Dawn's POV

In the bedroom, David peeled off my shirt, leaving my panties on as he lowered me to the bed, propped a pillow under me, and got on his knees.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked, pulling apart both my legs slowly. He was being so careful with me that it made me grin like a romantic fool.

"Yes, I am."

"If you're not, just let me know okay?"

When I nodded, he leaned forward and kissed me on my stomach, uncoiling threads of sensation inside me. He traced down with his ministrations, following the black vertical line that extended down my belly button to the roof of my vagina where he sucked.

Instant shivers shot through me and goosebumps covered my skin. A shaky breath stuttered across my lips. "David..."

I couldn't see him but I could feel him, I could feel his breath on my inner thigh, I could feel him nibbling my skin, running his nose up and down my panties, exhaling so deeply it tipped me over the edge. He was teasing me on purpose and his gestures had me wetting my panties more than they already were.

The moan of satisfaction he released when he slid his tongue over the side of my panties didn't pass me. He released one again, sucking gently on the exposed flesh as if he had all the time in the world. My breathing grew thicker. My skin prickled with need and I found myself moving my hips. "Take it off," I begged, my voice reduced to a murmur. "Take off my panties, please."

He raised his head at me, a slow smile stretching on his beautiful face as he hooked his fingers into my panties and drew them down slowly, taking his time to expose me to him. I closed my eyes and swallowed conclusively. Thank God for Becky who had persuaded me to have my hair trimmed. I could only imagine the embarrassment I would've felt when he parted my legs and found a vineyard of hairy curls.

"Always so wet." The words breezed out of his mouth as he slid his tongue over my slit, causing me to nearly jump off of bed but his hands on my thighs held me firm and open to him.

"Fuck..."

He did it again, dragging his long tongue over my slit to my clit, licking from side to side, doing it again and again, torturing me. "Oh God, David, keep doing that," I begged in a trembling voice.

He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, each stroke driving me higher towards this undesirable cutting edge of desire, and then he sucked on it, growling as he did. Holy shit. I ground my pussy against his face, I was close, my toes curled and my hips bucked off the bed. "David, I'm close." I whimpered, urging him to suck me harder but he stopped instead, pulling his sweet tongue away, leaving me momentarily confused as coldness invaded me at the sudden loss of pleasure.

I whined and thrashed but he came up and shut me up with a wild kiss that left me breathless. "David I need to cum." I mumbled into his mouth, mewling at the way he dragged my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard, making them red and plump.

"Not yet." His kisses descended from my lip to my jaw, down to my neck, my shoulders, my chest, and my breasts. He cupped them gently, rolling my sore nipples between his fingers before pushing them together and taking them into his mouth.

My body arched gently off the bed. I sunk my hand into his hair, whispering how good his hot mouth felt on me, how hot my body burned.

He was moaning, sucking my nipples harder, biting down harder, so much so that I felt my colostrum spurting into his throat and I was expecting him to stop but he didn't, he sucked fiercely, milking me, gladly drinking me until I was writhing and quaking and when he finally pulled away, a drop of creamy sap slipped down his chin to the stumble in his jaw, making me clench.

"Why did you stop when it..." I flushed, trailing off as embarrassment and desire threaded inside me.

"I liked the taste," he told me, wiping his chin with a finger and dipping it into his mouth. "And I found it extremely sexy that I was drinking out of my wife's breast. I think I'm addicted."

The look he gave me when he said those words made my body ache. "You say the craziest things, David." I managed breathlessly.

"I do, that's because I'm crazy for you." One more peck on the lips and he was down between my legs again, sitting on his heels. He stared down at my parted legs, no doubt watching the arousal dripping into the sheets.

"So wet and pretty." He breathed, slipping his fingers between my folds and parting my swollen lips. "And all mine."

"Yes," I managed. Oh God, help me I was losing it.

He pushed a finger into me and joined it with a second. My head fell back against the sheets. "Oh, God, yes." I bucked into his fingers, taking him deeper, welcoming the wonderful sense of fullness.

"So needy." Slowly he slid his fingers in and out, coating them with my wetness. "Tell me how it feels."

I raised my hip in desperation, straining against his hand for release. "So good, David."

He gave me an arrogant smile. "My Little innocent whore. Let's make you cum." He drove his fingers into me so hard, so deep, curving it and his upward thrust hit me in a place that caused intense pressure to build in my lower abdomen.

Extreme bliss roared through me. "Oh fuck!" I clasped my belly and cried out, my body vibrating with an unfamiliar surge. "David stop, oh my!" An explosion brewed in my gut and I tried to suppress the growing inferno but his fingers dug deeper, setting me ablaze. "David, oh no, I'm going to!-"I shut my eyes tight, convulsing as a rush of fluid came gushing out of my body like a fire hose.

I felt so good I didn't want it to end, I stayed there, stiff, riding it out, only fluttering my eyes open when I was done and the sight I met made my body turn cold.

"Oh my God, David."

His face and shirt were drenched and he had my fluid dripping down his hair.

Holy...

My cheeks heated. "I'm sorry." I apologized immediately for squirting all over him.

He had an amused glint in his eyes as he wiped his face. "It's fine, except for the fact that I think I got pee in my mouth."

My eyes lowered. "It's not pee," I muttered.

He grabbed the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it over his head. "You don't say."

I bit my lip. "It's really not pee, it's a mixture of-"

"I know," he chuckled. "You don't need to explain." He shifted up, hovering over me with his lip grazing mine. "And I don't mind if you really pee on me. Do it as much as you want, it's hot to watch."

I laughed. "You're just saying that because you're thinking with your dick right now."

"Maybe." He dusted a kiss over my lips. "Maybe not." He did it again, pressing his lips gently to mine. "God there's so much dirty things I want to do to you, Dawn." He breathed, resting his forehead on mine. "I want to fuck you to numbness and fill this room with your screams so your neighbors know you're owned." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Don't ever keep this pussy away from me again, okay?"

His words made me hot all over again. "I won't," I promised, circling his neck.

He smiled and rubbed his nose against mine. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed."

***

After the long satisfying bath that involved a heated make-out section, David helped me into my dress and replaced the soaked sheets with the new ones that we now laid comfortably on.

The storm had passed and the rain reduced to light pitter patters. David spooned me, running his hand up and down the curve of my hip and aside from the sound of the tender kisses he placed on my skin, the room was quiet.

"Is it me or do you smell extraordinary good?"

I relaxed into his touch. "That's because I just took a bath."

"No." He nuzzled into my neck, sniffing me slightly. "It's different. It's..." He trailed off, sniffing me again. "It's intoxicating."

"You're just whipped."

His lips twisted on my skin, he was smiling. "Maybe I am." He said, itching closer, the warmth of his body radiating alongside his swelling erection that pressed against the back of my thighs.

I ignored the tingling feeling and continued. "I was thinking about baby names."

"What do you have in mind?" He asked, catching my earlobe between his teeth and giving it a playful nip.

I quivered a little but pressed on. "If it's a girl. I want it to be Ileana." I told him, rubbing my bump as I said so.

He darted his tongue out, sliding it lazily over my lobe. "And if it's a boy?"

My legs clenched together. I gulped. "I don't know, you choose."

He stopped and paused like he was thinking. "What about Kiran?"

"Kiran Earl Argent." I tasted the name in my mouth and smiled. "It kind of sounds good."

"So we have a name then." His hand came to meet mine on my bump. "Ileana or Kiran."

"What if it's both?"

His body went rigid behind me.

I laughed. "It's just one and I hope it's a girl. I really want it to be an Ileana." I confessed. "Alex also wants an Ileana too."

"He said that?"

A smile played on my lips. I nodded. "Yes, he did. What about you?"

"Anyone is fine, what matters is you and long as you're here with me, it'll all be good."

His words lingered in my head, causing them to become heavy.

I lifted myself slowly and turned to the other side so I could meet his mesmeric eyes. "David." I began, swallowing the thickness of emotion in my throat.

"Yeah, princess." He answered, brushing my hair out of my face, smiling.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Mm." He nodded. "Sure."

My stomach swirled as I prepared to ask the question I was going to need an answer to. "I want you to promise that If anything happens to me..."

His smile waned immediately and he blinked, processing my words. "Nothing is going to happen to you, Dawn."

I knew he would say that and deep down, I silently prayed it was the case but if it wasn't, I needed to be sure. "I know," I moved closer, placing my hand on his warm cheek. "I'm just-"

"No Dawn." He cut me, withdrawing my hand from his face.

"Just listen, please. If anything happens, I want you to promise me that you'll love our baby and not hate it or resent it."

His eyes closed, face twisting as if my words brought him so much pain, as if it made him sick to the stomach. "Don't, Dawn please."

My lower lip trembled. "Just promise me okay."

He shook his head adamantly.

"David please," I pleaded.

He inhaled a shaky breath and opened his eyes flooded with agony. "I'm scared."

A pang of pain shot through my chest. My heart ached and I fought back tears. "Me too..." I told him honestly. "But I need you to promise. Please. Just give me your word."

For what felt like an eternity, he said nothing, just stared at me, but after a deep intake of breath, he breezed out the words. "I promise," and closed his eyes once more.

Relief flooded me. I pressed my head to his chest, trying very hard to hold back my tears. "I love you, David."

His hand came around me and he kissed my hair. "I love you too, always."