Command (Storm MC 6)

And make me come.

He held himself over me, hands planted either side of my body, and continued his slow and deep torture. His eyes glazed over with satisfaction and every now and then, he grunted as he tried to delay his orgasm.

“That feel good, baby?” he asked as he began to pick up the pace.

My core clenched as I tried to focus. It feels so damn good, I can hardly concentrate. “Yes,” I panted.

He lowered his body a little and I clung to him as he began thrusting harder and faster.

Yes.

Oh God, yes.

Bliss overtook my mind and body, and I focused all my attention on Scott and the orgasm he was giving me.

So close.

Oh, fuck.

I rocked harder with him.

Nearly there.

Please.

Now.

I gripped him tighter, trying desperately to get the orgasm to shatter through my body.

Come on.

“Fuck!” he roared as he came.

I rocked harder again.

Frantic.

Please.

I need it now.

“Scott…oh God, yes!” I screamed out as I orgasmed.

Finally.

My toes curled and I kept clinging to Scott as my release lit every one of my nerve endings. So damn good.

We held each other while we came down from the high, catching our breaths and riding out the waves of pleasures.

When Scott collapsed onto the bed beside me, he rested his hand on my stomach, and said, “Morning, sweetheart.”

I softly laughed while rolling onto my side and snuggling against him. As I rested my head on his shoulder, he placed his arm around me to hold me close.

I loved this time with him. That feeling of being joined, and the connection of our souls, centred me and reminded me of how loved I was. It reminded me I had so many things to be thankful for. It also reminded me I wasn’t in my struggle alone.

“I’m scared,” I whispered, finally giving voice to my fear.

He turned his face and watched me silently for a moment. “Of losing the baby?”