“I think you’ll have to be on top—” I began, and she snickered.
“You think? What was your first clue?” She waved me onto the bed. “Come on. Don’t dilly dally. Get on your back so I can ride you like the stallion you are.”
It was my turn to laugh. “You’ve been reading those dirty romances from Cathy again, haven’t you?Ride me like the stallion I am? Who even says that kind of shit?”
“Stop stalling and get on this bed.”
I climbed around her, laying on my back, my cock jutting out. With a little hum of appreciation, Alison crawled toward me and somehow managed to throw one leg over my thighs. She rose up on her knees, hovering over my waiting cock, and looking at her, all I could think wasgoddess.
“You look like a fucking goddess,” I managed to groan out the words, needing her to hear them. “A fucking sexy goddess.”
She smiled down at me. “Thank you, Noah. Thank you for that. Now, it turns out I can’t reach your cock around my belly, so can you line yourself up?”
I wanted to laugh—fuck, that was funny—but I was too invested in what I needed to do. My hands were shaking a little, but I managed to get to the right spot, entering her just enough that when she sank down with a long sigh, I filled her completely.
I could’ve happily stayed that way forever, but Alison was on a mission. She began riding me, gyrating, writhing on me, searching for the movement that felt like exactly what she needed.
It had been many months since I’d had sex—and more months than that since I’d been with this woman, the one who tempted and tantalized me beyond any other. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but when I felt my balls tightening and the familiar rise of intense pleasure, it was all too soon.
“Baby, I’m going to—gonna come—ahhhhhh!”
I groaned out a series of nonsense words as I came, spurting into her tight sheath, calling her name at the very end. It was intense, and it was fucking incredible.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I panted. “Oh, my God. Alison—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—I didn’t want it to be so fast, but it’s been a long time, and—”
“Shhhhh.” She laid her finger on my lips. “You did exactly what I needed. Sperm has prostaglandin in it, and it can soften the cervix. You were perfect.”
“But wait a minute,” I protested as with a certain clumsy grace, she disengaged herself and climbed off me and flopped onto her back. “You didn’t come. Isn’t that part of the whole plan?”
“I didn’t think I’d come like that,” she shrugged. “Not that it wasn’t fabulous, but everything feels like it’s just in a slightly different spot now.”
“Well . . . come here.” I reached for a tissue to clean myself off and then rolled to my side. “Roll over and lay down facing me.”
Alison regarded me curiously for a few seconds before she did as I’d asked. “Okay. Here I am.”
“Perfect.” I slid down the bed until my eyes were level with her tits. “Baby, you’ve always had an excellent rack, but these right now? I’m crazy for them.” I rained kissed over the slopes of her breast before I drew first one nipple and then the other between my lips. Alison hummed softly, her fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head.
As my mouth ministered to her breasts, I eased my hand down between us, trying to find the right angle to get to where I wanted them. Alison anticipated my destination and parted her thighs, shifting her hips so that I had better access to get around the bump.
When I slipped my fingers over her sex, it was wet and waiting for me. “God, sweetheart. This right here. I could touch you forever and never get enough.” I found her clit and pressed my thumb there, grinning when she rewarded me with a hoarse cry. “When I think of you coming for me . . . against my mouth, my fingers, around my dick . . . it’s the sexiest, most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.”
“Fuck, Noah,” she gasped. “God, harder—right there—oh, God, finger me. Please. I’m so close. I want to come, Noah—so close, so fucking close—”
My thumb continued to work her clit while I thrust first two and then three fingers into her throbbing channel. Alison gripped my shoulders, riding my hand, murmuring small syllables of encouragement until she gasped and went rigid, her fingers digging into my skin and her body pulsing around my hand.
Immediately, her gasp of pleasure turned to one of shock, and I sat up quickly.
“Alison? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
She pointed to her bump which had gone even harder as the muscles there contracted. I framed her stomach with both hands, my eyes wide with wonder.
“That—that was a contraction!” Alison breathed. “I’m pretty sure it was.”
“Did it hurt?” I asked, my forehead drawn together in concern.
She shook her head. “No. It just felt—weird. Like everything was clenching in one spot.”
“Do you think we did it?”
