The moment I’m full of him, my heart starts to settle, and I cling to him, not interested in moving, just enjoying the sensation of being full of him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“I am now. We can fuck in a minute, but for now I just need to feel you inside of me, as close as we can be.”
“Okay, Doll,” he says, his voice soft and understanding.
Is this how he feels when he can’t see me? If it is, I’m not surprised he follows me around like a constant shadow.
For several long moments, neither of us moves. His dick is stretching me wide, but he doesn’t grind his hips. He just holds me against him, his cock filling my desperate body.
“Fuck me,” I whisper into the pulse fluttering in his neck. “Please.”
Carrying me over to the bed, he lays me down on it, his body caging me in as he fucks me slow and sweet, his cock never fully leaving me, like he senses my need to stay as close as possible. When I come, tears fill my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as Ithink, but don’t say the words that I’m suddenly so sure are true.“I love you, Knight.”
After he’s positioned me with a pillow under my butt and I promise to keep my legs in the air, he finishes his run while I watch, relaxed and happy. We eat breakfast naked, then he carries me upstairs and runs the bath for us.
Usually, he showers after his workout and just sits by the side of the tub to help me get clean, but this morning, he sinks into the water with me, pulling me to sit in front of him, my back to his chest.
Coating his hands in soap, he washes me, ensuring he doesn’t miss an inch of skin. His nails dig deliciously into my scalp as he rubs shampoo into my hair before he washes it out, then smooths conditioner onto the ends.
I read somewhere that you have to do the same thing over sixty times before it becomes a habit, yet it’s only day eight with him, and I’ve already gotten accustomed to the things he does for me each day.
Like every other day before this, I tip my head back waiting for him to wash out the conditioner, but instead of feeling the warm water on my head, I feel his hand slide across my stomach and slip between my thighs.
Parting my folds with his fingers, he circles my clit for a moment before he slides two fingers into my sex.
“Knight?” I question. We’ve had sex a lot of times since we got together, but we usually manage to keep our hands off each other for most of the day if we have sex in the morning.
“Tell me what feels good,” Knight rasps, slowly pumping his fingers into me.
“I don’t…” Words fail me as he finds a spot inside of me that makes a soft moan fall from my mouth.
“There,” he says, like he’s asking me and telling me at the same time.
“What are you doing?” I ask, panting a little as his fingers slip in and out of me while his other hand joins the party, rubbing and circling my clit.
“Practicing,” he tells me robotically, like it should have been obvious.
Words fail me as his fingers fuck me in slow, sure strokes, pushing me higher and higher until I tip over the edge and come with a shocked cry.
By the time I’ve recovered enough to speak, the conditioner has been washed from my hair, and Knight is lifting me out of the tub and wrapping me in a towel.
“What was that?” I question after he’s dried my hair and carried me into the closet.
“I don’t have extensive experience with manual stimulation, but as your body reacted, and you reached orgasm, I believe that I met your expectations,” he informs me, stepping past me to look at my things hanging on the rail.
“I wasn’t being serious when I said you should add finger fucking me to the daily schedule,” I say, wide-eyed and incredulous.
“Why not? I enjoyed fucking you with my fingers. I’m looking forward to doing it again at lunchtime.”
A laugh bursts from me, but Knight doesn’t look like he’s making a joke. In fact, he looks deadly serious.
“You can’t add finger fucking me to lunch,” I say with a chuckle.
“Once you’re pregnant, there may come a time when you’re too uncomfortable for me to fuck you. I believe that adding manual stimulation to our daily routine now will benefit both of us. Then if you’re on your period or expecting our child, your body will already know to crave the endorphin release because it’s gotten used to it.”
“That’s…that’s…”
