“The baby and I arefine.”
She reaches between us and grasps my cock, positioning it at her entrance and wrapping her legs around me again. “Start out slow and gentle and build up to deeper and faster as you become more comfortable withit.”
She glides her fingers down my face, and I grip her wrist, pressing her hand against my cheek. “You will immediately tell me if anything hurts or doesn’t feelright?”
“You know that Iwill.”
“Okay.”
I enter her slowly and squeeze my eyes shut, savoring the sensation. I pull back and thrust into her a few times, still slowly. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet andtight.”
Emma Lia rocks her hips with me. She’s moving at a faster pace, encouraging me to become more aggressive. And I don’tdisappoint.
My face is buried in the junction between her neck and shoulder, my weight supported by my arms pressed into the mattress on each side of her head when she whispers against my ear. “Pull myhair.”
The Dom inside me hates hearing any kind of order or command and wants to flip the script. Put his special touch on it. “Begme.”
Her hold around me increases. “Please, Tristan. Pull my hair. Bite me. Mark me. Make me moan with pain and pleasure. I need it, even if just a little, and you dotoo.”
I’ve been holding back. Treating her as though she might shatter if I touch her too harshly. Because even the selfish Dom inside of me knows that it’s wrong to hurt the woman who’s carrying mychild.
But I can’t resist thisinvitation.
I abruptly pull out of her. “Hands and kneesnow.”
She smiles and rolls to her all fours. She wiggles her ass, an unspoken plea to be spanked. It’s a language that I clearly understand. And I respond withouthesitation.
She moans when my hand comes down against her bare cheek. The strike is firm but still only a fraction of the normal intensity. Something inside me simply won’t allow me to do it with the usualintensity.
“One,Master.”
I rub my hand over the skin that I just struck. “You’re getting fivestrikes.”
“Only five?” sheasks.
The Dom inside me is dying to punish her. I want to watch my handprint turn blood red on her unblemished ivory skin. “Make that another five for questioning me. Tentotal.”
She lowers her head and grasps the edge of the mattress, leaving her ass in the air. “Yes,Master.”
Deep-rooted satisfaction, gratification, fulfillment. That’s what I feel every time my palm strikes her cheek. I feel more like myself than I have in weeks. And we feel more like us. Onlyhappier.
“Ten,Master.”
I rub my hand over the reddening palm print on her skin. “Fuck, I’ve missed doingthat.”
“I’ve missed it too. Somuch.”
I push my fingers into the cleft between her cheeks and pull them apart. There it is. That tight puckered hole that I crave sobadly.
I push my thumb through the slick juices of her pussy and then circle her tight hole. Cat said that anal sex was still okay if I was gentle and ended it there, not going back to the vagina to introduceinfection.
“I want to fuck your tight littleasshole.”
“Yes, Master.Please.”
She moans when I push one finger inside, moving it in and out, and her body rocks back and forth against it, setting thepace.
“Want anotherfinger?”
