It doesn’t take long before our hands are roaming all over each other and breakfast is a distant memory. I guess I wasn’t the only one starving in more than one way.
“Touch me, Ellie.” My name vibrates low and deep in his throat as I pull on the waistband of his basketball shorts and jerk his rock-hard cock with both hands. He kisses me more aggressively, his fingers tangled securely in my hair. After a few pulsating seconds, Kayne lifts me to my feet and pushes me back so I am leaning against the edge of the table. Forcefully, he spreads my thighs then buries his head between my legs. I hold on to the table for dear life as he licks through my folds incessantly, my knees nearly giving way.
“Ohhhh . . .”I moan insufferably as the sweet ache of pleasure spreads through my whole body. “Yes,” I pant rapidly as my climax electrifies.
“Oh no,” Kayne removes his mouth from my ravished pussy. “Not this time.” He pulls down his shorts just low enough so his cock pops free. “This time, you’re coming all over me.” He hauls me up into his arms and impales me onto his straining length. My muscles immediately tighten, shocking my arousal.
“Oh, shit,” I mutter helplessly as Kayne hooks his arms under my thighs.
“Already, baby?” He impales me onto his thick rigid cock over and over, like he’s doing bicep curls with my body. Drawing me all the way up then dropping me all the way back down.
“I can’t help it,” I wince as he slices through me, my muscles painfully contracting and my clit tingling. “It’s the hormones, all you have to do is look at me and I pop.Oh, god!”I practically screech when I come, my control crumbling to pieces.
Kayne growls against my neck as he fucks out every last drop of my orgasm, demanding my demise like he always does. I barely have the strength to hold onto his neck as he walks us inside and lays me down on the dining room table.
“This is exactly how I want you.” He thrusts deeply into my depleted body, pushing up my dress. “Destroyed, shattered, ruined, demolished.”
I moan incapacitated, exactly all those things and more. Heravages me repeatedly, plundering my pussy with no apologies, taking exactly what belongs to him. My pleasure.
“I love you like this, Ellie.” He places both hands on my stomach and slows his pace. “I love that a piece of me is inside you.” He caresses my little bump.
“I love it, too,” I respond in a state of ecstasy.
“Come with me, kitten?” Kayne rubs my clit and I arch my back.
“Yes, please. Please make me come.” He knows just how to touch me; he knows all my secret spots.
“Hurry.” He rubs harder, circling his hips, punching his swelling cock into my dripping wet channel.
“Don’t stop.” I exhale sharply as another orgasm forms like a cyclone. “Kayne! Kayne!” All I can do is cry his name as he calls forth my arousal, my addiction. The sensations that bind me to him.
“Kitten.” He slams into me once, twice, three severe times, right before we fuse as one.
“Fuck, Ellie.” Kayne stills as I shudder around him, stretched and filled to the point of breaking.
Lost in our own little post-coital world, my husband worships me with his mouth like he loves to do, covering my entire body with lingering kisses. My favorite—the one he plants right in the center of my stomach.
“That’s how it’s done,” I hear him whisper.
“Kayne!” I scold him, teasingly.
“What?” Gotta teach him early.” He laughs.
I am only capable of responding with an eye roll.
Men.
“THIS KID NEEDS TO COMEout, now!” I complain miserably, sprawled out on the bed. The baby is a week late and showing no signs of wanting to grace the world with his presence.
“He’s comfortable in there. He knows how good it is.” Kayne makes an off-color joke.
I smack him with a pillow. “Well, Mommy is ready to have her body back.” I’m hot, swollen, and convinced my bladder has disappeared with how much I pee.
“We can go for another walk?” Kayne suggests.
“No. If I walk around the block one more time, I may scream.”
“Have sex?”
