Presley

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“I can’t believe it’s been six months already,” I say to Tommy as I walk into our bedroom after putting Lucy to sleep.

We’ve been lucky with her. She began sleeping through the night at eleven weeks. I give her a feed at 10:00pm and she sleeps until around 6:00am when she wakes for a morning feed. Mum is forever reminding me that I didn’t start sleeping through the night until I was three. Apparently, I would wake up and want mum to come and lie in my bed with me and my favourite teddy.

“I know. It feels like just last week that your mum called to say you were in the hospital ready to be induced,” Tommy replies as he strips off his jeans.

Removing my tank top, I throw it onto the floor next to me before I answer. “I agr-” I stop talking when Tommy turns to face me, and is standing there in only a pair of black boxer shorts.

My eyes roam over his naked body, taking in his tanned skin and nipple ring, as I make my way down to where there is a defined bulge in the front of his boxers. My mouth goes dry and a throbbing develops deep in my belly.

“You were saying,” Tommy says with a smirk on his face.

“I was saying…” I trail off when Tommy reaches down and adjusts the growing bulge in his boxers.

What was I saying?

Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter. Not when Tommy is nearly naked in front of me. And it especially doesn’t matter when the bulge in his boxers begins to poke out of the top of the waistband.

Without taking my eyes off him, I snap open the button on my jeans and pull them down my legs and kick them off.

Tommy lets out a groan when I stand up straight and face him again.

“Please tell me it isn’t shark week anymore.”

Ever since he referenced to my period as ‘shark week’ just after I found out I was pregnant with Lucy, we’ve continued to use the term.

“It’s finished.”

“Thank fuck for that,” he murmurs as he tosses his jeans into the washing basket next to the bedroom door. “Because I need to taste you. With you wearing that hot pink bra and g-string, I’m hard as steel, but I need a taste of your pussy first. I need to feel my tongue against your clit while my fingers are buried deep inside you.”

A whimper escapes my lips from his words.

The old me from two years ago would have a bright red tinge to my cheeks from embarrassment by now. But the new me hangs from every one of his sexy words.

The new me also isn’t scared to go for what she wants in the bedroom.

I take two long steps until I’m flush up against Tommy. My bra covered breasts push against his bare chest when I lean up and run my nose along his jaw.

“You want to taste me?” I ask as I slip my hand inside the waistband of his boxer shorts and wrap my fist around his erection.

“Yes,” he replies with a low growl.

I slowly move my hand from the base of his erection to the tip and give it a light squeeze. When I feel a bead of precome on the tip, I run my thumb over it and slide it back down his shaft along with my fist.

“Are you sure?” I ask as I kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Tommy doesn’t reply.

He just lets out another groan before he captures my lips in a heated kiss. He kisses me with so much force that I know my lips will be bruised in the morning. He kisses me until I forget what I was doing, and let go of his erection to move my hands so they link around his neck.

“I know you too well,” Tommy mumbles against my lips. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What’s that?” I breathlessly ask.

Without answering, he breaks the kiss before he picks me up under my arms and tosses me on the bed. I land with a surprised squeak and stare up at Tommy who is now pushing his boxers down his legs. Once he’s naked, he wraps his hand around his erection and begins to stroke it.

I strip my bra and g-string off as I keep my eyes on him, flicking my gaze between his face and where he’s stroking his cock.

We’ve played this tango many times before. We know each other’s needs and we always seem to know what the other person’s next move is.

Without a word spoken, I kneel up on my knees as I wait for Tommy to lie on the bed on his back. Once he’s ready, I climb over him so that I’m kneeling on the bed again, but my thighs are on each side of his head. After I’m in the right position for him to reach me how he likes, I lean forward until my lips meet the tip of his shaft.

With the first lick of his tongue along my slit, I let out a moan. I part my lips and drop my head down until I’ve taken his cock in as much as I can.

The first time we done a sixty-nine, I failed miserably. It was difficult to focus on sucking his cock when all I could do was feel the pleasure taking over my body. Over the past few months we’ve done it numerous times and each time feels better.

I balance on my knees and one elbow as I use my other hand to pump his shaft as I bob my head up and down. I pay extra attention to the tip of his cock as I swirl my tongue around it.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Tommy growls against my clit, causing vibrations to run through my body.

I let out a muffled moan around his shaft when he pushes two fingers into my sex as he bites down onto my clit. I can feel my orgasm coming hard and fast like a freight train, and if Tommy keeps going the way he is, my orgasm will barrel over me before I know it.

As Tommy pumps his fingers in and out of my sex, I continue to suck on his shaft, taking him in further each time I go down, until my lips meet my fist at the base of his cock.

When Tommy pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, I rear my head back as I moan out loud.

"Holy shit, Tommy," I call out.

I forget about Tommy's cock, and focus on the orgasm that's taking over my body as Tommy fucks me with his tongue. Wave after wave of pleasure take over until the only thing I can register is his tongue inside me and his hands, which are digging into my thighs as he holds me up.

I collapse forward as Tommy licks his way up and begins sucking on my clit. The sensations are too much and I just lie there as he gives me another orgasm.

When I come down from my second high, Tommy slides out from underneath me then kneels between my legs behind me. He raises my hips up, from where I'm lying on my stomach on the bed, then slams his cock into my sex from behind. He thrusts hard and fast, grunting with each rotation of his hips, as he builds up to a relentless pace.

The room is filed with the sounds from our sex - our skin slapping together, Tommy growling and me moaning - and it only turns me on more.

After a few more deep thrusts, Tommy lets out a loud groan before he stills deep inside me. His body jerks with every pulse of come that he releases inside my body.

Once he's finished coming, he slumps down on top of me. His sweat slicked chest is sticking to my back, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

Our sex has always been hot, but I think tonight has topped the list.