and I feel like I might be some unicorn of a woman who could come in under five minutes but I hold off, because holding off is even better. Then Kyle's finger slides lower and he's rimming my asshole with it before pressing inside and oh, fuck—
"No, no, no," I pant, my head dropping to his chest and my body tightening everywhere.
Kyle pauses. "No as in stop, or no as in you're going to come all over my cock?"
"The second one," I manage to get out and then his wicked finger is pressing deeper as I continue to ride him, the pressure building and building and I cannot possibly come again this soon. But I do, tightening around his cock and his finger in spasms, my breathing erratic.
When I've regained myself I sit up again, intent on finally getting him off if it kills me, before I turn into a selfish orgasm hoarder.
He licks his thumb, his tongue swiping across the pad while I watch, oddly entranced by the simple movement. Then he drops it between us and uses it to rub my clit. Holy hell, I've never seen him do that before and I nearly break my vow and come, just watching him do that. Wetting his thumb before he manipulates me with it so it's slicker is just... I don't know, but it does things to me. Now he's watching himself sliding in and out of me so I steady myself, holding his free hand for support, and slide myself onto him, up and down, tightening myself around him with every outward stroke. When he gets close he takes over, gripping my waist and controlling the pace by lifting me up and down as he hammers into me from below. Then he comes, finishing on three erratic thrusts as he empties inside of me, and God help me, I'm coming again too.
I slump, fully sated, onto his chest. I can hear his heart beating beneath me and I spread my fingers across his chest, enjoying the moment. "Will you still want to do this with me when my stomach is the size of Tubbs-McGee?" I scratch my nails lightly across his skin, whisper-soft.
Kyle runs his fingers through my hair and I want to purr, it feels so good. "I've read that sex is believed to stimulate labor, and since I can't help with the actual labor, I'll be happy to do my part getting you there."
"You read too much." I'm side-eyeing him but he can't see it because my face is still pressed against his chest.
"The studies available are limited, but it's thought that the contractions of the uterus might help induce labor, if your body is ready."
"You're a weirdo."
"It's thought that sperm contains some kind of fatty acids that aid in thinning and dilating the cervix and jump-starting contractions."
"You're making that up." Is he for real right now? I raise my head so I can look at him. "Is this what you and your cousin talk about on your jogs?" I'm pretty sure I can't hide the horror on my face.
"No, I told you, I read some articles. A few medical studies I found online," he adds like this is normal. "To be honest, the results were inconclusive, at best. The important part is that it's not thought to be harmful, so whatever you need. I'm here for you."
This time he can't miss my side-eye.
"A of all, I wasn't asking if you were willing to fuck me when I'm the size of the largest cat I've ever seen, I asked if you'd want to. Big difference."
"Of course I'd want to," he replies like I'm the one who's dense.
"B of all, the next words out of your mouth should have been 'Babe, you'll never be as fat as Tubbs-McGee.' In fact, for future reference, if I ever ask you if I look fat, the only appropriate response is to say no and look so shocked by the question that you need to jump backwards or gasp.”
"Oh, come on. I've never called you babe. And he can hear you." He points in the direction of the lounger where Tubbs-McGee has finally relented to falling asleep despite the hindrance of the lamp and the noise of our sexual tryst.
"C of all, you really are a nerd." I whack Kyle with a pillow before climbing off of him onto my side of the bed. Where I promptly lie down facing the opposite direction. I make a mental note to look at