Page 18 of Brood
“I don’t need a break. I’m fine.”
“Okay.” With that, he disappears into the bathroom.
He’s in there for a few minutes. I assume he pees and washes up the way I do each night, although I’ve certainly not inquired. He takes his daily shower after he exercises in the middle of the morning, but he never smells too strongly when we have sex the way some men do late in the day. I appreciate him taking the time to clean his body.
That’s one item on the very short list of things I like about my new spouse.
I’m still sitting on the bed when he comes out wearing nothing but the standard white briefs all men wear. He darts me a few looks as he sits on his bed.
When I don’t move, his eyebrows shoot up. “You coming over?”
“Yes.” It takes more energy than it should to push myself to my feet. He always rubs me with lube and makes me come before he fucks me, but I don’t want to stand that long today. My body is used to the size of his cock by now, and he always uses plenty of lubricant. I don’t need an orgasm first.
I’d rather just get it over with.
I strip off my clothes and climb onto the bed, getting in my normal position on my hands and knees.
He shifts sideways toward me, his expression confused.
A normal person would ask me for an explanation, but he doesn’t. He stands, pulling off his own underwear and then reaching for the tube of lubricant in his drawer.
I’m looking over my shoulder so I can see that he’s halfway aroused. As he stands staring at my naked body, his penis hardens all the way.
He’s got more hair on his groin than the photos of naked men I studied in our anatomy unit, but he also has a lot of hair on his chest and face and head, so maybe that explains it. I have no way to judge relative sizes—if he’s big or small or average—but I like both the size and the appearance of his penis.
I like the look of his whole body. It always provokes a deep, curling sensation below my belly.
Today, staring back at him makes my neck ache, so I focus down at the white bedding instead. He squirts out liquid and rubs it between my thighs. I assumed he would lube up his erection and get going, but he doesn’t. He slides his fingers into my pussy and starts pumping them.
“You don’t need to—” My words cut off with an unexpected jolt of pleasure when he pushes into my clit with his thumb. I lower my shoulders and head so my arms don’t have to hold them up.
“I need to get you warmed up first. Works better that way.”
He’s always blunt and straightforward. In his mind, it makes practical sense to give me an orgasm first so that my body is more receptive to his sperm.
I like how he makes me feel, but breeding is more important than physical stimulation. If having an orgasm really does aid in that, I’ll accept what he gives me. I breathe deeply and try to focus on the sensations as he fucks me with his fingers.
After a minute, my skin heats up. My pussy pulses. He fits his other hand between my thighs to work on my clit. He’s not really rubbing it. He’s slapping it lightly in time with the thrusting of his hand.
I bite back a whimper as new pleasure surges.
“There it is,” he says. “Now you’ve got it.”
The sounds his hands make on my body are raw and shameless and undignified, the wet suction from his fingers in my pussy and the smacking on my clit. Even the bed is squeaking because I’m involuntarily pushing my bottom back toward his hands.
As the feelings intensify, I bury my face in his thick comforter, using the fabric to stifle my voice as I mumble, “Will, oh, Will, oh, Will,” with increasing volume.
Then the pleasure breaks. My pussy spasms around his fingers, and my body shakes through the climax.
“There you go,” I hear him murmuring behind me. “That’s better. That’s a good one.”
I’m sniffling and still whimpering as the sensations gradually fade into the occasional aftershock. He gives my groin some relieving pressure after he withdraws his fingers from my vagina.
He rubs my bottom and waits until I lift my face from the bedding before he moves on.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, even though he didn’t ask.
“We had to work for it, but you came good.”
