Saving Emmy by Rayne Lewis
Chapter 35
Ember watched as Eli stepped off the last rung of the ladder and admired his handiwork.
“Are you sure pale yellow was the right choice? Maybe we should’ve gone with the tea green pastel.” Ember bit her thumbnail, second guessing the paint scheme.
“Yellow is beautiful. Cheerful. Revitalizing.” Eli stepped behind her and rubbed the emerging six-month baby bump beneath her oversized sweatshirt. “Every day our child wakes, they’ll be greeted by the color of a new day.”
She wrapped her arms over his cradling her belly. “Yellow is fine for a girl, but it doesn’t exactly scream baby boy.” She worried her thumb between her teeth again.
Eli pushed her hair to the side exposing his favorite expanse of skin. She craned her neck, opening an invitation for him to indulge. Nuzzling her ear and peppering kisses down her flesh, he nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, causing a moan to rumble from her throat.
“Girl or boy, either way, the room will be fine.” He nibbled her lobe and she shrugged him away with her shoulders. Turning in his arms, she laced her arms beneath his and caressed his sculpted back below his worn tee. He did the same to her, but his hands followed her flesh to the nape of her neck, pushing the sweatshirt up and over her shoulders.
“Eli! What are you doing?” She feigned exasperation but didn’t object to him undressing her.
“I’m examining my wife.” He eyed her ample breasts and licked his lips.
Wife. The word falling from his lips brought shivers along her spine. That, and the kisses venturing lower into her newly engorged cleavage, had her pushing into him.
“I love your baby-tits, baby.” He kissed the rising mound, licking down a path into the cleft of her cleavage and biting the other rounding mound as he emerged. “I loved your tits before, but good God, I could feast on these beauties all day.”
Ember looked down at the him between her breasts. Her dusky pink nipples stood stiff and enlarged, like plump little raspberries poking through the black lingerie bra. It had nothing in the area of support, but the intricate lace pattern made her feel sexy as her ever-changing body began filling out in places she'd never carried weight. Eli ran his finger below the straps and over the ridgeline of each cup and it brought back the memory of the morning she cried because her favorite bra made her expanding breasts look like rising bread dough in a too-small pan. Eli came home that evening carrying a little pink boutique bag that held a matching bra and panty set. She was shocked he’d shopped at her favorite lingerie store. When he admitted Maven had given him her measurements, but he picked out the scandalous set himself, she could have kissed her friend. She immediately modeled the set for Eli, which was pointless, because the show lasted all of five minutes before he stripped them from her body, worshiping her while the lacy set lay in a crinkled heap on the floor. The memory brought a pulse to her inner muscles.
He pulled at her budding nipple through the lace and the shock brought her to the present. He explored, never leaving either unattended, sucking her nipple through her bra and pinching the other between his fingers. They were oh-so-sensitive and each flick of his tongue, pull, or pluck of his finger was like lightning splaying jolts of pleasure throughout her lady bits and sanding surges of need to her clit, dampening her panties.
Eli pushed the cups of her bra below each breast, surging them higher onto her chest, tweaking one nipple and biting the nib of the other. A shriek erupted from her steady crooning when he bit a little too hard, and she felt his smile against her flesh as he kissed the sting away. He didn’t let up. Panting, she grasped his tee and pulled it over his head. He released her reddening nipple with a pop and she begrudged the loss. He pushed down her leggings and underwear with one push of his hands over her luscious ass and down her legs. She stepped out of the pooling fabric as Eli removed his jeans and boxers with urgency.
The sight of his heavy cock, glistening with precum, had her wanting to swallow the head and swirl his salty essence over her tongue. A shot of want throbbed deep in her pussy. Eli wasted no time when he pushed two fingers high into her tight sheath, causing her to clinch around his thick fingers, as he delved deep, pumping them in and out. The rhythmic sound of suctioning wetness should have embarrassed her but only spurred her on.
“Eli, I’m going...I’m going...Elijahhhh!” She belted out his name and he held his fingers deep within her spasming walls until the tightening muscles let loose with a gush of cum that pooled in his palm and trickled down her thighs.
“My God, baby. You let loose like a canon.” He removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. Her musky tang sprang from his fingers, and at the sight, she wanted to taste him more than ever. She went down on her knees, grasping his shaft, feeling its pulse in her hand. She caressed his heavy sack with her palm, rolling his balls in her hand, then gave a slight pull. Eli’s head fell back as she slid him deep into her mouth until she felt him bump into the back of her throat. She’d learned to suppress her gag reflex, allowing her to deep throat him, holding him deep.
“Em, I can’t—”
She loved to hear him beg, so she pushed him even deeper, past the group of constricting muscles, and swallowed, causing them to squeeze his engorged head. He was no longer in her mouth, he was deep in her throat.
“Baby, please, I’m begging you, I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”
She pulled him out of her throat, leaving a line of saliva trailing from her tongue to his shaft, then licked the underlying rigid vein from root to tip, slathering his head with a flattened tongue and her remaining spit. She purposely dragged her teeth over the sensitive head.
Eli let out a groan. “Fucking vixen.” He fell to his knees, pushing her back and lowering her to the plush carpet. “You’re going to regret that.”
“I’m hoping so.” Ember gave him a devilish grin and he took her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, not waiting for an invitation. He wanted her and wanted her now. He pulled back tugging her exposed nipple, causing her to scream.
“Naughty girls get naughty punishments.”
God, she loved how they played, opening them to a new world of sexuality. He knew just what she liked. He constantly pushed her boundaries, but never pushed her too far.
* * *
Eli nestled between her legs, pushing them beyond their normal spread to accommodate his broad thighs, and hauled her ass into his lap. He looked down her body and his eyes locked on her rounding stomach. A moment of reverence hit him when he glided his hands gently over her skin, settling them over the round bulge. The urgency he was just experiencing halted the moment he felt the firmness beneath his fingers. He leaned over, bringing his forehead to her navel, kissing the swollen flesh, lingering in worship of this woman he called his own.
“Eli?” Ember’s call met his ears, but still, he stayed planted to her midriff. “Um, babe...kinda feeling antsy.” The urgency in her plea had him smiling against her flesh. She got to feel their baby every minute of the day, but he reveled in wonder each time he could worship her womb, and his heart stopped every time he felt a small flutter or faint kick beneath his palm.
“Elijah, if you don’t get a move on, I’m going to have to finish this myself.”
As if that’s a threat. He loved to watch her masturbate. The way she arched and writhed, sprawling and humping to the rhythm of her own fingers or toys. It was like every holiday and birthday rolled into one. As tempting as it was to watch her go to town on herself, he wasn’t passing up the opportunity to take her where she lay.
“Daddy’s going to help Mommy. If you hear dirty cuss words, it’s just Mommy being a bad girl. Just ignore her filthy tongue.” Ember swatted him on the shoulder as he kissed her stomach. With unmatched affection he then whispered, “Daddy loves you, little one,” and he ran his hands down her sides. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this woman and child in his arms, but he would spend forever being their protector.
Then he worshiped his woman like the goddess she was.
* * *
Her body went lax. She was floating. There was no ground. There was no ceiling. She hovered in space where time didn’t exist.
“Come back to me, babe...come back, Red....” She heard Eli’s voice but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. She wanted to stay in the ether of sexual bliss.
“”Babe…” his voice crooned...Red, baby…”
His voice was lulling her to sleep. She answered him with a pleasant little grunt.
“Emmy, girl...come on.”
She felt him lift her body from the plush carpet, not even caring if she had rug burns on her back or ass. She loved the feel of his naked torso against her cheek as he carried her sated body to their bed.
“Is it terrible we just had sex in our child’s nursery?” She mumbled the words into his bare chest.
“Go to sleep, Red.”
“But, we need to finish the crib and table...the rocker…” The words trailed off when he laid her in bed and she settled her back against him. Eli spooned her from behind, his hand cupping her baby bump. She knew once and for all her was their protector.