slide inside, but I wasn’t complaining.
She stopped, and I drew my gaze from her perky tits to her eyes as they studied me.
“What? Why’d you stop?” I wanted to whine like a little kid denied their favorite treat, but I held my maturity—by the slimmest thread.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
“You’re going to fuck me until we both come and then maybe do it again?” I offered helpfully. A crooked smile lifted the corner of her beautiful mouth.
“I meant, what is this? What are we going to do about us? About this?” She motioned toward her stomach where our baby grew. She seemed to be on the verge of saying something else, but she held her tongue.
My bad arm lay at my side, but my other one reached for her, resting over the slight curve of her belly. My thumb softly stroked the skin. I inhaled slowly and let it out, then looked her in the eye.
“We’re gonna figure this out. There are things about me you don’t know and maybe won’t understand.” I swallowed hard. “But there’s something about you that I haven’t been able to shake.”
Hesitating wasn’t something I normally did, but she’d thrown me for a loop since that first night. Deciding what to say next, I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, moving my piercings as I did.
She reached out with a single finger and moved them one at a time. “Oh? What’s that?” she asked as she continued to stare at my piercings where she gently played with them.
“Do you feel anything strange when I touch you?” I asked as I moved my thumb again.
“Besides wanting to jump your bones?” She snickered, causing her tits to jiggle, and my cock gave a needy lurch against her wet flesh. “Mmm,” she hummed as she ground into me.
“Besides that,” I encouraged with a grin and a lift of my hips.
She rose up slightly and my dick stood up as if reaching for her. She shifted her hips until it was lined up with her wet opening, panting slightly. When she dropped onto my length, I hissed.
“Am I supposed to feel something besides lust and the desire to be close to you?” She rotated her hips above mine as she reached up and cupped her tits. At that move, all thoughts of where I was going with my questioning dissolved into a blissful sigh.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered, though I wasn’t talking about the sex. She was making me feel things I didn’t want to feel—making me crave things I had no right wanting.
“Making you feel good” was her breathless reply—proof she didn’t know what I’d meant by my question.
Torturously slow, she continued to ride me. I raised my head from the pillow, ignoring the pull in my shoulder as I watched my glistening cock disappear into her tight as fuck sheath over and over.
“Goddamn,” I gasped as she gripped my cock tightly with her core muscles on a downward stroke. My injured arm fought to grab her hips, but I managed to keep my hand fisted in the sheets as the other gripped her hip.
Knowing that the sheen on my cock was from her soaking wet pussy was driving me crazy. The next time she dropped onto my length, I rose up to meet her. I was already sweating at the exertion it took to keep myself from turning her over to fuck her through the mattress.
The slap of our flesh connecting filled the room. Soft grunts with each thrust echoing off the walls. “Fuck me,” I ground out. She increased her pace, and my spine tingled as my balls tightened.
The pain in my shoulder was becoming a dull roar in my ears, but I ignored it. Intent on getting her to come before I did, I released her hip and slipped my thumb through the wetness surrounding my cock. She gasped at the feel of my hand between us but panted when my thumb came up to circle her clit.
I fought my orgasm because I needed her to get there first.
Faster, I circled her swollen nub. Harder, she slammed that tight pussy down on my throbbing cock.
“You better fucking come,” I growled, then pinched her slippery clit. She screamed as her hot sheath violently spasmed around me and I filled her cunt with what seemed like buckets of come. “Yes,” I chanted with each thrust as I kept feeding her shuddering orgasm.
Her entire body quivering, she gave one last grinding stroke, making