The heat of her pussy wraps around me, and for one suspended second I can’t think about anything except her. The way she takes me. The way her body is bouncing on top of me.
I can’t wait any longer, just half of my cock is inside her. My hands find her hips, and I pull her onto me, diving deep until I’m fully inside her while her mouth leaves a short gasp.
There’s something about that sound. That small, helpless catch of breath every time I shove myself inside her.
She finds her rhythm. Her fingers move to her blouse, undoing it button by button while she stays above me, every motion slow enough to drive me insane. She tosses it aside, then presses her hand to my chest to steady herself, her ass rising and falling over mine, turning every breath into a struggle.
A moan slips from her parted lips. Her red hair spills over her damp skin, strands clinging to the curve of her neck already shining with sweat. She arches her back, leaning back, her touch gliding over her round breasts as she moves, and I can only stare, pinned beneath her.
My hands fall above my head as her pussy takes every inch of me, my eyes closing in pleasure.
This woman took everything from me. My soul. My pride. My heart. And somehow I would still hand her whatever is left.
“Faster, Kitten,” I groan.
I can feel the pressure building. My thumb finds her clit, and when she leans back, her pussy all stretched out above me, I press onto her, moving in circles until she moans. She moves her fingers above mine, guiding me, showing me exactly what she wants, the way she likes it. And I can’t take it any longer, I feel my cock widens, getting harder, then releasing, allowing her pussy to suck every single drop out of me.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans, locking her eyes with mine as she parts her lips, her brows drawing together.
She tightens around me, and I know she’s close. I grip the sheets beneath me, trying to hold on for one more second, but she doesn’t let up. She keeps going, chasing her pleasure with those broken little sounds spilling from her lips until her whole body tenses, and her pussy pulsates while I’m still inside her. She lets out one last moan and she collapses against me, breathless.
“What got into you?” I ask with a smile when she finally shifts beside me and drops onto the bed.
“I have a clue what it might be,” she says, dragging her index finger slowly across my chest.
Her eyes lift to mine.
“I might be...” She glances down. “Well, I don’t know yet. But... I think I might be.”
I shift over her, settling on top of her, my arms wrapping around her.
“I might be pregnant,” she says finally.
For a second, every word I’ve ever known disappears. I just stare at her.
“You might be a dad,” she whispers, dropping her gaze.
I never thought a day like this would belong to me. But now that she’s said it, it’s all I can see. A life with her. A family with her.
“Say something,” she snaps, hitting my chest.
A laugh slips out of me. “I’m processing.”
“Processing?” she asks, her tone higher.
“Yeah,” I say, looking down at her. “You can’t just casually ruin my entire life in the best possible way and expect me to answer like a normal person.”
“So that’s your response?”
“Maybe.” I lift my brow and slide my hand against her waist and lower myself closer.
“How do you feel about it?” she asks, quieter now.
I smile, resting my forehead against hers. “Happy, terrified, probably insufferable.”
A small laugh slips from her lips.
I crush my lips on hers, stealing her breath just before I say, “You can be unbelievably dramatic.”
