He laughed as he stood up fully, a confident, satisfied laugh. He enjoyed seeing me writhe and whimper, and the control in his voice only turned me on more. I scooted back onto the bed, and he crawled after me. But before he could settle between my legs, I guided him closer to my mouth.
I took his cock between my lips and let him slide deeply into my throat. Cupping his balls with one hand and gently massaging them, I let him rock gently as I sucked him. My tongue swept back and forth on the underside of him, and when I bobbed back, I let it swirl over the edge, pressing on the soft place just under the head.
He groaned deeply with each movement, and I reached up to stroke him for a moment. I let my tongue slide across each side of his massive cock, relishing in how the veins stood out and how he pulsed with desire for me. I looked up into his eyes and saw the need in his. He wanted the release he had given me, and I aimed to give it to him.
I got up on all fours and turned my ass to him. He grinned in appreciation of the sight, and as I backed into him, he took my hips in his powerful hands and positioned me. I clasped my hands together and lowered my head down into them as he slid his wet, throbbing cock into my pussy. I moaned deeply, a carnal sound of intense desire. The new position allowed him to press into me in a way that was unique to his size and shape. No one had ever touched me like he did. It elicited a groan of passion from me and deep, repetitive yelps as he began to increase the speed that he fucked me.
Soon, he was slamming into me, holding my hips in his hands and ramming his cock deep into me. I arched up, and he took one hand and placed it on my shoulder, further driving himself deep inside me. I wanted more, harder, deeper. I reached up and moved his hand to my hair, and he took the hint. Grabbing a fistful of it he pulled back with just enough pressure to create a tingling in my scalp. It mixed with the sensation of his cock driving hard into me, and I lost total control.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my jaw dropped as he rammed into me over and over. My skin tingled, and sounds rocked out of me with each thrust while our bodies worked to bring pleasure to each other. He came hard inside me, but neither of us was done.
I laid him down on his back and took him into my mouth again, keeping him hard. The taste of his thick cum sent my senses into overdrive, and I bobbed on him until he pulled me close. I mounted him and he reached behind to grasp my ass and help me ride him. I bounced up and down, my hands pressing into his muscular chest as he groaned, and I cried out.
It felt like hours we rolled together in the bed, our bodies covered in sweat, sex, and salvation. We were each other’s other half, spiritually, emotionally, and physically, and as we brought each other to climax after climax, there was nothing left but for us to fall into each other’s arms for one last mighty orgasm.
As he came the final time, my pussy milked him dry, and I collapsed beside him, my body aching and tingling together. It was the most satisfying night of my life, and curling up into him, smelling his musk and drifting off to sleep would only add to it. The night would still, somehow, get better.
We lay there, cuddling, and after a little while, we began to talk. Concrete steps about how we would handle our relationship, how we would handle Olly and questions he might ask. How we would deal with employers and friends and family. All the things that we should have talked about before but were too afraid to. Eventually, the time was coming that I had to let him sleep. He had work in the morning and was exhausted.
Both of us were so satisfied and happy, so when we fell asleep, it was deep, dreamless, and peaceful. It was the best sleep I had gotten in years, and I barely woke when he rolled out of bed, kissing my forehead and whispering that he was heading to work.
29
FINN
Going in to work on Saturday, I felt like a new man. Everything that had been bugging me for a week was suddenly off my shoulders, and not only that, but I had a different perspective on life than I ever had before. Sure, it was still early in the pregnancy, and I had yet to hold a baby that bore my DNA, but just the knowledge that it was coming, that one day soon I was going to be a father. This changed me.