“Julia,” I groan.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” she admits, her voice husky. “Every night on that pull-out sofa. Thinking about how you taste. Wanting you inside me.”
“Then let’s not waste any more time.”
I climb onto the bed and position myself beside her, mindful of her belly. Missionary won’t work well at this stage, so I guide her onto her side, spooning behind her while she uses my arm as a pillow. My cock nestles against the curve of her ass, and she pushes back against me with a needy sound.
“Like this?” she asks.
“If it’s comfortable for you.”
“It’s perfect.”
I reach around to stroke between her thighs, finding her already wet and swollen. She gasps when my fingers circle her clit, hips rocking into my touch.
“So greedy,” I murmur against her ear. “So ready for me.”
“Please, Ian. I need you.”
I line myself up and push inside her slowly, savoring every inch. She’s tight and hot and absolutely perfect, her body’s embrace like coming home. I bottom out with a groan, holding still to let her adjust to my size.
When she squirms and whines for more, I know she’s ready.
I set a steady rhythm while I continue working her clit. She matches my movements, pushing back to meet each thrust. The sounds she makes are incredible. Little moans and gasps and sighs that go straight to my knot, but in this position, it’s hard to get deep enough for it to inflate inside her.
“Want to try something else?” I ask after a while. “Maybe you on top?”
She nods eagerly, and we rearrange ourselves. She straddles my hips, belly resting against my abs, and sinks down onto my cock with a satisfied moan. From this angle, I can watch her face, see every flicker of pleasure that crosses her features, enjoy her tits bouncing when I thrust up into her.
“You fill me up like this,” she breathes, rocking back and forth.
“Feel good?”
“So good.” She rolls her hips in slow circles, testing every angle of our connection. “I can’t believe I waited so long for this.”
“We’ll make up for time lost, don’t worry.”
We find a rhythm together, her riding me while I arch to meet her. My hands roam her body, cupping her breasts, stroking her sides, gripping her hips to guide her movements. She throws her head back, hair cascading down her spine, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. She’s a fucking goddess.
“Ian.” Her voice is strained. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I grunt, balls drawing tight. With the three brain cells I have left, I ask, “Do you want my knot tonight?”
Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “Yes.”
Permission granted, I let myself go. My knot swells as my thrusts become more urgent, the base of my cock swelling. She gasps at the stretch, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she bears down, taking me deeper, until the knot fully expands inside her and we’re locked together.
The orgasm hits us both at the same time. She cries out, her walls clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. I howl, the sound raw and primal, as I flood her with my release. We cling to each other through the aftershocks, trembling and panting and kissing.
When I can think again, I roll us carefully onto our sides, still joined. My knot will keep us connected for a while, and that’s fine with me. I never want to let her go.
“That was...” Julia starts, but trails off. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“I mean,reallywow.”
“I know, baby. Really fucking wow.”
