The week before tour, Matt was all nervous and shit, so he cancelled rehearsals. I almost told him it didn’t matter, that Rachel already knew the proposal was coming and I was pretty sure she was going to say yes when he finally got the balls to ask her. He didn’t need to stress out about any of it. But then I remembered the look on Kellan’s face when he’d asked me to stay quiet. It was a look that clearly said, I know asking this is pointless, since you’re just going to find a way to mess it up, but here goes…It was an expression I had seen on him one too many times, on all the guys. None of them had any faith in me. Fuckers. Well I would show them. I wouldn’t spoil anything. All I would do was thoroughly enjoy every minute of my newfound free time.
And there was nothing I liked better than killing time with Gibson and Anna. Especially Anna. She was randy as all get-out lately, constantly touching me, massaging me, whispering dirty things in my ear. Keeping her satisfied was almost a full-time job. A fucking fantastic full-time job.
“Yeah baby…play with yourself, just like that…”
Anna was straddling me on the bed, teasing me by rubbing my cock against her soaking wet pussy. The look on her face was needy, like she was going to explode if I didn’t sink inside her soon. I felt the same way. She was riling us both up by only giving me a brief taste of what I wanted. I fucking loved it. “Yeah, just like that…”
She circled the tip of my cock around her clit, then dipped me inside her, just a fraction. It took all my willpower not to grab her hips and force her on top of me. I couldn’t though; she was the one in control right now, I was just along for the ride.
Grabbing her hips, I squirmed beneath her. “Yes…do it…ride me…”
She let out a passionate growl that made my cock twitch in her hands. She squeezed me harder in response. “You like that, baby?” she said, leaning down as far as her stomach would allow. It brought her beautiful breasts within my reach, and I leaned up to suck a nipple into my mouth.
She was so sensitive that just a light swirl of my tongue made her cry out. “Oh God, yes…”
She let more of me slip inside her and I moaned around her tit in my mouth; my hands clenched and unclenched her hip, urging her forward. Fucking take me…
I switched to her other breast, and another inch slipped inside her. Yes…fuck, she felt good. She swiveled her hips, sending a throbbing ache right through me. Fuck. I needed to thrust, I needed to come. I needed her, now. Releasing her breast, I dropped my head to the pillow and arched my back. “Baby, I can’t…More…fuck, I need more…”
“Me too,” she groaned, and then she tilted her hips so I sank all the way inside her. Fuck me…Yes…“Like this, baby?” she said, sitting back so I had a perfect view of her body. It was almost too much, too intense. I was gonna come and we hadn’t even moved yet. Fuck that. My body would come when I fucking said it could, and no sooner.
Mentally adjusting myself, I stroked her hips. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous…and you feel so good. Ride me, baby.”
With her hands gently pressing on my stomach, she began to rock her hips. The ache throbbed harder and harder with each shift of her body, but I ignored it and focused on her—her face, alive with pleasure, her breasts, full and firm, her nipples, peaked with need. She wasn’t just gorgeous, she was perfection.
Her hips moved faster and faster, in rhythm with the moans escaping her mouth. I started shaking as I staved off the moment my body was dying for. Come for me, so I can come for you. Just when I thought all the willpower in the world couldn’t stop my release, Anna dropped her head back and let out a long, euphoric cry. I felt her walls closing around me and I knew I could finally let go. Thank you.
“Fuck, yeah, come for me…” I thrust into her hard a couple times, building up the biggest bang I could. When it exploded from me, I gasped. Fuck…so…fucking…good. Then I cried out. “Oh God, Anna. Fuck, yes…” Then I groaned, grunted, and made every satisfied noise under the rainbow. Fuck…I loved coming.
With a content purr, Anna leaned down and kissed me. I whimpered some response; it was all I could do. Damn, even while pregnant, my wife had moves that could make grown men cry. I was one lucky-ass fuck. She carefully extracted herself, grabbed a couple towels, then curled into my side. I just lay there, recovering from another mind-blowing release. I couldn’t wait to do that again in twenty minutes.
“So, tonight’s the big night…” she murmured, her breath still unnaturally fast.
“Hmmm?” I really didn’t care about anything outside of my cock right now.
Anna sat up on an elbow and stared down at me. “The gallery opening? Matt’s proposal?”
“Oh, yeah…that,” I said, closing my eyes. Matt, the douche holding my reins, proposing to a girl who hated me was pretty much about the last thing I wanted to talk about. I tried shifting topics. “What’s the first position you want to do again once the baby is born? Horny Bull? Petal Pusher? Lotus and the Stingray?”
Didn’t work. Anna’s mind was firmly focused on my cousin’s nuptials. Why chicks dug weddings so much, I would never understand. And Rachel seemed like the type who would want fountains, ice sculptures, doves, and butterflies, but who really needed any of that crap? Personally, I think everyone should do what Anna and I did. No muss, no fuss, no coconuts. Just straight to the point, you’re married. Boom.
“I wonder how he’s going to do it,” Anna mused. “Jenny knows, but she’s not talking.”