I had to buy a new bedframe since we broke the last one. This time, I got an iron set, something that would last, and give me the leverage I need to fuck Gabriella the way she likes. I drape my body over her and smell the wildflowers and fresh rain. The scent has my orgasm tingling my sack and my toes curling. I turn her head to the side and steal a kiss. I know she can taste herself on my tongue, and she sucks me into her mouth.
Her skin is soft, and the scars on her back aren’t nearly as bad as they used to be. She wanted treatment for them, and now they are pale white lines. Some are worse than others, but they are much better, and she is more confident with herself. She is proud of her body.
I love her body no matter how it looks because I love her.
I flip her over and hold her legs to my chest, tightening her channel by keeping her knees pressed together. “Fuck, why do you feel better and better every time? Keep your legs on my chest.” My hands rub over the mountain of her stomach and cup her breasts which are round with milk.
They have grown so much. Before they fit in my hand; now they spill out of it. “I’m going to come,” I warn. I should’ve never started playing with her tits. I knew I wouldn’t last another second. I tweak her nipple and milk comes out. I repeat the same motion with my fingers on each tit until the milk dribbles down her breasts and pools right above her stomach. “Look at the mess you’re making, baby.” I’m not t sure why I find it so hot when she leaks milk. Maybe I’m fucked in the head.
She likes it too.
I rub my hands down her torso and through the milk, getting us both sticky from it. She wraps her legs around me and applies pressure, which tells me she wants me on my back. I flip over, and she slides down the trunk of my cock with ease. She is so wet. I’m hard to the point I hurt, and if I don’t come soon, I might combust.
“Your cock is so big.” She cups her leaking tits and tosses her head back in pleasure. “You’re so perfect, stretching me the way you do. God, I want you to get me pregnant again, Sebastian.”
“I’ll do whatever you want; you just have to stop talking like that or I’m going to blow.” I hold my breath to try to get a grip on my orgasm.
“Faster.”
My hands land on her hips, and I rocked her how she likes. She can’t move as fast as she used to because of her belly. The slickness between us has me closing my eyes and counting to ten. She is hot. Tight.
The counting doesn’t work.
“I’m so close, Sebastian.”
“Come for me.” Please, for the love of all that is fucking holy, come, so I can too.
Her pussy spasms around me, and I see the muscles in her belly tighten, the tendons in her neck protrude, and her hands twist her nipples again to let more milk out. Her orgasm goes on forever and milks me until I feel the tip of her womb.
I thrust up, smacking my hips against hers, and shout my released. She scratches her nails down my front, leaving her mark like she always does as I fill her up. She and I both are territorial when it comes to each other. She loves to mark me.
She falls to the side, sliding off my cock, and collapses on her back. Both of us are gasping for air, and our bodies are drenched in sweat.
“It gets better and better, baby,” she says. “The closer I get to my due date, the more sensitive I become.”
“You won’t hear any complaints from me.” I suck my lip into my mouth, tasting sweat and the reminisce of her. I turn my head to see why she isn’t talking to me and realize she’s fallen asleep.
“Me too, baby,” I gather her into my arms. Before I get too comfortable, I gather her pregnancy pillow and situate it in the position she likes and make sure her belly is supported before I lay down and cover us with the blanket. My hand curls under her pillow and the other slides over her stomach.
The baby kicks against my palm. I love it when he does