That was, until he reached his hand down my pants, under my panties, and started to finger me. I let out a cry of pleasure as he hovered over me, his index and middle finger curling inside of me. He was controlling me like I was his puppet, and I fucking loved it.
“Oh, oh, oh, Garrett,” I said, progressively louder.
The moans and the cries only encouraged Garrett to go harder at me. His face intensified, getting that same dominant look that he’d had last time. There was a time and place for everything, and now that he was pushing me closer and closer to the first orgasm of the night, it was time for that beast, that dominant side of his, to emerge.
“Garrett…”
“You’re mine,” he growled. “And no one is fucking taking you away from me or keeping me from you.”
Oh, fuck yes.
I arched my hips into him as my pussy started to tremble. I could feel the tension reaching its greatest point, the spot where I would hold Garrett’s arm in place if he didn’t finish me off. His fingering intensified, picking up pace and clawing even deeper within me.
“Ah—”
I gasped, wanting to say his name but so short on breath that I could not. I closed my eyes and shook as I came all over, the juices of my pussy covering his fingers and my whole body shaking. I could not fathom how good pregnant orgasms felt, and we hadn’t even had sex yet!
I wriggled away when the pleasure became too much, almost rolling on my stomach before I thought better of it. I sat against the bed frame, my hair falling over my face, looking at him with an intense, primal need.
“Come,” I said, wagging my finger toward him.
“That’s one order I’ll never say no to!” he said, unbuckling his pants.
And this time, we don’t have to worry about what will happen if you finish inside me.
It was oddly liberating. Even though the stress of having a child in just half a year or so was going to be unbearable, the silver lining of great sex was freeing in the moment. I didn’t have to worry when Garrett started to swell if he could have the state of mind to pull out. He could just do whatever he wanted.
I leaned forward, unbuttoned his jeans, and reached into his pants, pulling his cock out. I gave it a few good strokes to harden it as Garrett awkwardly tried to balance letting me continue to harden him while he got his jeans and boxers off of him. We eventually made it work, and he crawled between my legs, sitting up and resting his hard cock just inches above my pussy.
“You know we can’t do it in this position,” I said with some disappointment.
“But we can still do it,” he said.
“Well, duh,” I said. “You think I’m going to let you make me come without returning the favor?”
Garrett chuckled, trying to keep his focus as I spat on my hand and went back to stroking him.
“I dunno, after everything that’s happened, I wouldn’t blame you for acting like a bitch to me.”
I laughed at that.
“Why would I do that?” I said. “My whole goal is to have you back, to make sure you stay involved with this kid. Pushing you away would be the worst thing I could do!”
Garrett shrugged, wisely deciding that not saying anything else was probably the best choice. I was about to tell him to get on his back, but the quiet peace of the moment was kind of nice. What was the rush? He wasn’t going to come right now. We could just let his cock harden in my hand.
“All right, let’s do this,” he finally said, rolling on his back. “Have your way with me, Hannah.”
Now that’s an invitation that I won’t say no to.
“You got it,” I said, continuing to stroke him.
And then I decided to surprise him.
I took him in my mouth, sucking on his cock and slurping him for a few good moments. The loud groans affirmed what I already knew: that he was loving it.
I came forward and rubbed his cock on the outline of my clit. Even just this felt so good. Garrett tossed his head back and bit his lip.
“Are you just going to tease me all night? Is that my punishment?”
