Page 102 of Living for Truth
“I do want you to fuck me.”
Damn it. “You need to rest.”
“I’ll sleep better if you take care of the ache between my thighs first.” She turns her head back to look at me like it’s an innocent request.
I slide the hand resting on her hip down her thigh, then slip in under the fabric of her nightgown and run it back up her smooth skin.
“You still feeling needy, Butterfly? My fingers weren’t enough?” I know she’s not wearing any underwear because I watched her get dressed.
“Need more,” she whimpers as my fingers tease the crease where her pussy meets her thigh. She opens her legs wider.
“Greedy thing.” I nip at her earlobe. “Do you want my mouth? Or my cock?”
“Your cock, please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I pull my boxers down and fist my cock, gliding the head against her wet pussy. She’s been getting wet so much easier since she got pregnant, and I’m loving it.
“Do you want it slow and sweet, or hard and fast, mama?” I notch the head at her entrance and grip around her thigh to spread her thighs wider.
“Hard and fast,” she moans, and I enter her in a swift stroke. “Oh God!”
“I’m probably not going to last long,” I admit. I’ll make sure she comes, though, before I even think about coming myself.
“I’m almost there. You touching me in the shower got me all wound up.”
“Up on your hands and knees, baby.” I pull out of her, and she follows my directions, arching her back and pressing her ass into me.
I give her ass a spank and watch the way it ripples before entering her again. I set a hard but steady pace, which apparently isn’t fast enough for my girl because she starts pushing herself back onto my cock faster.
I spank her again. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock. Always so fucking needy for me, aren’t you? You need me to fuck you faster?”
“Yes, please, faster. I need you to make me come,” Hannah moans.
“Anything for you, Butterfly.” I pick up the pace, my cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She chants the same words over and over again, and I feel her getting close.
I bring my hand around her belly to press hard, fast circles on her swollen clit, and it only takes a few morestrokes for her to detonate and throw me over the edge with her.
“I love you so much.” I press a kiss to her shoulder before pulling out.
“I love you, too,” she sighs, already on her way to sleep.
I step into the bathroom to clean myself off and grab a wet washcloth to wash her off, but when I come back to clean her, she’s already closed her eyes. They pop open when I wipe the sticky release from between her thighs, but she settles back again.
I discard the cloth in the laundry basket and turn off the bedside lamp before curling around my fiancée and draping an arm over her stomach.
Maybe it’s my imagination, but I swear I feel the twins move underneath my palm.
Chapter 47
Hannah
The last few months have flown by in a blur of doctor’s appointments, tests, and holidays.
The twins looked perfect at the twenty week ultrasound, and I passed my glucose test with flying colors.
Morgan talks to them every night, and as soon as they hear their daddy’s voice, they kick like crazy.
My belly is huge, and I’ve been living in oversized sweaters and comfy pants since my stomach popped at twenty-four weeks. Bean hates it because he can’t snuggle up against me as easily anymore, but Bagel doesn’t seem to mind as much.
