It becomes clear when she’s had enough of my teasing, though, because she combs her fingers through my hair to cup the back of my head and pulls me flush with her chest. Her beautiful, soft, and delicious tits pressed against me. Her lips part and her tongue licks a demand along the seam of my lips. I smile into the kiss before I devour her. It’s not tentative or gentle, it’s not teasing or sweet, it’s a claiming. This mouth is mine. These lips, this tongue, thiswomanis mine. And she claims me right back.
I reach between us to grab a handful of her generous breasts, and when I flick a thumb over her pebbled nipple, she whimpers.Interesting. Her nipples weren’t particularly sensitive before, I guess that’s something that’s changed in pregnancy, and I’m going to add it to my arsenal of tricks to win her over. I break from her delectable mouth to suck on her pulse point and kiss a path down her neck, lick my way over the curve of her breast and latch onto a nipple through her top to give extra friction. Her moans and whimpers get louder, and I can see her rubbing her thighs together from the corner of my eye.
I can't handle it any longer, so I grab her peachy arse in both hands and drag her over to straddle me.So. Much. Better.
With one hand between her shoulder blades for support, I lean her back so I can keep lavishing her breasts with attention. She’s gripping my shoulders so tight that her nails might be piercing my skin, and she can’t stop squirming in my lap. Fuck, that’s hot.
When she starts to rock against me, I’m about ready to burst. The heat of her pussy, even through our clothes, is driving me wild. We must have the same thought because just as I'm about to shift her so I can release my cock from my joggers, she does it for me, pausing for a moment with a cheeky smile. “Superman?”
All my blood is currently south of the equator, so I have no idea what she’s talking about until I follow her line of sight. My boxers. “You really want to talk about my love of fun underwear right now?” I’m not whining. I’m not.
“Hmmm. Good point.”
I let out a low groan as she pumps me a few times, and just about die when she suddenly pulls her shorts and panties aside and presses the tip of my cock into her wet heat. She stops at the tip for a small eternity as her legs start to shake, andoh fuck, is she about to come?
“Blaze, baby. I need you to sit on my cock. I need to be fully inside you when you come. Oh god, oh fuck.”
Yep. I’m dead. Because she sinks all the way down and her pussy is already starting to clench. I press my thumb hard against her clit and she moans long and loud as she writhes on my dick, coming hard and fast whilst her legs tremble on either side of me. Her pussy is desperately trying to milk me and fuck, I’m in danger of coming already. The pressure tingling at the base of my spine a warning. I want another orgasm from her first, though.
I hold her still on my lap, still firmly sheathed inside her, and kiss her slowly to help calm both of us down. But before long, my cock starts weeping inside her and I can’t stop myself anylonger. The heat of her driving me out of my mind. I test out a little thrust and my girl whimpers with a tiny quiver of her pussy walls. Pregnancy hormones are ace!
Without pulling out of her, I flip us over until she's lying down on the cushions, and start to fuck her slowly. Dipping my chin, I capture one of those newly sensitive nipples in my mouth and suck. Hard. She lets out a strangled moan and her pussy clenches again. Damnit, I’m going to need that orgasm from her now because any more of this and she’ll drain me dry before I’m ready.
“How close are you, Blaze? I need you to come for me.”
“Aaggh, shit, that’s the spot! Don’t stop, I’m so close. Suck my nipples again.”
I’m all too happy to oblige, and as I do, I press my thumb against her clit once more, so the pressure increases with every thrust of my hips. She tightens unbearably around my cock and I’m coming right along with her, our movements frantic and uncoordinated as we chase the feeling to prolong our highs. My vision is pure static as I recover from the most mind blowing orgasm of my life.Holy fuck.
There's a good chance I passed out from the pleasure, because when I come back to myself I'm lying on my side facing her, but I've scooted down so my head is resting on Shari's chest. She's stroking my hair whilst I listen to her heartbeat and rhythmic breathing, and it strikes me that I don't know if I've ever been this content. I'm too scared to break the spell, so I just lie there, tracing patterns on her tiny bump and kissing her sternum every few breaths.
Before I'm ready, Shari slips out from underneath me and walks away without a word. My heart sinks. I want totrywith this woman. I really want to give us a go, but I don't even know how to broach the subject. The one time I've even hinted at it, she brushed me off, citing some excuse or other that circlesback to our age gap. I guess I hoped this was her changing her mind, but clearly, she only wants to have fun with her raging hormones.
I'm about to dive into a bucket of self pity when I hear a toilet flush, and before long she's standing in front of me. Still dressed – because apparently we couldn't even wait to get naked – but with wet spots on her nipples and crotch. A pleased smirk takes over my face.
“Wipe that smug smile off your face,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “or we won't be doing it again.” She holds her hand out and I stare at it dumbly for a fraction of a second before I launch myself at her, picking her up bridal style and running up the stairs with her squealing laughter trailing behind us.
8
THE BABY’S BIOLOGICAL FATHER
BRAD
12th July2023
The high of this morning– because morning sex is epic – is starting to wear off as we walk into the hospital. My nerves are skyrocketing again, but Shari looks calm.
“Hey, are you ok? You seem really calm about this, but I'm freaking the fuck out.”
Her eyes soften as she looks at me and squeezes the hand I've clamped around hers. “Of course I'm nervous, but I'm trying to stop myself from drowning in the morbid abyss of thoughts I have swimming around in my head. I've decided to focus on the good. I've never made it to this point in a pregnancy before, so today is the amazing bit. We're going to see our baby, Brad!”
We're called into a room and whilst we wait for the doctor, a nurse comes and takes Shari's vitals and a blood sample.
After a few minutes alone, a small Indian lady walks in, and her eyes light up. “Shari! Oh my goodness, are you pregnant? I'm so incredibly happy for you after everything you went through!”She turns to, I'm guessing, congratulate me too, “Kristian, you must be so—oh,” her eyes land on me and her brow furrows. “My apologies, I just assumed…” she trails off as her eyes flick back to Shari.
Shari, who has turned a shade of red that can't be good for the baby, stammers through an introduction that makes me feel like a mere sperm donor. “Oh, Dr Subramanium! I, wow, I didn't expect to see you again. And not here, that's for sure! Wow. Um. This is, uh, this is my, um, Brad. Kristian and I got divorced. And Brad is...well...the baby's biological father?” It's not supposed to be a question, but the way her voice rises at the end sure makes it sound like one.
Dr Subramanium's eyebrows have disappeared into her hairline and her eyes are so wide I'd be worried she was high if I hadn't seen it happening with every hurtful word out of Shari's mouth.
