The Other Grey Girl - part 4

Taylor left turn and we drive up our drive way and he stops by the front door. Elliot walks out with a huge smile on his face. I leap out of the car and jump into his arms. “Hi,” I murmur. And I kiss him passionately, our tongues entwine. I feel his arms around my waist. Hello, Taylor is watching. My subconscious intervenes. “Hold on one minute,” I say while I am trying to catch my breath. Elliot smiles wickedly. Oh that smile, I’d die for that.

I clear my throat and turn around and face Taylor. He stands discreetly, with his hands folded besides the car. “I’m sorry, Taylor. Thank you so much for bringing me home. I really appreciate it.” Taylor opens the trunk and hands my bag. “You’re most welcome, Kate. Hope you feel better soon.” He walks around the car and steps in and drives off.

When I try to turn around, Elliot is behind me. He puts his hands on my waist. Slowly his hand goes to my belly. “Our babie,” he whispers in my ear. I want to turn around and kiss him. But he kneels down and grabs my bag. “Come, let’s go inside.” He takes my hand and leads me inside. When I close the front door Elliot strokes away my hair and kisses my earlobe. Lust burns through my veins. He starts to nibble and his kisses leads over my back of my neck. I can’t take this anymore; I turn around and push against the wall. I want to rip of his clothes and make love to him right here, right now.

He lifts me up and I throw my legs around his waist. He walks up the stairs without stop kissing me. His hands go to my behind and I feel his erection growing. When we finally arrive to our bedroom the lays me down on the bed. He takes of his shoes and then kneels down to remove mine. Hastily I unbutton my pants and push if off over my hips. With his long arms he reaches up and with one smooth move the takes off my pants and tosses it aside. He starts to kiss my ankle and slowly moving up north. I push myself up from the bed and stand. Elliot gets up to. I grab his shirt and pull him against me. I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

I let my hand rooming freely over his muscular body. From the sternum to his chest, form his chest to his abs, from his abs to his happy trail. I try deftly to open his pants but he stops me. He takes a step back, and slowly starts to unbutton my blouse. His eyes never leaving mine. He takes a step closer and he shoves my blouse slowly off over my shoulders. He brings his lips to my shoulder and plants soft kisses in a trail for left to right. I wrap my hands in his hair and lean my head back for easy excess. He snakes his hands to my back and opens my bra and takes it off and tosses it next to my blouse on the floor.

Softly he pushes me on the bed kisses me on my neck and slowly moving down. He cups my right breast with his trained hands and his lips moves to my left breast. He starts nibbling my nipple while his fingers are massaging my other nipple. Finally when he stops his delicious torture and stands up and removes his pants and his boxers, his erection springs free. I push myself up and I wrap my right hand on his erection and moving slowly up and down. I look up and see the lust in his eyes. Oh I want this man so much. His hands move my hair and make a fist. I know what he’s trying to do. But before he succeeds, I put his erection in my mouth and I hear him moaning. After almost six years it’s still a thrill to hear. Slowly I am moving up and down. Baring my teeth. His breathing gets more ragged and I love it. I love him. When I take it out of my mouth, I stand up and kiss him on the lips. And once again our tongues find each other. And slowly we shuffle to the bed where Elliot lays me down.

Slowly he eases two fingers in me. The feeling is exquisite, Ana was right. Having sex while being pregnant is so much more intense. I don’t know how long his sweet torture continues. We turn around and I am sitting on top of him. Slowly I sink around him. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling for a moment. I can’t remember the feeling when I was pregnant with Ava. But this? This is so good. Slowly we start to move. We are moving faster and faster. We reach this insane tempo. His hands cup my behind and I bore my nails in his chest. My fingernails scraping over his abs. He breaths through his gritted teeth. Slowly I reach my climax, as we are moving up and down. “Oh Kate, I love you.” He whispers between his thrusts. “I. Love. You. Too.” I breathe. When I reach my climax, I dig my fingers even deeper into his skin.  “Oh Elliot,” “Oh Kate,” we both say as we reach our climax together.

Slowly he eases out of me and I am on his chest, my favorite place in the world. I close my eyes and try to savor the moment. I move my head so I can look into his eyes. His beautiful eyes. I just love him so much. And again that question pops back into my head. I try to wave it away, because I still don’t know why that question keeps coming back. “Are you okay, baby?” Elliot asks worried. I nod my head. I sit up and just as I want to say something, I am interrupted. “Mommy, mommy, mommy, Ava up.” Ava cries from the other room.

Saved by the cry, my subconscious yells. She sits back in her luxurious settee. She was ready to battle. I check to clock and notice it’s eight pm. I turn around to face Elliot, “has she been sleeping the entire time?” I look at him irritated. “Yes, why?” I grab my robe from the bathroom, “because it’s eight pm. You know we will be up all with her.” I say, I hate arguing, but now I am furious. “You told me not to wake her up.” He says apologizing. “Babe, I know she was tired but you should’ve waked her up. I don’t have the energy today to stay up late with her. I thought you maybe brought her to you parents.” I walk across the hall way and open the door. “Hi, baby.” I say. I am so happy to see her. “Mommy,” Ava says surprised. She lifts up her little chubby arms. I bend down and grab her. I walk back to our room where Elliot is waiting. He is smiling his, I have a secret smile, and walks up to me and takes over Ava.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. When I enter I blink my eyes. So many candles are lit. The bathroom smells delicious. It’s so romantic. Softly on the background music by Celine Dion is playing. “Sweetie, take your time. I’ll watch Ava.” He says lovingly. He turns around to leave the bathroom. Ava is still sitting on his arm. She is smiling her melting smile. “Elliot, wait.”Ava starts to move. Elliot squads down to put Ava on the ground and Ava walks to the bedroom, giggling. I love the sound of her smiling. “Thank you, baby. And I am sorry, sorry for earlier.” I kiss him passionately. Then there is a screeching cry from the bedroom. Together we run to the bedroom and we see what’s wrong. Ava fell down and hit her head against the bedpost……………..