Never. Never ever.
I’m yours, I promise her with my body.
And fuck, I could come just from her licking her way into my mouth, kissing me deeply, her mouth wide open so I can taste her breath and swallow her moans.
“Can I take my clothes off?” She pushes herself up, perching on top of me.
“Yeah. Whatever you want.” I tug at the hem of her shirt. “Can I help?”
The smile she gives me as she nods is the sexiest thing on top of all the rest.
I peel the shirt up, and holyfuck,she’s bare underneath.
Her arms fall to her side, long and slim, and she lets me stare at her breasts. They, like every other inch of her, are stunning. Small teardrops that pull away from her body, they sway a little just from me looking at them, like they want to play chase. Want me to catch them and pin them down and suck on them.
Reverently, I trace my fingers up her sides, both sides almost the same now, her bruises fading. Still no outward sign of her pregnancy, but when I glide my fingertips along the curve of her tits, she shivers.
“Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
Fuck yeah.
I lick my lips as I circle the tips, making her nipples nice and tight before they get my thumbs.
She grinds against me as soon as I pinch them softly. When I tug, she stutters her hips in a way that tells me her clit likes the connection between her erogenous zones.
Oh, baby.
“You want to take your pants off, too?” I sound hoarse. I’m practically delirious. “Are you bare under those, or are you wearing panties?”
“Bare,” she whispers.
Fuck. Me. To. The. Ends. Of. The. Earth.
“I’ll be careful with you, sweetheart. I promise.”
She pushes her pyjama pants off and straddles me again, her movements fast, like she’s grateful for the dark but still more confident when our bodies are touching.
When we move because we have to, and we don’t talk too much about it.
In time, we’ll change that.
I’ll teach her how to trust me with her words, and her body, and we’ll go slow.
But tonight, she needs this to be simple.
And she feels so fucking good on top of me, naked and aroused in the shadows of my room. I give myself over to the sensations of moving with her. We kiss. We touch. Her breasts fill my hands and she strokes every inch of my torso, making appreciative noises into my mouth when I flex for her and use my body to urge hers on.
She rides me effortlessly, the only thing between us the thin cotton barrier of my underwear.
I cup her ass, shifting her hips right to the tip of my cock, so when she rolls her clit off the end, it feels like I could thrust right into her.
Deep into her belly.
Claiming her inside and out.
I think about planting my seed there and my balls go tight, need racing up and down my shaft.
