Page 88 of One Timer With A Wingman

I reach down and pump his cock, and he lets out a low feral sound from the back of his throat.“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers against my skin. His eyes are closed, and he’s lost to the ecstasy.

“You were inside me this morning,” I remind.

“Not enough,” he says as his hand slides into my bikini bottom and he starts fingering me. I have my legs wrapped around his waist and in the water I feel light as air, which is a nice change.

I start panting and moaning. “That feels so good, I need your cock inside me.”

I feel him removing his bathing suit in the water. I reach down and guide him inside me. We groan together as he begins to pump inside me. He holds on to my behind and helps me move under water.

“Faster, Aaron,” I cry out. “Agh, so good.”

I get lost in our lovemaking as the water splashes around us and my belly bobs in the water. I fall over the edge, crying out in ecstasy. Aaron follows me, pumping inside me in hard stilted strokes.

We hang on to each other for a while after as we both catch our breaths, the warm sun shining down on us. The sky a clear blue.

“I’m going to enjoy Grand Locke this summer,” I joke.

“Damn straight.”

“Pool sex is so good for pregnancy. I finally feel light.”

“I’ll have to make sure my parents are out a lot during the day then,” Aaron replies.

“The night could be interesting too. I bet the stars are something special out here,” I say, since it’s a suburban area without a lot of large buildings.

“It is beautiful out here,” he says, looking into my eyes. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles. “I’ve been reading that we won’t have a lot of time for sex when Nugget is born.”

I shift off him and reach for my bikini top. I don’t need his parents coming home and finding us naked in the pool.

“Speaking of Nugget, we need to find a name,” I remind.

“It can’t be Carl,” Aaron says.

“Definitely a no to Carl,” I agree.

“What about Henry?” Aaron asks.

“Hmm, not loving it,” I reply.

We scramble to get dressed and we leave the pool. The air is a little chilly but we brought out thick robes, so we put them on and share one of the loungers.

“What about Atlas?” I ask.

“I actually like that,” Aaron says. He pulls out his phone and searches the meaning of the name Atlas.

“Atlas symbolizes strength, endurance, and resilience. It describes you, Buttercup,” he says and my heart flutters.

“It describes you too. You’ve been so strong for your mother,” I say to him.

He sighs. “It’s been tough but meeting you and being with you has given me so much strength. You’re strong and so resilient. It amazes me.” He leans over and kisses the tip of my nose.

“It’s settled then. Atlas represents us both. Our past and our future,” I state.

“Atlas it is,” Aaron confirms.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

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