Page 93 of Falling in Love with Two

When the pants come off, his beautiful cock comes into view. It’s a damn work of art.

With a small laugh, I say, “Guess we don’t have to use a condom now, huh?”

He smiles. “Guess not.”

He joins me back on the bed, and I hold up my legs so that he’ll get the hint to put them back on his shoulders. Of course, he does it without question.

Lining himself up with my entrance, he begins to speak. “Do you know how often I’ve thought about sliding into this perfect pussy again?”

“How often?”

“Every. Fucking. Day.” He pushes inside.

He starts slow, making sure I have time to adjust, but I’m ready for more.

“Fuck me, Dylan,” I plead. “Make me come again.”

A switch flips, and he gives me exactly what I want. Exactly what I need.

Holding my legs, he slams into me. Stroking my g-spot while his fingers toy with my clit. He manages to do all this while still telling me how sexy I am and how good it feels.

The sexual wizard is at work again.

He keeps his word and makes me come again before finishing himself.

As both of us collapse on the bed, I don’t waste any time getting up to pee. Lord knows pregnancy is hard enough without a UTI.

When I come back, I join Dylan who now lays with a sheet covering only his bottom half.

“That was incredible,” I say.

“Glad you liked.”

“I loved. We should do it more often.”

He props his head on his hand as he turns on his side to face me. “Really?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Why not? We are having a baby together. May as well have some fun.” I pause before adding. “But just to be clear, I don't know that I’m ready for an actual relationship. I think my brain is a bit too scattered to handle that right now.”

“Okay, I can understand that.”

“Thank you.”

He says, “Now, I have a favor of my own to ask.”

“You want me to make you come again?” I tease.

“Well, yes. But also, tomorrow night, my mom invited us over for dinner. No pressure or anything. They’re all just excited about the baby.”

Usually this would be a hard no for me, but Dylan has been beyond perfect. Maybe it’s my post-orgasm haze talking, but I think I can give him this.

“Okay, let’s do it,” I say.

“Really?”

I nod.

He pulls me close to cuddle. “I just have one more question. Was I better than the vibrator?”

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