Page 20 of Coming Innocent

Suddenly interested, Nikki turns her full attention from the pineapple in her hand and watches the sexy half smirk travel across Austin’s face.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” she asks as she moves closer to his body, brushing her sensitive breasts against his arm.

Austin’s eyes watch behind her where Nikki can hear siblings Fred and Temple Fitzgerald pass by.

He leans down and brushes the strands of blond hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on the back of her neck as his lips press against her ear.

“I plan to strip you bare and devour that sweet pussy until you’re begging for more then I’ll fuck you so many times that you’ll lose count of your orgasms.”

Nikki whimpers as her body instantly reacts to his words. A flush rises over her body and she feels her skin redden in desire.

“Austin…” she whispers as he kisses just below her ear then stands back to his full height.

“You look beautiful like this. All pink and blush colored.”

In an attempt to turn the tables, Nikki presses the front of her body as close as possible to Austin’s and runs her hand down his abdomen and comes to stop right at the growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m really wet too,” she claims as she squeezes his cock gently before turning back to toss the pineapple into the cart.

“Fuck. Let’s hurry up and get home,” Austin blurts out as a new steely determination enters his eyes.

Nikki giggles behind him as he rushes through the store grabbing any and all spicy foods that meet his eyes and then hurriedly checks out at the register. He leaves her in a trail of dust as he rushes towards the car while she slowly walks away from the register.

The clerk calls out, “Good luck,” as Nikki finally reaches the doors to the store and peers out the glass to see Austin throwing the bags into the back of the car.

She bellows out a hearty laugh as she replies to the clerk, “Thanks. I think I’m going to need it.”

Two hours later, Nikki’s body is limp from the excursions it has gone through. At nine months pregnant, she and Austin have learned some creative ways to make love. Today he has been a perfect mix of fierce and gentle, the combination similar to how Nikki sees Austin. She is thoroughly spent but her body continues to crave another release.

Austin had gone downstairs a few minutes ago claiming that the needed sustenance and left her in the bed, needy and wanting. Moving as quickly as her body allows, Nikki grabs her silk robe from the back of the closet and gingerly makes her way down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Her heart flutters when she watches Austin stand at the stove, a pair of denim jeans hanging low on his hips, the two dimples residing on the lower portion of this back drawing her attention. She loves those dimples. The muscles in his back bunch as he flips something in the pan resting on the stove and Nikki licks her lips wanting to feel the muscles beneath her hands.

She must have let out a groan because Austin turns around quickly, his eyes heating as he takes in her silk robe, only good for covering her breasts as the rest of her is left exposed.

“Damn,” Austin bellows under his breath as his eyes stroll up and down her body while he walks over to where she stands perched against the kitchen table, his food long since forgotten.

Nikki bites her lower lip seductively, knowing that that move is one of Austin’s weaknesses and she’s rewarded with an animalistic growl from deep in his chest.

“Are you sore?” he questions as he presses his body against hers, the fingers of his left hand reaching up to her neck, tilting it to the side where his lips press against her pulse point.

“N…no. I’m not sore,” she answers as her hands rest on his waist, gliding down to relax on the top of his jeans.

His fingers glide down from her neck to trace a heated line on the inner side of her breasts before slipping the knot of her robe loose. He brushes the silk material from her shoulders and stands back to gaze at her, her hands falling from his hips, the robe dropping to the floor.

“Austin,” she says on a pant.

“What do you need, darlin’?”

“You. All of you.”

With a cock of his head, he strokes a hand across her breasts and her breath hitches at the contact, the sensitive skin sending tingles across her body.

“Turn around and place your hands on the table.”

Following his command, she turns her body to face the table and the large room on the opposite side and rests her hands on the solid wooden top. She feels as his body presses against hers, his thighs anchoring hers, his muscled chest against her back.

His breath tickles against her ear as he bends his face toward her, his lips touching the outer shell of her ear.