Once I was at Blaire's I checked under the mat and I was happy to see there was no key hidden. I'd talked to her and Bethy last night about how unsafe that was. I knocked on the door and listened to the footsteps on the other side of the door. Bethy's car had been at the club when I left so I knew Blaire was alone. Just thinking about having sometime alone with her made me smile.
The door opened and a 'just crawled out of bed' Blaire stood on the other side holding a donut. The blush on her cheeks was adorable. The tiny little tank top barely covering up those big beautiful tits of hers and the little boxer shorts took the adorable and turned her into smoking hot.
I walked inside and closed the door behind me. "Dayum baby," I whispered as I backed her into the sofa. "Please don't ever answer the door looking like this again."
She looked down and then a smile tugged on her lips. "They keep getting bigger. I think it's because of the pregnancy," she said in way of explanation. "I forget they look like this."
I wrapped a lock of her hair around my finger. "Not just the tiny tank top but this sexy just got out of bed hair and," I slid my hand down over her barely covered up ass, "this needs more covering up too."
"People don't normally stop by in the mornings." Blaire sounded out of breath. I liked knowing I was getting to her.
"Good," I replied. "How did your bed sleep?" I asked before taking a nip at her earlobe.
"Uh... I uh... sleeps good," she sounded nervous. I pulled back and looked down at her. Why did she sound nervous?
"Only good?" I asked, watching as her cheeks turned bright red.
Blaire shifted her feet and looked down at the floor. "Pregnant dreams can be um... intense."
"Pregnant dreams? What do you mean?" I was curious now. The fact her entire face was a bright red and she looked ready to crawl under the table and hide from me only made me want to know more.
She started to move and I grabbed her hips and kept her pinned between me and the sofa. "Oh no, you don't. You can't tell me things like that and not explain."
Blaire let out a short unsure laugh and shook her head. "You can keep me here all day but I'm not telling you."
I slipped my hands under her shirt and started to tickle her ribcage. I tried really hard not to focus on the perfectly plump tits just within my reach. I didn't want Blaire to think I only cared about sex with her. So far I'd made our relationship about sex. I wanted to prove to her it was more than that. Even if I was taking cold showers and jerking off thinking about how sweet she'd tasted the other day.
Blaire giggled and squirmed as I tickled her. "Stop!" she squealed and pushed against me. When she tried to squirm away from me my hand slid up and grazed her left breast causing her to freeze. A small sound came from her throat that sounded really close to a moan. I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple and she pressed against me. Fuck the no sex thing. How was I supposed to ignore this?
"Please, Rush. I need you to," she begged.
She needed me to? Wait... were her dreams... "Blaire, baby, are your dreams about sex?"
She whimpered and nodded as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. "Yes, and I'm tired of waking up horny," she whispered.
Fuck. I took the donut from her hands and laid it down on the table then sucked the glaze from her fingers. Her breathing hitched. I grabbed her and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I devoured her mouth while I walked us back to her room. This time there was a big bed for me to put her on and I'd keep her in it all day making love to her if that was what she needed.
I laid her down on the bed and pulled her little shorts and panties off before crawling on top of her. "Get this top off," I said as I yanked it up and over her head. I stopped and looked down at her. Just last week I'd thought I would never see her like this again. Holding her was something I went to bed dreaming about. Now she was here and I wanted to cherish every small portion of her body.
"Rush, please. I need you in me," she squirmed and pleaded. As much as I wanted to worship her body it looked like I wasn't going to get to. I wasn't going to be able to turn down a needy Blaire.
"Can I taste you first?" I asked, kissing her mouth again then running kisses down her body.
"Yes, anything. I just need you to touch me." She sighed as my hand found her wet folds and I slipped a finger inside. "Oh God! Yes!Ahhhh," she cried out as I began touching her.
Sex crazed Blaire was going to be fun. Itwas like I'd just won the f**king jackpot. I pushed her thighs further apart and lowered my mouth to kiss the hardened little clit hiding there. She bucked and began begging again. Sticking my tongue out, I ran it over her swollen sweet spot.Both her hands grabbed my hair and held me. I couldn't help but smile.
"Please, Rush, please. You make it feel so good. Please." Her sexy little pleadings were about to make me explode. I wanted in her just as bad as she wanted me in there but I was also enjoying this. I focused on making her come in my mouth while she twisted and moaned on the bed. When she finally screamed my name and that she was coming I jumped up and stripped my clothes off in record time.
We didn't need a condom anymore. I laid over her and with one easy stroke I was in her. Blaire grabbed onto my shoulders and threw her head back. If this was how all pregnant women were, then why the f**k didn't men keep their women knocked up? This was hot. So hot I might not make it very long.
"Fuck me, Rush. Real hard," Blaire panted.
"Baby, you keep saying stuff like that and I'm gonna blow before you want me to."