It took only moments until she was on top of me, having put me on my back.
I stared up in wonder at her. Women typically just lay back and let me fuck them. Having someone want to ride me like this was rather nice.
My cock had slipped out in the shift, but she was quick to sink back onto me.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gripping her hips as I stared at her. I could tell she was nervous, even though she’d made the move to do this. That was OK. I liked her like this.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, breathless. “Ride me. Don’t be shy.”
I helped guide her slowly on my dick. She moved easily, and I let my eyes roll back in my head.
The feelings that rolled through my body should have been illegal. I’d fucked plenty of women in my life, but none of it wasever this good. I’d even fucked women with Anson a time or two. Nothing serious. Just a random woman here or there we’d pick up at a bar. It was meaningless sex. But this? I wanted him to join in so badly and share this with us.
She moved faster, her perfect tits bouncing. Her curls were wild around her as she parted her lips, my name falling from them. She was going to make me blow my load if she didn’t slow down.
“Fuck, just like that. You fuck me so good,” I husked out as she continued to move.
She whimpered, her body tensing, and then she was coming, her head thrown back and her pussy spasming around my cock.
There was no way I could hold out.
“Rosalie, fuck,” I groaned, coming hard, my eyes rolling back as I held her hips tightly.
She finished her ride, draining me dry before she collapsed against my chest.
I ran my hands gently up and down her back, my cock still deeply embedded inside her.
“You OK?” I murmured.
“Mm, very,” she answered. “It’s a good morning.”
I chuckled softly at that and brushed one of her wild curls away from her face.
“You’re still tired,” I commented.
“I am.” She yawned. “You wore me out.”
I smirked at her words. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Red. I’m only getting started on you.”
She wiggled, and I let out a groan.
“Careful,” I warned. “I’ll bend you over and take you again if you’re not careful.”
She laughed softly and went still, letting me know she needed a break. I obliged and rolled her onto her back and stared down at her.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She reached out and traced her fingers lightly along the edge of my lips. Her eyelids were heavy.
She winced, her hand falling away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning at her.
“I don’t feel good.”
I moved off her, and she rushed to the bathroom. I heard her vomiting a moment later. Getting up, I grabbed her robe and went to find her hugging the toilet.
“Morning sickness?” I asked.
