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“Van?”

“You want it, don’t you, Chy? That dream has you turned on, doesn’t it?” Before she can say anything further, I pull my arm out from under her head and roll her from her side to her back. I slink down the bed and pull her shorts off with her panties. Fuck I knew I was going to like seeing this pussy wet for me. And she is wet.

“Damn, Chy. I’m gonna enjoy this,” I tell her before spreading her legs wide. Then I’m diving in. I run my tongue along her slit before spreading her open for me. I find her clit throbbing and hard, flicking it with my tongue. She jerks on the bed, but I keep going. I dip my tongue inside her before slowly pulling it back out and flicking it over her most sensitive spots. I get to work, eating her like a goddamn meal until her legs begin to shake. I know she’s close, and I want to taste her cum on my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue over it until she shakes and lets go. She comes hard, and I eat up everything she has to offer me.

When I look up, I see her chest rise and fall rapidly, and it makes me wonder if she likes it. She doesn’t say anything or move as I watch her. Then I wonder if she regrets it.

I climb back up the bed and lay next to her.

“You okay?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast in my life,” she tells me. I chuckle and brush her hair away from her face.

“You were turned on, babe.”

“I know, but that was … fast.”

“Don’t be ashamed of that. Next time, it’ll be longer,” I tell her. She turns her head and looks at me. I mean really looks at me before she reaches up and pulls my lips to hers. I let her kiss me, tasting herself on my lips until she was happy. Her hand slides down my chest to my hard cock, and I groan. She wraps her hand around it and squeezes before she begins to tug through my jeans.

“What are you doin’?”

“I need this,” she admits softly, almost as if embarrassed.

“You’re pregnant,” I remind her.

“Sex isn’t off limits, Van.”

“Then what the hell are you waitin’ for?” I tell her. She smiles at me and sits up, working the button on my jeans and pulling them down. Then she pulls my boxers down, and my cock springs free. I watch Chy as she climbs to her knees and straddles me.

“Condom?” she asks. I reach for my jeans and pull one from my wallet, passing it to her. She rips it open and slides it down my length as I watch her.

“I’m clean, Chy,” I tell her.

“I just don’t want anything happening to him,” she tells me. I understand. I nod my head as she lines herself up and slowly lowers herself down my length. My cock jerks inside her, loving the tightness I feel. I nearly growl when she’s fully seated on me.

“You sure this is safe?” I ask her once more before she starts to move on me.

“I asked the doctor. It’s safe.”

“You were plannin’ on this?” I ask her as she closes her eyes and slowly rides me. Fuck she feels too good.

“Oh God, Van,” she cries as she rocks on my cock. I let her do this her way so I don’t hurt her, but the more I let her, the harder she goes on me. She raises herself and slams back down on my cock as I grip her hips in my hands. I want so badly to take over, but at the same time, I don’t want to hurt her. I want her to enjoy this, enjoy what we’re doing, and I think she is.

“Damn, Chy. Ride me harder,” I tell her. She picks up the pace and rides me harder and faster until sweat drips down her temples. She’s gasping for air when I slide my hand between her legs and toy with her clit. She comes quickly, faster than I thought she would, but she doesn’t stop. Not until I’m coming and falling apart with her. When we’re both sated, she climbs off me and lays on the bed next to me, catching her breath. I roll to my side and cup her cheek, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smiles and sighs.

“I can’t seem to last long,” she sighs.

“That’s okay. I heard when you’re pregnant, you get horny quickly,” I tell her with a smirk.

“You’re not wrong.”

“Are you okay though?”

“I’m good, Van. You’ll know if I’m not.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. I’m glad you let me take over.”

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