Every time I sucked, she’d do the same on me, so I released her nub and flicked it as a warning. I was going to come if she kept doing that and I wanted to be inside her again when I did. Unfortunately, she was still playing me at my own game, so she flicked her tongue over the head of my cock, stiffening it over that little bit of skin that drives men out of their minds.
Shifting my index finger, I pushed it into her, joining it with my middle finger. Bending them, I began to rub with more pressure and speed against the ridged patch, not losing contact with it for a second. It took every bit of control and willpower, but I managed to pull my cock out of her mouth just as I sucked hard and rubbed my tongue along the side of her clit, pushing her over the edge. I wish I could have seen her, but instead I heard her husky cry, felt her breath on my wet tip and felt her pulsing around me.
It was heaven, and it was hell.
Making sure I didn’t knee her in the jaw, I moved carefully and quickly so that I was in between her legs, angled my cock downwards and thrust into her. Immediately I felt the wet heat and felt her tightness almost strangling me. There were also the residual spasms of her orgasm as I pushed deeper into her, making me groan.
I needed more though.
Lifting the fingers that had just been inside her, I sucked on them as I withdrew slowly, and then thrust back into her. With each thrust in, she’d tighten her legs and pull me harder into. At the back of my mind I worried about the baby, but I lost focus when she screamed at me to go harder.
Speeding up and increasing the force behind my thrusts, I let my body drop over her, catching myself on my fists in the mattress either side of her head. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around my ass the whole time like she was afraid I was going to stop. This meant that with my shift of position, the angle of my cock into her changed too, rubbing against the upper wall of her pussy like my fingers had just been doing.
I felt the tingles of my own impending orgasm at the same time as she started to tighten around me again. On the next thrust into her, she shattered around me, orbiting me into a climax that felt like it came from my toes.
I had a brief thought just then that if she hadn’t already been pregnant, she would have been after that.
She was though, and you couldn’t get someone pregnant twice. But I didn’t just want one child with her, I wanted everything with her, because she was everything to me.
I still had a niggling worry about Chris that wouldn’t go away, but with her wrapped around me, I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused back on the soft and slow glide to the end.FifteenLilyFour weeks later…
Time flies when you’re baking a bun. Actually, it doesn’t, being pregnant takes forever. Then, you hit a certain stage and you think ‘whoa, that was fast’. It’s a strange phenomenon, but I was enjoying it all now.
My belly was getting bigger, and I’d had to extend the little elastic doohickey on the side of my pants by two holes already. They should make all clothes with that on them. Ate a Thanksgiving dinner? Extend it by one. Skipped breakfast because you were in a hurry? Reduce it by one. It was a genius idea that they needed to make more use of. Unfortunately, there was no reducing my stomach just now. I had a tiny human being inside me who was making a bump three times its size. At this stage of the pregnancy I didn’t need to eat a huge dinner for it to grow because even drinking water made it grow by a million inches. Then again, drinking water made my bladder fill up which obviously meant peeing, and thinking of doing that made me need to go too.
“I need to pee,” I announced to Tate who was driving us back to where all the Townsends were waiting for us.
Today was our gender reveal party, and he’d insisted on taking me out for the day – which ended up with us hitting the baby store. We’d ordered the crib, the changing table and pretty much any piece of furniture for the room that Tate had liked. My job was the color of the walls (picking the paint, not applying it), the curtains, a rug, bedding and stuff like that.
“You’ll have to hold it in.”
Sighing, I pulled the belt away from the lower region of my stomach, hoping it would make it easier. Newsflash – it didn’t, I had to pee now.