Page 77 of His Vivacious Angel
I bite my bottom lip and press the ball of my foot against the underside of his thick, hard shaft and begin stroking it up and down. “Are you going to clean me up with your tongue afterward?”
“Fuck, angel,” he pleads, fighting for breath, squeezing my left foot. “Tonight is supposed to be about you.”
I press harder. “Then do it, baby.”
“Oh fuck,” he whines, and cups his hand over my right foot. His mouth drops open as he punches his hips, sliding his velvety shaft up and down the arch of my foot.
“That’s it. Cum for me,” I say breathily as I squirm on the bed with desire. I love teasing him until he has no choice but to give in to my demands. He loves it too.
“Angel!” With one last jerk of his hips, he cums with a deep, rumbling groan, warming my toes with his thick release. He’s quick to remove my foot and lick me clean, his lids hooded as he maintains intense, intimate eye-contact. With one last flutter of his lashes, he squeezes my foot, and rises, moving swiftly toward the bathroom.
Returning nude, freshly washed, he wears a self-satisfied smile when he retrieves a pink vibrating toy from the nightstand, then helps me stand from the bed. He strips me of mymaternity camisole and shorts, kissing his way up and down my body with a hot expression, still hungry for more.
“Turn around, angel.”
Eager to do what he says, wonderfully distracted from the pain in my lower belly, I turn and brace my elbows on the mattress. I step my feet out and arch my back as much as I’m able to.
“What a gorgeous view,” he says with a whistle and interrupts the white noise when he takes several pictures.
It’s another one of his kinks I didn’t know I shared until I met Forest—the graphic, intimate pictures he takes when he’s had his way with me drive me ‘feral’, as he calls it, as much as they drive him, and I love posing for him. We’ve had to upgrade his phone's storage to accommodate all the pictures he keeps in his hidden album, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we have to do so again soon.
Kneeling on the carpet once more, Forest takes a close-up picture. “Love that I can see the bottom of your belly and your wet pussy from this position. You’re so good to me,” he moans, breathing heavily.
“Hurry up,” I whine impatiently, his hot breath fanning the backs of my thighs. I’ve had enough foreplay. It’s my turn for an orgasm.
“Gladly.” He tosses his phone to the side, warms more coconut oil in his hands, and slides them up my legs. Carefully, he helps me lift my left knee on the mattress. He palms my ass and gently spreads my cheeks, then waits until I take a deep breath and give him a nod to proceed. Pressing his face flush between my thighs, he groans when he slips his tongue inside my pussy, making me shiver with pleasure.
“Forest, baby, yes. You’re so good to me, too.”
We’ve had to experiment with different positions, since I can no longer ride his face. I nearly suffocated him last time, myenergy quickly depleted after only a few bounces. This position is definitely the winner since I don’t have to do much more than keep my balance, letting him do all the work as he sucks and nips and thrusts his tongue in and out. The buzz of the toy when he turns it on drives my anticipation higher, and I press my ass back into his face. I huff and whine each time he lightly presses the toy to my clit, then pulls it away too soon, edging me.
“Please, baby. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I say, grinding on him.
Forest hums, then nestles the tip of the toy directly against my clit.
The sounds I make are unintelligible as Forest spares no time in delivering me to the cliff edge of my orgasm. I’m keening now, my right leg close to giving out the longer it takes, begging him for more. But even when he clicks the button to turn the vibrations up and up until he reaches the max level, I can’t quite reach the pinnacle. Frustrated, I drop my head forward and slap the bed.
Forest takes a gasping breath when he shifts back.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do it,” I say, close to crying with sexual frustration.
“I’ve got you, Mama,” he says when he stands, grips my hips, then spears me with his cock, making me cry out. It’s exactly what I need.
Slipping his arms under mine, he hauls me up and hands me the vibrator. He cups my large breasts, tweaking my nipples as he fucks in and out of me with long and slow strokes.
“There we go,” I say, pushing the vibrator between my pussy lips. I languidly rock it side to side over my clit while I rest my head back on his chest with a breathy moan.
“You’re almost there, now,” he says, his voice gravelly and thick.
“Yes,” I breathe out, reaching up and behind me to circle his neck with my left hand.
He slides his hands down from my breasts to my lower belly, lifting it slightly to take the weight of my baby bump off my back. My god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better. With so many different sensations taking place all at once, it’s only a few minutes more until the heat at my core expands and snaps, and I gush my orgasm.
Nuzzling his face in my hair, Forest takes a ragged breath, moaning my name, before he suddenly wrenches his cock out of me to cum on my lower back. In all the time we’ve been together, he’s never pulled out. Not even the few times we were doing a terrible acting job of preventing a pregnancy.
“Why did you do that?” I ask in a harsh, accusatory voice.Asshole.
Helping me waddle into the en suite to get cleaned up, he says, “Believe me, I didn’t want to, but you’ll thank me later.”
