I slide my fingers between her lips, being careful not to go too hard so I don’t gag her. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime. She tentatively flicks her tongue against my fingers, slowly tasting her own juices on my skin.
“You see why I can’t get enough, baby? This is why I love making you wet. You’re like fucking candy.”
I kiss her, tasting the flavor of her essence on her tongue, and my cock starts to weep.
“Ride me,” I tell her. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, but I need you on top now.”
She moves quickly, centering herself above my cock. She gasps as my erection fills her, inching her way down slow and steady. When I’m fully seated, she reaches behind me and grabs the headboard. Then she starts to work those hips, rocking forward and back, making greedy little circles as my cock tickles her walls.
“Fuck me,” I tell her. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me hard.”
Her eyes are clenched shut, her lips parted, and little moans slip out with every breath she takes. She is stunning, my woman, her dark hair splayed over her shoulders, her full tits jiggling with every roll of her hips.
I stare at her, watching transfixed as she chases her climax, riding and fucking, rolling and gasping, using the headboard for leverage to drive her body into mine.
I grip her hips, help her pick up speed as she jerks back and forth, the sensual rolling becoming a frantic, greedy itch only my body can scratch. She howls, tosses her head back, begs me for more. More of me, more of this. All of me.
While she’s riding and fucking, I pinch her nipples between my fingertips and roll those tender peaks until she’s screaming my name, whimpering that she’s gonna come.
“Come for me, sweetheart.” I encourage her, lifting my hips in time with hers, driving my cock as deep into her as I can with her on top.
She shudders and nearly slows down, but then she chases it harder, pounding me so forcefully, the headboard bangs the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat.
“Don’t stop,” I demand. “Don’t you dare stop.” I urge her on, thanking my angels that with her on top like this, I can control myself a little more. I’d never forgive myself if I blew my load and cut her pleasure short.
She releases the headboard and claws my shoulders, leaning her chest into my face and clinging to me. “Baby,” she cries out, “baby, baby, uhhhhh…”
And then, she’s falling, spiraling over that edge, her mouth open, her sweet breath in my hair, her tits crushed against my face.
I hold her, feel every powerful shake as she rides that climax, a climax that seems to go on and on and on.
When she finally stills, she licks her dry lips and looks at me. “I don’t know if that was the pregnancy or just missing you, but that was intense.”
“You okay?” I ask. That was a lot of movement and a lot of shaking for a woman who’s spent the last couple of days unable to keep down even water when the morning sickness is at its worst.
She is breathless, trembling. This is how I first bonded with her. Her skin against mine, our sweat, our passion. Questions, answers. Laughter, tears. Blood and fear. I never want to spend another day without this woman, and I need her to know that.
“I’m amazing,” she says, sounding clear and happy.
“I want this every day,” I tell her. “Not just the fucking, but I’ll take as much of this body as you’ll give me. I want this. Being together. Being there for each other. Sickness, health. Fear, pain. I’m in this, Violet. I’m in this with you.”
Her lips part and she licks them. “I believe you. And I want the same thing. All of us.” She pats her belly. “It doesn’t feel real yet since all I feel is sick.” She cocks her head and gives me a sideways smile as she thinks about it. “And maybe a little more sensitive, which I’ll take—thank you very much, hormones. But I want all of what we can be. No matter how hard it gets. I want to try with you, Shadow. Every day in every way.”
We kiss again, but this time, it’s without tongues, without desperate hunger that only the other person can satisfy. This kiss is a promise. A vow we make to each other. To the tiny little soul inside her that only happened because of what we share, who we are, and who we will become together.
She breaks the kiss. “Your turn,” she reminds me. “Let’s do this while my body is cooperating.” She covers her mouth and makes a fake gagging sound. “You just said in sickness and in health. I’ve got the sickness part down.”
She rolls onto her stomach and holds her ass high in the air. “This,” she says. “I have had a thousand fantasies about this since I left the compound.”
I’m more than happy to make that fantasy a reality. She’s still wet when I fist my cock and slide it against her pussy lips, but I want to coax another climax out of her. And since I can go in bare, I want to savor as much as she can take.
I rub the head of my cock along her wet seam, making sure to hit her clit with each stroke. She wiggles her ass, and I clamp my fingers against her plush cheeks. “I wanna smack this ass so bad,” I grit. “I don’t want to hurt you, though.”
“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, Shadow. Spank me, baby.”
So, I do, palming her ass before I lift my hand and bring it down against her skin. She immediately cries out in pleasure, her pleas for more causing my cock to weep precome. My eyes roll back in my head, and I use her hips for leverage, letting my cock slide between those wet lips until I’m as deep as I can go.
She pushes her ass back against me, making little banging movements in time with my thrusts.
