wet and slick and Kyle is loudly enthusiastic and even knowing how into it he is, I blush a little when I can hear how wet I am.
And then I'm there... right there. "Oh, God." My back arches and I'd worry about suffocating him but I'm shaking and it's too much and I want to wiggle away but Kyle hooks my thigh over his arm so I'm immobile and forces me to ride the high for what feels like forever and oh, my God. "Kyle," I breathe his name on an exhale. "KyleKyleKyle." I love you, I think to myself. "I liked that," is what I say out loud. "So much." I'm blinded by my orgasm, now's not really the time to declare anything, right? Not when his lips are still wet with me and he's climbing up the bed to lie beside me. Good oral can make a woman lose all rational thought, until she's blurting out things she can't take back.
Except I've never been as comfortable with anyone in my entire life doing that to me as I am with Kyle. I'm not saying I never enjoyed it previously, let's not be crazy. But there's something in the dynamic between us that's different. Easier. Better.
I'm so screwed. I'm in love with my husband.
"Be naked with me." I tug at the soft knit pajama bottoms he wears to bed, trying to get them over his hips even though my arms aren't long enough to do the job myself. I get them far enough to free his dick and then grasp it, eager to get my hands on him. I know I just came but already I want more. I want to feel the long hard length of him inside of me. I ache for it, my body eager and wanting. Empty and needy. Good Lord, this pregnancy really has turned me into a little nympho. I've read far enough in the pregnancy books to know it's normal, albeit somewhat lucky because I could have just as easily had a miserable pregnancy filled with nausea. But I feel great. Hornier than I've ever felt in my life, but great. "I like looking too, you know."
Kyle laughs and drags his pants free and then I run one hand down his chest while fisting his cock again with my other. I know he runs a few times a week, alternating with weight training, and it shows. I usually hit the gym after he's left for work, but I might start joining him just to lurk because watching him work out while I work out is a way better option than watching the news on an overhead television.
He kisses me while I fist him. His lips still taste of me and it's so primal and filthy and I love it.
"I love that you were a born-again virgin when I found you," I tell him between kisses.
"I wouldn't quite put it that way." He smiles into our kiss. "But I'm happy if it gets you off."
"I'm greedy. I want you all for myself." I wonder if that's too close to the truth, but I can't help myself. It's true.
"You have me," he replies and I stop breathing for a second. Do I? Do I really?
I start to slide down the bed, intent on taking him in my mouth, but he stops me.
"I want to come inside of you."
"Oh, good." I climb back up and kiss his lips. "We want the same thing."
"Ride me." He taps my thigh. "So I can look at you."
"Pervert."
"Just trying to keep up with you." He winks, and it's official. Winking in bed is my new favorite thing.
I bite my lip and sit up, straddling him. Then I fist his cock and lower myself onto it while, yes, he watches. And there it is—that feeling I wanted. Pressure, stretching, fullness.
"You're so beautiful," he says, eyes darkening. He's rock-hard inside of me so I'm not exactly doubting that he finds me attractive, but it's still nice to hear. But more than that, it's nice to see. Because the desire on his face is evident, even if I'm unsure about everything else happening between us.
I rock myself on him. Seated deep and joined like this, he feels incredible. Who am I kidding? We haven't tried a position yet that hasn't felt incredible. I lean forward so I can get friction on my clit with each bounce of my hips. Kyle sucks one of my nipples between his lips and palms my ass