Page 28 of Curve Ball
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Adriana,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. “Seeing you like this, knowing that you’re carrying my baby,our baby, it’s the biggest turn-on.”
“Really?” I ask, letting out a staggered breath.
“You have no idea.Adriana, verte así, con mi bebé en tu vientre, me dan ganas de protegerte y amarte más que nunca. Quiero que sepas cuánto te adoro, cuánto te necesito.”
He leads me to the bathroom, where he turns on the shower, the steam quickly filling the room. Gael strips, then steps in first, pulling me in after I take off my bra and underwear, and the hot water cascades over our bodies, relaxing every tense muscle. He grabs the body wash, pouring a generous amount into his hands, and starts to lather me up, his strong hands massaging my skin, making me feel like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
“Relájate, Hermosa. Déjame cuidarte.”
So I let him do just that. Gael’s touch is electric, sendingshivers down my spine, and I can feel my body responding to him, my nipples hardening, and the tug of the barbells doesn’t help the familiar ache building between my legs. I reach out, my hands finding that he’s already hard and I stroke him, feeling him grow even harder in my hand. Gael groans, his head falling back against the shower wall, giving me full access to his body.
“Fuck, Mama, that feels so good,” he rasps, his hips bucking into my hand. I smile, pleased with the power I have over him, and I continue to stroke him, my thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the precum that has gathered there.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as he reaches for one of the built-in shelves for stability. “I’ve missed you…Oh, shit… so fucking much.”
Gael’s hands aren’t idle as I inch him closer to orgasm. He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my piercing, making me hiss.It might be time to take them out; they are just too sensitive now.He leans down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit. I moan, my head falling back, my body on fire with need.
“Gael,” I whisper, desperately needing him to touch me. “I need you.”
He looks up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m right here, Mama. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You know what I mean.”
Gael spins me around, my back to his front, and I can feel his hard length pressing against my ass. His hands roam over my body, one cupping my breast, the other sliding down my stomach, heading straight for my pussy. I spread my legs, giving him better access, and he groans in approval.
“Such a good girl, opening up for me,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in slow, torturous circles. I moan, my hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.He obliges, slipping one, then two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot that has me seeing stars.
“Papi, please,” I beg, my thighs trembling. “I need more.”
He chuckles. “Patience, Mama. I want to enjoy this body of yours. You kept it away from me,” Soft kisses on my neck, the stream of water hitting my chest, and his low, seductive voice in my ear.“Me gusta verte correrte, ver cómo tu cuerpo tiembla y se suelta. Quiero que grites mi nombre mientras lo haces, mama. Los vecinos deberían conocer mi nombre con lo fuerte que lo gritas.”
He continues to finger me, his other hand playing with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, and I know I’m close.
“Come for me, Adri,” Gael whispers in my ear. “Let me feel your pussy pulse around my fingers.”
And I do.
I come undone, my body shaking, my breath coming in gasps as waves of pleasure wash over me. Gael holds me up, his strong arms around me, his fingers still inside me, drawing out every last tremor of my orgasm.
“Qué buena puta, mama. Ahora te vas a correr en mi pija. Te vas a meter cada puto centímetro de mí y rogarme que te llene.”
He withdraws his fingers, turns me around, brings the fingers to his mouth and sucks my cum from them. Then his lips come crashing down on mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. My eyes roll as his tongue caresses mine. Lifting me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressing against my entrance. I slide down onto him, taking him inch by inch, until he’s fully inside me.
“Fuck, Mama, you feel so good,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “So tight, so wet.”
He moves, thrusting his hips, fucking me slow and deep, his eyes never leaving mine. The water from the shower is still raining down on us, but I barely notice it, so consumed by the man inside me. Each thrust hits my front wall, sending little pulses of pressure right where I need it.
“Gael,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m close again.”
He groans. “That’s it. Come for me again. Let me feel your perfect cunt milk my cock.”
It’s like his filthy mouth can control when I come, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clamping down on his length, drawing out his own orgasm. He groans, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating as one. Gael finally pulls out, setting me down gently, and turns off the shower. He wraps a towel around me, drying me off, his touches soft and loving. The way his hands caress my stomach, like there is something precious there.
Well, there is.
Our son or daughter is in there.
