“I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
The relief that washed over my body after Sean admitted his feelings to me was so satisfactory. The anxiety I had been holding over this relationship melted away.
“I’m not sure if I ever stopped caring.”
I was on the verge of tears. I moved closer to Sean and kissed him. He held me tight, pressing his lips to mine. So much passion was contained in that kiss. It was years of pent-up emotions finally being allowed to flow.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” I mumbled.
“Yes,” Sean nodded.
We held hands as we left the wedding. The park was close enough to my house that I had walked. We walked hand in hand, enjoying the gentle breeze. We arrived at my place, and Sean gently pressed into my back as I unlocked the door. My heart raced, anticipating what was about to happen.
We both got inside, Sean closing the door behind us.
“Should we head upstairs?” Sean asked.
I nodded and led him to my bedroom, where I stood by the foot of my bed while Sean leaned against the door. There was still a little awkwardness between us.
“Is there anything we shouldn’t do?”
I furrowed my brow, confused.
“What do you mean?”
Sean walked over and gently placed his hand on my belly. “With the baby? Should I…” he trailed off, looking sheepish.
“I don’t know. I never asked my doctor since I wasn’t planning on… doing anything. I think we’ll be fine in general. I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” he breathed, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Turn around.” He kept his voice low, and the gravelly tone of it sent shivers through my entire body. I did what I was told and felt Sean’s hands on my back. Slowly, he unzipped my dress, pushing the sleeves off my shoulders. He continued sliding my dress off my body until it hit the floor.
“Get on the bed, Chloe.”
I took a deep breath and crawled onto my bed. I sat down facing Sean. I could see the intense lust in his eyes, and I wanted him to claim my body and soul. It was only our second time together, but it felt significant, especially since I was carrying his child.
I watched as he took off his clothes, starting with his jacket and then his shirt. I looked at his defined torso, ready to run my hands all over him. He soon joined me on the bed, his hands resting on either side of my body. Sean brought his face close to mine without quite touching it. His eyes gazed at my lips, and I trembled with anticipation.
“You make me….” Sean took a deep breath in. Then, instead of finishing his thought, he pressed his lips against mine. I moaned against his mouth.
Sean guided my body down onto the bed. He held his body over mine, careful not to put too much pressure on my belly.
His lips left mine and moved over to my cheeks before going to my neck. I threaded my fingers into my hair as his tongue flicked over my skin.
“I want to make you cum,” he whispered.
“Mmhm.” I also very much wanted that.
My love began kissing down my body. His gentle touch felt like the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. He wasn’t doing much, but it was enough. I gathered the sheets in my hand, balling up my fists.
Sean reached for my underwear and peeled them off my body. He tossed them to the side before positioning his hips between my legs. He pushed my knees further apart. I watched his head descend towards my pussy, and soon after, I felt his tongue teasing my folds.
He started off slow, barely touching me. Quivers crawled up my body, pleasure creeping at the edges. Sean soon picked up the pace, pushing his tongue inside of me. He moved his lips to my clit and stuck his fingers into my core, running his fingertips against my walls. He sucked on my clit while stimulating me with his touch.
“Fuck, Sean!”
I arched my back, the sensations crashing over me like waves on the shore. My body contorted with pleasure as he worked to coax an orgasm out of me. His tongue flicked over my clit a few more times, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I came with a rush, my muscles tightening.
Sean kept playing with my clit until I was spent. Finally, my body came back down onto the covers, sweat dotting my skin.
He brought his frame back over me, placing the knuckle of his finger against my chin and turned my face so I was looking at him.
“You are exquisite.”
I smiled, warmed by his admiration of me. It felt good to be desired and held by him.
“I want you inside of me,” I whispered.