump and juicy. I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on it.

She had thighs that were thick enough to cradle a man between them.

When I glanced up, she was watching me, biting her lip.

I ran my hands up to cradle her barely there tummy.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Blythe. Never think you’re not.

Having flat abs or whatever ridiculous shit you’ve been told is bullshit.

I hope you’re ready, baby. I’m about to taste heaven,” I said a moment before I moved closer, inhaled her rich scent, then slid my tongue from her entrance to her clit.

Her potent cream on my tongue made me moan.

I’d never been one to enjoy giving a woman oral sex.

I did it to get them in the mood, or to be fair, but as soon as I tasted Blythe, I knew I’d be coming back often.

One taste, and she’d set up a craving in me.

One that might not ever get filled. Greedily, I lapped at her.

She was soaked, and I wanted to make her come.

I had to know what she looked like in the throes of passion.

Her hands were back in my hair. I went crazy licking, sucking, nibbling, and then thrusting my fingers inside of her.

She cried out, and her inner muscles tried to clamp around them.

On my next thrust, I curled my fingers so that when I pulled out, the tips would rub over her G-spot.

She sagged as if her legs were giving out.

I gripped her ass in both hands and used it to hold her up.

And if I did some kneading and rubbing, it was only fair.

I was sucking her distended clit and flicking her folds with my tongue when I decided to try something more.

She was so close to coming. I could feel her insides quivering, and the way she was panting and moaning said the same.

Coating a finger in her copious creaminess, I slid a finger back until I found the entrance to her asshole.

She inhaled loudly, but she didn’t tell me to stop as I paused.

I continued to lick and suck as I gently rimmed the hole.

When she relaxed, I sucked hard on her clit and eased the tip of my wet finger inside her.

Her ass was damn tight. She gasped. But as I wiggled my finger deeper, she moaned.

It wasn’t long before I had it entirely in and was thrusting in and out in time with my licks and sucks.

My other fingers were back in her pussy while my second hand gripped her ass to help her stay up.