“As long as we want,” he said. “It’s simmering. It only gets better the longer it cooks.”
I pressed into his chest, and he went willingly, walking backward to the bedroom. It wasn’t like we needed privacy—the entire place was ours—but I wanted to break in the mattress the old-fashioned way. The door didn’t need to be closed, though, and I didn’t bother to reach back and shut it as we made our way, lips reaching and finding whatever skin it could into the room.
I ripped at his shirt, pulling it from where it had been tucked in his shorts and pulled it up over his head. As if flung away behind me, he worked on getting his shorts undone, and then I heard them drop to the floor. His cock sprang out and pressed into my core as I pulled my own shirt off. My heavy, sensitive breasts tumbled out, and he gathered them in his hands. My skirt was easy access, so I lay down on the bed, and Tyler joined me, climbing between my legs and reaching in to remove my white cotton panties.
My pussy was wet and throbbing, and the cool air of the room sent a chill up my spine when it touched it. It wasn’t cold for long. Tyler’s body smothered me, and his lips ran up my neck to my mouth as he positioned himself at my opening. He ran his hands down my own until they clasped with mine, and he pulled them up over my head. I pressed my hips up into him, and he slid his massive, throbbing cock into me. I let out a cry of pleasure as he drove deeply into my pussy, and he rocked back to do it again.
Tyler held my hands above my head, our fingers intertwined as his hips rocked back and forth in slow, powerful strokes. His cock drove deeper into me with each thrust, and I lost myself in the moment and the heat of passion. Time passed as we reveled in each other’s bodies, taking our time, using every single second to worship the sweat that beaded down our bodies. He never hurried or got impatient as he exalted me with his eyes and his touch.
I found myself draped over a pillow, my ass in the air and my face pressed into the mattress as he instructed. I watched his delicious cock bounce as he walked from one side of the bed to the other to mount me. My body tingled with anticipation as his skin touched mine, and he ran his hands over my plump backside. His fingers dug in, squeezing me and pulling my cheeks apart to get a better view as his thick staff stroked the inside of my leg as it made its way up to the entrance.
His head slid through the folds and brushed against my clit, sending me into a spasm of sound and sensation. But those hands held me firm, and though I bucked against them, I went nowhere. He entered me forcefully, and I cried out in a guttural moan. It was time for him to mount me, to own me and to come for me, and I for him. My toes curled as the wave of climax began to build and the tension threatened to explode. Suddenly, his hips began to slam into me, his thumbs pressing into the soft tissue of my ass as he pulled me in with each thrust, a roar building in his chest. His balls slapped against my clit with each drive deep into my wet pussy, and finally the tension unraveled and so did I.
I screamed a high-pitched moan as I came, and the roar behind me indicated he came, too. His body pulsed as his cock emptied into me, while I throbbed and roiled over in ecstasy. When his body was finished, we collapsed, sweaty and sticky into the bed, and lay there for some time, enjoying our nakedness and the sanctuary of our bodies together.
When my stomach grumbled, it sent us into fits, and despite our nudity, Tyler kissed me on the back of the head and stood, making his way through the house to the kitchen. We ate our dinner naked in bed, watching trashy TV before he put the dishes away, climbed back in bed, and went for another round before falling asleep curled in each other’s arms.
35
Tyler
Before heading home, Becca and I took some time to discuss when I should tell my family about the baby. The original plan had been to wait for the second trimester for a host of reasons, not the least of which was keeping her family in the dark. Now that her family knew, and there was a chance that the word could spread before we could even address it, we both agreed that it was for the best to tell them sooner rather than later. With the weekly family dinner coming up that Sunday, it just felt right that we should do it then.