But not now. Now, I have Amanda all to myself, on my bed, and I’m going to take full advantage of that.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say.
I lean in. I can smell her perfume, that same lavender scent that I love. It’s heady and it makes arousal shoot through me, my pants tightening uncomfortably. Amanda shifts beneath me and her leg brushes against my clothed cock, making me twitch.
“I want you so bad right now,” Amanda groans. “Get these clothes off. I want to feel you.”
That’s a command that I can definitely obey. I pull back and wait until she turns her eyes on me. Then, making sure to hold her gaze, I start to slowly undo the buttons on my shirt, teasing her with the barest hint of my chest beneath. She almost seems to stop breathing as she watches my hands, caught by my impromptu strip tease.
When the shirt is unbuttoned, I slowly slide it down my arms, twisting my torso and flexing my muscles as I go. Her gaze turns hungry and her hands twitch, eager to touch. But I pull back and lift myself onto my knees. My cock is tenting my pants now, my erection obvious, and I thrust my hips into the air before circling them slowly. I unclip m
y belt and pull it free, dangling it before dropping it to the ground with my shirt.
“Do you want to see more?” I ask teasingly.
“Fuck, yes,” Amanda groans.
I slide my thumbs into the loops of my pants and pull the waistband. Teasing her like this is almost as hard on me as it is on her; all I want to do is sink into her willing body as soon as I can. But I love the way she’s watching me, her attention completely captured by my every movement. So I slowly pop the button on my pants and drag the zipper down.
I have to slide off the bed now, getting to my feet and stretching my arms deliberately slowly over my head, my pants now open and showing the green of my boxers underneath. The lump of my cock is also obvious, straining to get free.
I shimmy the hem of my pants over my hips, bending over unnecessarily as I do it, and I can feel Amanda’s eyes fixed on my thighs as they’re revealed before she turns her gaze to my cock. With only the loose barrier of my boxers keeping it poorly confined, it springs to attention. There’s a moist patch on my boxers from the leaking tip.
As Amanda watches, I rub myself through my boxers, making us both groan. I’m so hard that it’s painful.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she gasps.
I hook my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my boxers and then push them down over my hips. This time I just let them fall, allowing her to take in the full view of my cock as it bobs up, eager and desperate.
Now completely naked, I stalk back toward Amanda.
“Now you’re wearing too many clothes,” I say.
She reaches for her shirt but I bat her hands away. I’m not finished yet. Agonizingly slowly, I undo the buttons on her blouse. As each inch of skin is revealed, I press a kiss to it, a feather light touch that makes her shudder each time. She sits up slightly as I push the shirt down over her shoulders and arms, and I use that moment to reach for the clasp of her bra. I fumble with it for a moment before finally unclipping it, and she collapses back to the bed.
She’s wearing one of her white lacy bras that suit her so well. It dips over the curve of her breasts and I run my fingers over the last, pressing on the soft skin only slightly. She groans and bucks.
“Please, more,” she begs,
“Patience,” I say with a chuckle
Though I’m not sure how much patience I have left in me, either. Each part of Amanda that is revealed makes me want her more and more. I try not to touch her silken skin too much, otherwise this will all be over when finally lose control and sink into her. I want to draw this out a little longer. I want her to remember this day, because it’s when we finally were able to be together.
As I drop my hands to her skirt, however, I pause on her stomach. It’s still flat. It’s hard to believe that a baby is growing inside her. Our baby.
“When…?” I ask.
“I’ll start showing in a few weeks, they said,” Amanda says with a smile, understanding what I’m trying to ask.
Overwhelmed, I lean in and press a kiss to her navel. I wanted to court Amanda and maybe, if things went well, marry her, and then start a family. But I’m not upset about how things worked out. Despite how quickly everything has gone, and how tumultuous our relationship has been up to this point, I know that I’ll hold onto Amanda for the rest of my life, if she allows me to. She and my unborn child are now my family, no matter what happens in the future.
I pull her skirt down and she lifts her hips to help me. Her panties match her bra, they’re already wet with need. I pull them off as well, slowly stripping them down her smooth legs, and she shrugs her loosened bra off. Her clothes join mine on the floor.
Then we’re both bare. I stand there for a moment, looking her over. Every time I see her, there’s something new about her body to discover. I want to know everything about her. One day, I want to be able to say I know her body just as well as my own.
Then I lean in. Her legs fall open eagerly, inviting me in.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I promise.