Gloria's Forever (Gloria Book 3) by Nelle L'Amour Read Free Book Online Page B

sultry voice drifts into my ears. “Did you know that strawberries are also a natural aphrodisiac?”
    Whatever. I’m too caught up in the sensual pleasure he’s giving me.
    “In art and literature, they’re called ‘fruit nipples.’ And aptly, my beautiful pregnant wife, the many tiny seeds symbolize fertility.”
    My ‘fruit nipples’ are getting me completely aroused. Now that I’m pregnant, they’re even more sensitive. Wet heat blossoms between my thighs. I moan again as Jaime trails the strawberry around the circumference of each breast, and then slowly down my torso over my swollen belly until it reaches the space between my legs. He rubs the tip up and down my slick folds and then draws circles with it around my clit. He presses harder. The wet skin of the berry mingles with mine, creating an out of this world erotic sensation. A groan escapes my throat.
    “How does this feel, angel?”
    “Berry, very good,” I moan. Oh does it! Our glazed eyes connect. He smiles wickedly. I so want him inside me. He’s made me so ripe for him. But to my dismay, he moves the berry away from my hungry pussy. I gasp.
    “Eat!” he orders, dangling the monstrous, soaked strawberry above my mouth. He puts it to my lips and traces the outline with the tip. I close my eyes, savoring the sublime sensation. After one rotation, I part my lips and bite into the berry. My own sweet juices mix with the juices of the fruit and create an erotic cocktail. Moaning, I swallow, and with one more bite, I polish it off.
    “Did you like that, Gloria?”
    “Mmm.” Opening my eyes, I nod with a smile.
    With a glint of satisfaction, he smiles back at me. “Good. Now, it’s my turn. I want to taste you.” I watch as he reaches into the bucket for another succulent strawberry. He repeats his actions. I repeat my reactions. Removing the glistening plump berry from my pussy, he lifts it to his mouth and languidly rolls his tongue around it. My eyes stay fixed on him as he inserts the whole berry into his mouth. Clamping his luscious lips on it, he bites down and swallows hard. It’s like a slow motion dream.
    “Mmm. Mrs. Zander, you do taste so berry good. But I’m thirsting for more.” My feverish eyes stay glued on him as he pops open the bottle of Prosecco and glogs a mouthful. The excess drizzles from his mouth. Holy shit. So unbelievably sexy.
    “Have some,” he breathes out.
    “You know I can’t. I’m preg—”
    Before I can finish my sentence, Jaime crashes his lips on mine and forces my mouth to open. His tongue, laced with the flavor of the chilled sparkling wine, dashes inside and then dances with mine. Swirling and twirling. It tastes so good. He tastes so good. I moan into his delicious mouth, cupping his face and deepening our passionate kiss. An electric current zaps every nerve of my body. And then, without warning, he pours the rest of the bubbly all over me. I jolt.
    “What are you doing?” I scream out, breaking away.
    A cocky smile plays on his contemplative face. “I’m going devour every bit of you, sweet angel.”
    “Don’t you want some more of the Prosecco?”
    He licks his glistening lips. “No, baby. I’m already drunk with love.”
    In a heartbeat, his talented tongue is scrolling down my body, sensuously savoring every bit of the liquid. He starts at the hypersensitive crook of my neck and languidly slides it down to the valley between my engorged breasts, lapping and licking. He flicks my nipples, hardening them further. I let out a loud sigh. It feels so divine. The small of my back arches, and between my upper thighs, a barrage of sparks is set off. Some of the Prosecco has gathered in the pit of my navel. Jaime’s warm velvety tongue dips into it and laps at it. The fire between my legs intensifies at the squishy erotic sound. I moan again this time louder, my navel, with its lifelines to Paulette and Payton, more sensitive than ever.
    His tongue continues to travel down to my center where