Page 17 of Jocked Up

Softly his fingers moved down my body, caressing the stretch marks no amount of lotion, cream, or oil had been able to prevent, lovingly lingering as he examined the marks with his fingertips.

“These are beautiful, the same as you. They show how much you love this child. They show what you’ve done, the things you’ve endured and will endure. Never hate them.” He was a smart man, have I said?

His mouth went back to my nipple as his fingers found my wet center, drenched already with my desire. My body responded to his slightest touch and my hips jerked as he slid a finger inside of me, the heel of his hand pressing into the most sensitive button beneath it.

“Oh Drake.” I breathed as I clutched at his broad shoulders, the silken flesh delighting me further. He was so strong, so kind, so very good at what he was doing.

Drake didn’t respond, only moved further down my body, following the trail his hand had taken as his lips sought out the pink flesh of my lower lips. He parted the folds with his tongue, finding the nub he sought for quickly. I heard a moan and realized it was my own as his tongue lashed at my swollen clit, my body a raging storm of pleasure that would soon explode.

His fingers stroked my inner walls, stoking the fire that burned there as I braced my feet on the bed, pressing up into his face helplessly as he tongued me, not caring anymore about what I looked like or how I sounded, I just needed the release he offered. The months of waiting, of wondering, were finally over and Drake’s talented tongue worshipped my body. I felt my hips rising as Drake lifted my bottom, wanting to get a better angle at the distended button he was so skillfully torturing.

If this was torture though, I’d gladly submit, I thought just before the first spasm of pleasure sang out from my clit, a muscular contraction that made me gasp and then groan wildly as my entire body responded to his touch. Pleasure pulsed through me and the world went dark as my eyes closed. For a long moment nothing else existed but the pleasure I felt and Drake’s tongue, nothing else mattered. And just as it was slowing, just as I wanted to mewl with disappointment that it was over he rose above me, his hips spreading my thighs as his hard length slid inside of me without resistance.

He was home then, we were home, and he stopped to savor the moment. His breathing was ragged and I knew he was holding back. I knew he wanted to be careful but I wanted his wild passion, I wanted all of him.

“More, Drake, more.” I urged him on, my ankles closing around his buttocks to urge him deeper. He moved then, filling me with everything he had before withdrawing. He set a slow pace that I soon matched but my own desires took over and I moved, my hips taking him deeper, faster, until we were both lost, my muscles massaging his hard cock as I came beneath him, spurring him to follow.

I came back to earth, feeling him still pulsing inside of me as he braced himself on his arms over me. I smiled up at him as he grinned down at me.

“We need a lot more of that.” He said as he caught his breath.

“A lot more.” I agreed. Laying beneath him, my legs spread wide to cradle him, my body full with child, and my mind finally at peace, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. We still hadn’t mentioned love but it would come one day. I’d never stopped loving him after all.

* * *

An hour later and we’d had a hot shower and were in the main bedroom, a room full of dark colors and wood but I loved it. It was dark and mysterious, full of secrets that I wanted to share in. Drake was resting as I looked for a movie for us to fall asleep too. My body was relaxed, the baby was sleeping in my ribs somewhere, and we were together. Plus, his skin smelled all clean and moist, which was wonderful but distracting.

I wondered what he tasted like, down there. If he’d smell of the soap or of his own unique scent. I remembered then the power I’d felt the last time we’d been together, of the way it had felt to give him pleasure and an idea formed. But he was resting, I thought as I looked over at his closed eyes and relaxed face.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, there were things I wanted to try, things I wanted to know about his body, and when else was the perfect time to find out about it? I scooted out of bed and then crawled back in from the side, angling for towel draped hips. I could hear him lightly snoozing as I lifted the towel away from him but he must have known what was coming because he was already hard when I took his flesh into my hand.

I looked at him with delight as I stroked him, loving the silky feel of the oddly hard organ. I’ve never really touched one, you know? Just felt them inside of me. I’d had no idea they felt so good. I even enjoyed the way it felt to stroke him, my hand tight but not too tight around him. I watched the colors change in the tip of his cock as I stroked him and wondered if it was possible for men to sleep through an orgasm as he was still slightly snoring.

Maybe it took more effort; I decided and moved once more, bringing my mouth over him. I opened my mouth wide not exactly sure if I could open my mouth enough to let him in. I decided to lick him first, to get him slick. My tongue slid up his nine inches, from the base of his cock to the very tip. I opened wide once more and moved down, feeling the head stretch my lips as I moved down, letting him glide down to my throat.

I couldn’t take him all but when his hips jerked I wanted to try. He came awake suddenly, his hands going to my head as he realized what was happening. He moaned and let his head fall back as I slid down his hard length once more, then sucked my way back up with gentle suction. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do but his moan of pleasure told me I must not be hurting him.

“Oh yes, Bethany, oh baby, suck me harder.” He urged me with a need in his voice that awakened that powerful response in me, so I did.

My hand went around him as I stroked up and down his shaft, my mouth following along behind as his hands clenched in my hair. I could hear his breathing getting ragged and a gasp escaped his lips on more than one occasion. Glancing up I saw he was watching me with fascination, his eyes glued to my lips. When his hips started moving and his head fell back I felt a powerful sensation of triumph, of control that I’d only ever felt with him. This was sexual power and oh my, did it feel good.

My body was responding to his pleasure, to watching him, to making him feel good but I ignored it as he cried out my name again and his hips pushed his cock a little further down my throat than it had gone before. His hands unclenched from my hair and I moved up a little, not ready to take that much of him yet. When the first hot jet of his cum hit the back of my throat I hummed in satisfaction. I’d got him off. That humming made him cry out once more and jet after jet of Drake’s pleasure shot down my throat.

He tasted salty, earthy, but I was more fascinated with him releasing into my mouth than paying attention to how he tasted. His orgasm was beautiful to watch and the look on his face, that was seared into my memory. Pure, unadulterated pleasure mixed with satisfaction washed over his face and the man I thought couldn’t get any more handsome, did.

He pushed at my head as the last pulse shot through him and I moved away, pleased with myself.

“Oh, you are a happy girl. What’s brought that on? It’s your turn now.” He teased me but his eyes had closed again.

“Nope, we’re going to sleep, buddy. That was my first time doing that and apparently I’m not too horrible at it. I think I’ll have to keep practicing, though, it causes a fascinating thing to happen, you know?”

“I don’t mind you practicing at all, Bethany, practice every day for all I care, I won’t mind a bit.” He pulled me close as I moved up next to him, my body starting to quiet down once more.

“I might take you up on that but for now,” a yawn interrupted me. “Me and this baby are going to sleep.”

“Go to sleep baby. Both of you. I’ll keep you both safe.”

I was asleep before he finished the sentence.