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I have no idea why this is so hot, but it’s like I can touch him through my body. I shove my hand down onto my own skin and he groans.
“Adi, I’ll come too fast if you do that.”
It’s making me even tighter around him, and surely that’s good? “But you said you were going to fill me up.”
“Oh I will.” He lifts his head and grins, blue eyes twinkling. “Don’t worry about that. The trouble you’ll have now I’ve started is stopping me filling you, every hour of every day, from now until eternity.”
9
RHYS
Even though I know we have a lifetime to find out everything about each other, I need our first time to be embedded in her memory as it will be in mine. That means the joy of experimenting to find the ways we fit together best. Adi writhes and pants and moans as I intersperse shallow pumps with deep pounding thrusts. I tease the head of my cock with the tightness of her entrance then press all the way, right to her limit. I watch her face ravenously. I’m compelled.
What I want more than anything is for her to need this as badly as I do, again and again and again.
I think I’m succeeding. However, she hasn’t come yet, and call me superstitious, but I am absolutely serious about her coming so she’ll get pregnant.
We’re chest to chest, and our kisses are sloppy, and although I adore having her trapped beneath me, I’ve got other plans too.
I push her legs out, wider, more exposed. It alters the angle, making her gasp.
“More of that, huh?” No disagreement from me. She came so damn quick the other day I was almost disappointed when I held her thighs wide open and spread her pussy out. Being inside her when she’s like this is mind-blowing.
“You feel so good, sweetheart. I love that there’s nothing between us. No condom. No birth control. It’s just you and me, bare.”
“Yes.” She clutches at the back of my head. “Husband.”
I need more of her. Without stopping driving into her, holding her hips I sit on my heels and pull her onto my lap. In the same moment, I push hard.
We both moan at the deeper penetration. She’s laid before me clutching the bedsheets, and I can see every part of her beautiful body, including my cock being swallowed by her pink wet slit.
Easing out, I drive in again, then settle into a rhythm as her eyes flutter shut. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Our baby, sweetheart. I love you so much.”
Holding her tight by one hip, I bring my fingers to her clit. It barely takes more than a touch for her to respond. She tightens around my cock as I rub circles over that sensitive nub, watching her face.
The desire to breed her is making my balls tingle.
“You remember what we said about you coming?” I gasp out. “About it helping get you pregnant?”
“Yes? No?” She thrashes her head from side to side, losing it. Mindless with the pleasure. I don’t know if the “no” is an acknowledgement of the fact I was speaking absolute nonsense, or denial that she ever heard my paper-thin excuse for making her come every night and morning.
“I need to feel you clenching around my cock again, sweetheart. I have to feel you come before I do.”
And that is true. Because I want this to be as perfect for her as it is for me. I crave seeing that pleasure on her face again.
“Now be a good girl for me.” I press harder on her clit and circle over it faster as I adjust the angle of my length inside her again. “And come.”
I don’t know if it was the command or the touch, maybe both, but she grips around me and cries out. I’m familiar with the sounds and sight of her climax after a whole month, though I love seeing it more every time I do this for her. But feeling her come on my cock? Next level.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come,” I tell her, but I don’t think she hears. I can barely hear anything myself for the rush of blood in my ears and the desperate desire to follow her over into orgasm. But I also don’t want to miss any part of her coming on my cock this first time. So I watch her writhe, slowly pumping into her, relishing the feel of her soaked pussy. She’s creamed all over me.
Her heated silk tight around my cock and nothing could possibly feel as good, except perhaps seeing the pleasure on her face from only inches away.
I need to kiss her. I lean forwards and lick her breasts on the way up, shifting over her, getting a bit distracted by her sweet nipples. But eventually I have her beneath me again, pinned by my cock and trapped by my arms either side of her head.
She’s ruined, eyes half closed, mouth open. I kiss her lips and cheeks as my thrusts accelerate again.
“I’m going to come inside you, hot and deep,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make you overflow with seed. Then I’ll make you hold it in, even while it’s too much, while it drips out of you. I’m going to keep every drop to make you pregnant.”
