That was the only part that felt controlled.
My hands feasted over his skin, touching him for the first time like this since I got pregnant. My body responded just like it had before, rapidly, needily. I pulled at his underwear, freeing his cock and taking it in my hand, fisting it slowly, my eyes locking with his.
Nate pushed my slip up, exposing between my legs. I’d gone without underwear, wanting to see tonight if he wanted me like he had before, because we both knew this had become more than friends, more than colleagues who’d somehow managed to get pregnant.
He moved between my legs, his mouth sucking at my clit, tongue flicking over the little bud. I’d been wound up watching him play, then the book and seeing him strip, so it didn’t take long until everything tightened, the edge of that bliss in reach.
He gripped my hips as I fell, my head tipping back, my hips canted, my breasts swollen and sensitive. My body shook, that heady pleasure casting a current I’d happily drown in.
When my ship had steadied, he was pushing down the straps of my slip, freeing my tits and sucking on one. “These have been driving me mad.” He lapped at a nipple. “I’m fucking sure they were designed to torture me.”
I had no words, just moans as he carried on with his ministrations, one of his hands snaking between my legs and cupping my sex, a finger pushing past my entrance, then joined with another, stretching me, getting me ready for his cock.
I shifted my hips in irritation at how long he was taking to get more than his fingers in there, which only elicited a chuckle from him, one which vibrated through my nipple and made me groan again.
“Impatient?” He looked up with half-lidded eyes.
“I need you inside me.”
He pushed himself up, his cock, the hardest I’d ever seen it. “You tell me if anything doesn’t feel right.”
I nodded. “I will. I think it’s going to feel fine though. No condom.”
He couldn’t stop the dirty grin that flooded his face. “Your wish is my pleasure.” He lined himself up at my entrance, pushing in slowly, carefully.
There was the tightness I remembered as my body adjusted around him, getting used to his girth. His hips began to move, rocking backwards and forwards, the rhythm slick and not too deep, letting us both get used to something that was more intimate than it had ever been before.
Maybe it was because I was carrying his child; maybe it was because we knew each other better now than we had before. Or maybe it was because of what we’d been through last night.
My orgasm was slow and hard, my whole body feeling like it was clenching before going limp, his release straight after. I felt his cock pulse as he came inside me, no barrier there for the first time, even if it hadn’t been effective before.
Nate held himself over me for a few seconds after, his breathing rapid, chest expanding and contracting. He didn’t speak, just bent his head to the top of my shoulder and half-bit, half-kissed the skin there.
We didn’t speak. He pulled out of me, unfamiliar wetness from him dampening the tops of my thighs and the sheet underneath. He pulled a couple of tissues from the box at the side of the bed and tried cleaning me up, the act of tenderness sweet but a little ineffective. I pushed the thought if he’d done this for Chan out of my head, because like he’d said, she’d never been in this room.
I settled in his arms, aware that I needed the bathroom, but wanting a few more minutes of intimacy first. His arm held me close to his chest, his hand cupping my belly.
I knew he wanted to ask if everything was okay, if I felt alright. I could feel the need for this reassurance weighing him down.
“I have no pain. It was all amazing.” And I felt floaty light, those feel good hormones relaxing me and probably relaxing the baby too. “I can hear you worrying.”
He kissed the side of my neck. “Good. Because I’m going to want you again before I let you go to sleep.”
The noise that came from me wasn’t a laugh; it was a giggle. “Who says I’m going to let you?”
The hand on my belly moved up to my breast, his fingers toying with my nipple. It was like a switch I didn’t know could work, a zap between that and between my legs and a need that required filling.
“Let me persuade you.”
There were soft kisses, his hands trailing over my skin, every touch buttery smooth. I heard murmured words about how I felt and tasted, how he loved knowing how he’d filled me up. Dirty words said in a voice that was all too sweet, making me fall deeper and deeper into this needy playground he was creating.
It didn’t take long before he was inside me again, spooning me with his hands playing with my clit and tits, his thrusts shallow and lazy, making this much more about me and my release than his.
I felt safe and secure, weighted by him and whatever it was that made him Nate. This was what it was like to need someone and be needed back by them; this was what it felt like to be held in ways other than physically.
I didn’t know when my orgasm started, my body still quaking from the one before. I heard Nate groan, his movements a little sharper, and a little faster, and then I felt him fill me once again.
“Tell me you’re going to stay afterwards.” His tone was needy.
