Joe and Bethany finally have lunch.
Oh please snap out it, you know this isn't going to last! I shook my head to clear it and curiously asked, "so what's in the other bag?"
"Oh some cute little dresses and things I saw for her. I'm guessing she is not a 2T yet," he asked expectantly.
"No, not yet," I responded. He had been paying attention to everything. My goodness, how much attention? Suddenly I became very aware of all my bulges and extra plumpness that I still was unable to take off from the pregnancy. No, I was not going to think of that.
"So what were your plans for tonight," Fabio asked. I guess after one time of plans being changed he thought he'd better ask first.
"Well, I was just rewiring my system . . . we were going to watch movies and eat Chinese food." The moment I said it I wanted to take it back. Here I was with the representation of healthy living, and I was offering Chinese take-out!
Here came the alpha-male in him and just took over. He rewired everything, and I had to admit it sounded better than I had ever heard it before. We sat back with the baby between us and watched an animal movie, she laughed and giggled. Then we slipped in The Mask of Zorro, she fell asleep during it; but I thought I caught Fabio taking glances in my direction. Maybe it was just my imagination.
The movie ended, "hey Fabio excuse me a bit before the next movie. I'm just going to take a the baby upstairs and get out of these sweats."
So I went upstairs, put the baby to bed, changed into a black stretch pants and a green wrap blouse. Nothing fancy, but not too casual; brushed my hair, turned to go back downstairs and what should I see? He is staring at me from the doorway. "How long have you been there?"
"Since the second wardrobe change," he said with a smirk. "you really didn't have to change, you looked beautiful just as you were."
He called me beautiful. He's only being nice. "Shall we go back downstairs?" So we went back downstairs and watched Deep Impact. As usual I cried at towards the end when the meteors fell. "That's so sad," I cried and buried my face in his chest. . . His hard chest. He was so hot, and the nearness was making me think of doing naughty things to him. Don't push your luck! Fabio wrapped his arms and held me tight.
I looked up and our eyes just locked in. I worked my way up and kissed him. I kissed him deeply, slipped my tongue in and tasted him. My fingers tangled in his hair; I then straddled him so that I was directly in front of him. I continued to kiss him and feel all of him, I found myself dry-humping him and stopped myself.
"Why did you stop," he questioned.
"There's clothes in the way and I want more," I responded breathlessly.
He started by removing my top and kissing me down my neck I unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. I stood up, for what I meant to be just a moment while I took off my pants. But then he took me by the hips, slowly rolled down my panties, spread my legs apart, and started eating my hot pussy. It only fueled my desire to take him into myself even more. He was very good at what he did; as a quick climax came, I couldn't stay on my legs any longer.
I pushed him away back to the sofa, trailed hot kisses down his chest, and over that washboard stomach. I pulled his pants off and was greeted by his hard maleness standing straight up. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and I could feel it pulsing in my hand. I began stroking it and he let out a soft groan. Emboldened, I lowered my mouth and took the tip in then lowered down till he reached the back of my throat. I sucked him in real hard and pulled up on him hard. I lowered down again and rolled my tongue around his hard member, and back up again. Up and down, again and again, I could hear Fabio's breathing become ragged and his fingers digging through my hair. A little longer and he bucked a little; his hot cum filling my mouth.
Before he could come completely I withdrew my mouth and continued to massage him with my hands.