Gravid
Eames gripped the bedstead with shaking hands and tried to stiffle a moan. Eames gripped the bedstead with shaking hands and tried to stiffle a moan.
A tangle of red hair spilled across her swollen left breast as a tongue slowly circled the aureole of her right. Fingers moved rhythmically against her clitoris as her hips bucked as high as her gravid stomach would allow. Her breath came fast-- the mouth closed over her nipple and sucked.
"Oh, God. Oh sweet Jesus...."
Bishop looked up, and interrupted her sucking to grin at her. "Nobody here by that name."
Eames groaned with frustration, took Bishop's head in her hands, and placed it between her thighs. Bishop licked like a kitten at fresh cream....
An hour later she was watching Eames dress. "What's your hurry? You could stay the night if you like."
Eames hooked her bra and pulled on her flannell shirt. "Nope. Have to be ready for work tomorrow."
"What happens at work tomorrow?"
"We go back into our respective closets," she said, and closed the door behind her.