Wolf - Mrs. Frankie Morales

                                    

                                          
"You make want to howl at the moon
                          
You make bend and twist into the shape of you
                          
You make me shake"
                          


                          
The pillows were carefully arranged around you so that you could lay in bed without getting heartburn. A little over eight months in and it was the latest hardship your baby had decided to put your body through. It was a surprise to you how much you actually loved being pregnant. You felt cute, constantly wearing dresses that accentuated your bump. All summer you floated around the neighbor's pool in bikinis claiming it was just to soothe your back. Secretly, you loved the relief of just floating mindlessly, blissed out in sunshine and cool water. 
                          
Foolishly, you were worried that Frankie might not be as attracted to you when you started showing but he was more insatiable these days. You were, too. You felt good in your body, side effects aside, your hormones amped up. No drugs were blazing inside you but yet you felt so in tune. Maybe that was just the buzz of Frankie. You never felt more in love or more adored. The start was rough but once you found your feet, past all the stress and initial shock, you had been so good. Your doctor asked for you to go part time about five months in so Frankie started working more, taking on odd piloting jobs. He did whatever he could to make up the difference and pay off debt. All that meant you missed him more but, when you were together, everything was so wonderful. 
                          
Frankie was working late tonight and you found yourself endlessly scrolling HBO. It was custom to torture yourself at length while trying to decide on something that you'd end up ignoring in favor of mindlessly scrolling on your phone. 
                          
The front door opened. 
                          
"Oh, thank God!" you yelled, knowing the burden of indecision would now be removed from you. Frankie laughed but as soon as he was through the bedroom door, you recognized the look in his eye. 
                          
"Oh no," you smiled. 
                          
He put his hand over his chest, lifting it up and down like his heart was beating out of it. You giggled and rubbed your legs together. He walked toward the bed and leaned over the edge and kissed the tops of your feet. 
                          
"Can't even give me a hello?" You watched as he dragged his tongue over your bare foot.
                          
Frankie shook his head no and growled as he pretended to bite your ankles. He kicked off his shoes. The tip of his nose slid up your leg and he panted like a dog while he pulled off his button up. He gave you no words, just little barks and growls as he crawled up the bed. His smile actuated every handsome line in his face and made you blush. You pushed his baseball cap up by the bill. His hair was flat and messy before you ran your fingers through it to fluff it as he kissed you. You giggled as his mouth drifted along your jaw and down your neck.
                          
You wrapped your arms around his waist, reveling in his bare skin. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned the top of your dress while his mouth nibbled at your ear. His palm caressed the soft curve of your breast and brought your nipple to attention. 
                          
"I'll buy you a new dress." He whispered in your ear. 
                          
"Why?" You laughed. 
                          
Frankie sat up and grabbed the front of your dress. He yanked hard and you felt the buttons give way, popping off their threads. 
                          
"Oh shit!" The throb you felt between your legs at his sheer display of power made you moan. 
                          
Frankie gazed down at your body while his hands skimmed over your skin. His hands followed along your round belly while he swirled his tongue around your nipple. His fingers dipped between your thighs and inside your panties. He was gentle, merely petting you while your hips rocked with him. You moaned as his lips sucked on your breast. You rubbed your hand across the front of his jeans. He ached for you there. His breaths began to tremble as his tongue trailed from one nipple to the other, mouth ravenous for your flesh.