Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

And I know I said it wasn’t for him, and it wasn’t. But his reaction, that’s what I needed. To know that he wanted me. Not just a little, but that he couldn’t think unless he had me.

I got off on the power, on making guys want more and then pulling away.

But instead, I ground against him closer, my mouth parted as I lifted my arms up, wrapping them around him and drawing his head in towards my shoulder so that I could feel his breath on my ear.

There he was, held in thrall to me as one of his big, muscular arms went about my waist. I could feel his bulging, hard forearm press into my tummy as his fingers splayed and slid down over my mons atop my dress. He hovered his mouth so near to my skin I could feel the warm, moistness of his breath.

He felt glorious, hard, tall and broad, like a man should be. And he rocked his hips in tune with me, grinding his manhood into me as we swayed and danced. Until finally those lips of his dared brush against my earlobe, my neck. A soft, light kiss.

My tummy flipped, and I felt a tingle between my thighs. It wasn’t anything explosive, but my body certainly didn’t seem to care that it was just a kiss.

No, my body was responding like he’d just managed to find a hidden part of me, a sensitive and secret place, and open it with such expertise...

I was losing at my own game, but then, that was the plan. To let myself give in to passion, and do what felt right. What felt natural.

For once.

And Romy was the perfect man to let go with. Those big, strong hands rubbing over my flesh, soaking me all in, appreciating every inch of my body. Every little brush of h

is fingertips was like fire and ice, exciting and calming at once.

Before long I lost all connection with what I was doing, there were only the pleasurable sensations of our two bodies contacting, with no clear idea of where I stood, or that I was even a distinct being, separate from him. It was like we’d both just… evaporated into tingling, excited energy.

Mere moments of clarity got through, and I heard myself moan as Romy’s lips tugged my earlobe into his mouth, and he suckled upon it.

It was like a warm chill went through me, my nerves responding with such eager delight.

My panties were already soaking wet, and I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone before. My lips parted, and I panted out, gently, “Let’s go.”

His grip upon my hips tightened for a moment, and those strong fingers sank into my flesh right above my womanhood, slowly pulling my dress up fractions of an inch. Then finally he let go, and spun me back around, looking into my eyes with his intense gaze before he began to lead me out.

His hand was around mine as he guided me, taking me into the cool night air, which made my overheated skin tingle. No sooner than we were free and clear in the open, he put his arm around my back and pulled me close, guiding me towards the hotel.

No words passed between us, but once we were in the elevator, he pressed me up against the wall and kissed me on the lips. Hard, passionately.

He still tasted of the minty mojito, and my tongue lashed against his, hungrily. He was a skilled kisser, and his hands roamed over my body, over my clothes, and it felt like such a long ride up to the top.

My arms around his neck, we practically fell out of the elevator when it arrived on my floor, nearly crashing into a couple waiting for it. I giggled as I tugged Romy’s hand, leading him into my room.

The door shut behind us, and I was suddenly glad he had the foresight to leave the balcony windows open, because I was still so hot and the cool air was helping keep me from passing out with the heat of desire.

It was mere moments before we were toppling over onto the big, king sized bed. That strong, hard body of his over me, my hands running along his broad shoulders. The swell and throb of his manhood against my cunny and lower belly as he lifted a knee and loomed over me as our lips smacked moistly.

I didn’t want to tell him I was still a virgin and give him cause to stop or slow down, but at the same time, I was a little worried. Would it hurt?

But those thoughts were quickly swept away as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing it firmly and not treating it like a radio dial. He was paying attention to the whole mound, and that just brought my arousal to the next level.

“Fuck me,” I begged him, my voice low with lust.

His lips moved from mine, making their way on down my neck as I arched it out to the side. He undid his shirt all the while, so that his white cotton top came undone, and his dark tanned flesh was bare for my wandering hands to appreciate. To feel the smooth skin and its light peppering of dark hairs.

He raised my dress up to my hips, then let his thumb trace along my lace panties, on in towards my mound, where he traced the outline of my labia, all the way down my slit, making me mewl in response.

He was perfect.

Our child would be the cutest little thing, I just knew it.

My legs parted and my entire body flushed with heat as he revealed more and more of my skin to his gaze. The buzz of the mojito had mostly worn off, but was replaced with my lust for him. I hooked my hands in to each side of my panties, beginning to strip them down.