“You’re outta bed?” he asked, tossing his key along with his hat onto the desk. “Whaddabout my real coffee for nookie deal?”
“Blame your daughter here.” Ari placed her palms over her belly. “Seems she’s taken a liking to my bladder as her pillow, so much so that I might start sleeping on the toilet.”
Walking across the room, he set their drinks down on the coffee table, removed his phone from his pocket and set it next to them, then dropped to his knees between her legs.
"Yoo-hoo. Hello in there.” Pushing up her shirt, he gently knocked on her stomach. “This is your Daddy. Your mama needs to pay the coffee delivery man now. Ya think maybe you can pick another organ for about an hour, maybe two?”
“Doofuss.”
A drawn out oww accompanied the hand that rubbed the side of his head she just playfully smacked.
“Do you know what I had to go through to get that coffee?”
“Poor baby.”
“Pay up Crash.” His calloused fingers tickled her outer thighs as they slowly inched into the pair of shorts she pilfered from his gym bag.
Squirming and giggling from his touch, her foot connected with his chest, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards on his ass. “See what you get.”
“You are so lucky I have a show tomorrow or I'd pick your ass up and throw you over my shoulder.”
Ariana hooked her bare foot behind his bent knees and pulled. Sliding from the chair, she joined him on the floor and took up residence on his legs. “Did. You. Just. Call. Me. Fat.” Stabbing a finger into his side, she punctuated each word.
“Well…,” he laughed, trying to catch each one of her fast fingers. “I have noticed a little extra junk in your trunk.”
“Is that so? You didn’t seem to mind my junk sitting on your face the other morning.”
The shrilling sound of a classic telephone ringing halted her tickling. “That’s Ken. I gotta answer it.” Jon reached for the ringing phone.
“Nope.” Ari snatched the phone up first and answered. “Hi Ken.” she said cheerfully. “Jon’s a little tied up at the moment. Can I help you with something?”
Attentively listening as Ken spoke, Jon took the opportunity to distract her, letting his hands roam wherever her free swatting hand wasn’t. “Okay, I will. Thanks again. Bye.” Tossing the phone on the chair behind her, she looked down at him.
“The roof?”
“So, it’s a go, then.”
Her head ticked in frustration as she rolled her eyes at him. “Yes. He is sending you the details.”
“What’s that look for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because my crazy husband will play from the roof of the O2 tomorrow.”
Instead of her little declaration, Jon wanted to keep her in her playful mood and gain leverage on his current trapped situation. Opening his legs, she slipped off his knees, landing in between them. “Even the more reason to pay up, this could very well be the last time I get laid.”
“Well, then…” Using her elbows and feet for support, she pushed her hips up and wiggled out of her shorts. “We better make it count.” Her green eyes flashed with want as her knees slowly fell open; offering herself to him.
Flipping his body so his torso was flush to the carpet between her legs, he slipped his hands under her ass, pulling her forward. Placing a languid, open-mouthed kiss at her core, Jon ran his tongue up along her folds to her clit and began probing. Hard swirls and soft flicks alternating between the two until the first hint of her arousal coated his tongue.
“Mmm. I love the way you taste. So sweet.”
A moaned emanated from deep within her throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” He licked her folds again, only this time he used one of his hands to spread them ever so slightly, giving him better access. Harder and harder, his fiery tongue probed all the right places, occasionally closing his mouth around the bundle of nerves and grazing his teeth along the sensitive nub. Incoherent murmurs fell between hot gasps when he blew a cool breath over her warm skin. She was close. Jon could tell by the way her thighs quivered with each push of his tongue; he even tasted it. Again and again and again, he dipped his tongue inside her until he felt the wall of her muscles clench around him.
“J-onnn!” Her whole body shuddered as he lapped up every drop of her orgasm.
Jon’s voice calling her name brought her out of her orgasmic stupor long enough to open her eyes and see him hovering over her. Just the sight of his oceanic blue eyes looking down at her sent her core clenching again.
“Kiss me.” She growled, pulling his mouth to hers. Hard and slightly rough, her lips were more demanding than usual.
He didn’t want to stop, but he was using his upper body to hold his weight above her, and it was failing fast.
“Crash.” he groaned into her mouth.
“Yes.” she thrusted her tongue deeper.
“Gotta move.”
Breaking away, he dragged her bottom lip along with him until their contact was no more. Which for her was already too long to be apart. Looking for the quickest and easiest place for this to happen, she pushed him away and rolled to her knees. Sex these days was becoming challenging. They were usually in a bed full of pillows to help them out, but here on the floor, the only place remotely workable would be the chair. Raising to her feet, she braced her knees at the cushion's edge and bent forward.
“Fuck me.”
“Ari, you sure about this?"
He was so hard he could hammer nails and didn’t want to hurt her. But the way she looked bent over that chair; glowing body, ass high in the air, and her wanton eyes looking back at him. He needed a moment to find some control.
“YES!”
Dropping his sweats around his ankles, he gripped her hips gingerly and trailed kisses up her back and down again. Her frustrated sigh didn’t go unnoticed as he scraped his teeth over her tattoo at the small of her back.
“Crash, I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered over the cleft of her ass.
“Please. Jon.” She moaned as he lapped at her skin.
Sliding his length between her folds, her walls immediately pulled him in, sending waves of pleasure through him and with every inch that went deeper, tight, hot wetness hugged his now aching cock.
“More.” she whispered huskily.
Digging his fingers into her hips, he agonizingly pulled back, pausing for only a second to ask if she was ready, but she was already pushing back, slowly meeting his throbbing need. Breathless groans matched the staccato rhythm of their thrusting hips, propelling each of them closer to the end.
“So close.” Ari groaned loudly underneath him.
Leaning into her again, Jon reached around to cup her mound, but she reached for his hand and moved it to mold to her swollen breast. The heavy globes had increased in size and barely fit in his hands. Kneading the weighted globe, his thumb and forefinger circled the permanently pebbled peak, arousing them even further. Small droplets of milk dampened her shirt and his fingertips as the sweet sounds of her pleasure sent him moaning right alongside her, riding out their bliss together.
Sagging from the exertion, Ari half slid, half sunk back down onto the chair. Slightly sprawled, she let her gaze slowly trace up Jon's frame, finally settling on his now smirking face.
"What're you smirking at?"
Bringing his fingers to his lips, he delicately licked the liquid, one wet digit at a time. “Mm. Tasty. Like warm milk with a hint of honey.”
Realizing what he just did, she looked down at her shirt. Two wet marks encompassed her nipples. She’d had some discharge recently, but nothing quite like this. She had read that stimulation could bring it on.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Standing. she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb and padded off to the bathroom.
“Where are you going? I want more?” He called after her.
“Shower.”
Tugging his shirt over his head, he kicked his sweats free and trotted after her.
Ariana pregnancy isn’t slowing
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Rabbit!! lol 😂
Awww love Jon talking to
Ariana belly, to darn cute.