Andre
It’s been two weeks since going into lockdown, and everyone is going crazy. Tinsley is freaking out because she swears her stuff keeps getting moved and some small things are missing. My anxiety, stress, and frustration are riding me so hard I’m being short and snappy with Tinsley when she’s not done anything. I lay in the bed with her on my chest, just taking in the stillness and peace of the world before the sun breaks the horizon, waking everyone.
Tinsley shifts in her sleep, running her leg up over mine against my aching cock. Memories of her swallowing my cock over and over cause me to groan and shift as my dick gets impossibly harder. For the last two weeks, Tinsley and I have done everything but have sex. My need to feel her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock is almost all I can think about to the point I’ve reverted to a fucking teenager again, walking around with a fucking hard-on all the time.
She moans in her sleep, my T-shirt riding up on her thigh, giving me a sneak peek of the bottom of her ass. Gritting my teeth, I shift and try to find relief for my aching cock. Out of nowhere, I feel her hand run down my chest, wrapping around my cock before she ever opens her eyes. She shifts so she is straddling mywaist, the head of my cock cradled by her pussy lips. She kisses up my chest to my ear where she nips it before sucking it into her mouth to soothe the pain. I left my hips sliding my dick between her pussy lips, bumping her clit, causing her to moan and press hard onto me.
“Do you remember where I went yesterday?” she murmurs, peppering me with nips and kisses.
“Is this really the time to have this conversation?” I grit out, holding her hips so she’s exactly where I need her to be.
“You see, I think it is, considering I went to go see my OBGYN and as of this morning I am twelve weeks and one day. Meaning I’m officially off bed rest,” she whispers into my ear as she grinds down hard on my cock.
My brain has completely lost the plot, and her words are not making any sense. “Tesoro, I’ve got no idea what you’re trying to tell me.”
“What I’m saying is, fuck me, Andre. I’ve dreamed of your cock sliding deep into my pussy nearly every night since the first time,” she demands.
That’s when it clicks. The doctor took her off bed rest, and she’s past the danger zone. I flip her so she is under me and then line my cock up with her pussy. Our eyes meet, and I take the time to kiss her long and sweet. Tinsley rubs her hands up my back and runs her nails back down. I kiss her until she is shifting, searching for relief under me, and then I slide slowly into her pussy.
“Fuck, Tesoro, you're so fucking tight,” I groan through clenched teeth.
“Andre, it’s too big. I’m so fucking full,” she moans, trying to wiggle away from my intrusion.
I reach between us, running my thumb over her clit. Instantly Tinsley’s body relaxes while her pussy clenches around my dick. I slowly pull back so just the head of my dick is inside her and pause. She whimpers, shifting her hips trying to chase her own release. Slowly, with a control I didn’t even know I was capable of, I slide into her hot heat. She throws her head back in a moan, pushing her breasts out.
The peaks of her nipples are visible through my shirt. Unable to resist, I lean forward and pull a hard nipple into my mouth, sucking on it through the shirt. It’s exactly what she needed because it's not four strokes later and she’s begging for release.
“Andre, baby please, I hurt. I need to come,” she whispers over and over.
I pick up my pace, though I’m still holding back because I don’t want to hurt her or the baby. In frustration, Tinsley meets me, thrust for thrust. I sit back on my heels, pulling her up to straddle my thighs. At this angle, I’m impossible deeper.
Tinsley shifts her hips, grinding her clit down on me as she chases her own relief.
“That’s it, baby. Take exactly what you need from me,” I growl and nip her nipple hard through her shirt.
Tinsley comes so hard that she falls limp, resting her head on my shoulder. I wait a few heartbeats before I pull her back, searching her eyes to make sure she’s okay. Looking back at me is pure bliss and contentment. I kiss her hard, dominating her mouth, working to build her need up so she can give me another orgasm. The kiss goes on, and Tinsley rocks her hips, chasing another one. Pulling away from her, I lay us back down and start a rhythm that is all-consuming but not punishing.
“I need you, Andrea. Cum in me, please. I want to feel you leak out of me all day,” she whispers just as her orgasm takes her over.
Gritting my teeth, I urge, “Not yet, Tesoro. You’ll wait for me.”
“I can’t wait. I need to … now,” she croons.
“You can and will wait,” I demand, picking up my pace.
“Please, please.” She whines, shaking her head back and forth, “I can’t wait anymore.”
I’m so close. “Eyes. I need to see those blue eyes.”
Her eyes snap open, and she reaches out, cupping the back of my head. “I love you, Andre Kardoni.” And then she slams her mouth to mine.
The kiss goes from sweet to heat, and when I sweep my tongue into her mouth, she sucks on it and I come so hard my head spins. Leaning down, I kiss her on her mouth before rolling to the side so I don’t lay all my weight on her. I reach out, pulling her onto my chest. She sighs, snuggling into my chest. I lay there running my fingers up and down her spine.
As we lay there, her words came back to me. “Tinsley?”
“Hmmm?”
“Did you mean it when you said it?” I ask her, fighting the need to run from her.
