I shake my head and give myself one slow tight pump. “No. Right now, I feel very much like I’ll hurt you, and I can’t live with myself if I hurt you or the baby.”
She huffs, anger in her eyes now, which takes me by surprise. “My vagina will push out something the size of a watermelon in nine months or so. It can take a little rough sex.”
I swallow and lick my lips, giving myself time, at least enough to explain to her what’s going on in my head. “It’s not about being rough,” I say…still grappling with how to explain something I don’t even understand about myself.
Her eyes go wide, and she nods while I squeeze myself again, this time letting my short nails dig into my sensitive flesh. A wave of pain is then chased by a wave of pleasure, and I let it wash over me for a moment.
I’m so lost in the sensation that I don’t notice she’s sat up and shifted closer on her knees until I open my eyes again. “Angel,” I warn.
“Angel,” she says, pitching her voice low, mocking. Then normally. “You aren’t going to scare me off.”
Her hands wrap around my dick, brushing mine away. “If you don’t want to touch me, fine, but I’m not going to be the bigger person, not when all I can think about is touching every inch of you.”
Her eyes scan from my cock in her grasp up to my clenched abs, to my chest, then finally to my eyes. “You are so beautiful to me. Let me show you how much I love looking at you, touching you.”
She squeezes me tight, tighter than I’ve even been touching myself, and I let out a little guh sound above her head. When I risk a peek down at her, she’s clenching her thighs together, and it hits me how much she is really enjoying this.
I let her have her way and sink down onto the bed so she can sit comfortably. She settles next to my hip and throws me a sexy grin.
She leans down, removing her hands, and then drags her tongue over the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. I barely have time to let out a strangled gasp before she’s lowered her head, taking as much of my length between her lips as possible. It’s amazing, but not nearly enough of what I’m craving right now.
Then she lifts her head and gives me an experimental pump in her hands again. “That’s better. If you’d let me, I’d have straddled you and done that with my body, but I know you are being testy right now.”
Fucking hell. I lie back on the bed and close my eyes. “Testy is not the word I’d use, Angel.”
She huffs, but I know she’s only teasing me. Once upon a time, I’d have taken it for mockery and reveled in the ensuing punishment. Coming from her, it’s loving and full of her signature sweetness.
When she falls silent again, I start to lift my head to stare at her, but then she grabs me tight, her nails digging into the underside of my shaft, and takes up a sharp pull along my cock, from the tip to the base, and back again.
Holy hell. I groan and reach out to clench the sheets so I don’t grab her and slide her across my lap where I really want her.
“Don’t stop,” I order, my tone too sharp, but she only wiggles against my hip and continues her punishing pace.
I’m on the edge and so close to coming when a spear of guilt pins me right in the chest. She should be coming first, not seeing to me like this. I’m about to get up and push her back on the bed, put my face between her thighs and lick her clean, but just as I tense to sit up, she shifts one of her hands to my balls and gives them a gentle but firm roll around her palm while the other continues working my shaft in long rough strokes.
I groan again and cover my face with my hands. “Angel…”
She repeats the motion, and I feel my balls draw in tight as my entire being clenches to come. It takes her a moment to work it out of me, her small hands no doubt tired from the effort, but she doesn’t stop, not until the warm jet of my cum slides down her fingers, coating both of our skins.
I’m panting, and I finally open my eyes and shift my weight up on my elbows to look at her. “You should have been the one to come first.”
Her eyes narrow, and she shakes her head. “If I wanted to go first, I could have when you told me to touch myself. Get it through your thick skull that touching you turns me on just as much as touching myself. More so even, when I get to see all those careful layers of control get peeled away in favor of pleasure.”