Getting Her Back
“You’ve said that for a week now,” Christian says, gently guiding me back onto the bed, climbing over me. “And it’s as bullshit now as the first time you said it.”
“Christian,” I say.
“Audrey,” his eyes are level with mine, and I can tell he’s absolutely serious. “You are beautiful. You are carrying our child. Don’t let the thoughts you’re having make you think that I find you any less attractive. I can’t even look at you without getting hard,” he says, “and I miss you.” His lips are on my collarbone, and I close my eyes.
We haven’t had sex in a week, maybe more, because I started feeling weird and unsexy. How could Christian possibly want to be with me like this? But the way he’s cradling my body right now, I can feel his cock pressed up against me, and he’s not lying. He’s hard, and I…I want that. “Okay.”
He groans against my skin. “Just relax, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” Sliding back down my body, he parts my legs, and I moan because his tongue is already there, licking me through my panties and making me go liquid with need. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this. It didn’t seem like at all, and now my whole body is on fire.
Christian strips off my underwear, plunging his tongue deep inside my pussy, and fuck that feels amazing. I can’t reach his head around my belly, but if I could I would grab his hair and pull him closer, deeper. My hands grip the blanket, squeezing until my knuckles go white.
Being pregnant has changed sex a bit. My orgasms are always close to the surface, my whole body primed and ready to go. And as Christian drags his tongue up and over my clit, I come, lighting spiraling through me fast and out. Like a bucket of pleasure dumped over my body.
“Hmm,” Christian says, licking his lips. “Maybe you needed this after all.”
“Shut up,” I say, but I’m smiling.
Christian stands, and efficiently strips. I don’t know that I’ll ever get tired of that sight. It’s delicious. Toned skin, perfect abs, and a hard cock that are all mine. He lies behind me, and pulls me against him so I can feel his heat. His arms surround me, cradling my breasts and belly. “You know what I like best about this?” he asks, fitting his cock against me.
“The fucking?” I ask, breathless as he eases into me, and God, I hate how right he is. I needed this more than I thought.
He laughs, low and sensual. “Of course, but in this position I can feel you. I can feel you breathe. Every movement you make is pressed up against me and I like that.”
He can’t see that I’m blushing, and I can’t respond because he’s moving inside me, slow and steady, but gaining speed. I don’t have the breath or the words to tell him, but I love this position too. It’s comforting that he can hold me, and God he can get so deep. Being pregnant makes him feel bigger too. Everything is compressed to make room for the baby and he fills me up that much more. And with my orgasm so close, I’m already panting. “Christian.” I say.
He makes a rough sound in my ear, filled with lust, and thrusts faster. I let my head fall back against him, feeling the friction in every stroke. The next orgasm that hits me is overwhelming. I cry out, my voice echoing off the walls of the room, and with a final few thrusts he comes too. It’s been so long, I’m surprised that both of us lasted as long as we did.
Christian presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too.”
We stay where we are, wrapped up in each other for a while, him still inside me. Finally, he stirs. “I should let you go to work,” he says, and I feel him getting ready to pull away.
“Wait,” I grab his hands, keeping them around me. “Not yet. I just want you to hold me. Just for now.”
He laughs softly. “I can do that.”
Epilogue
One year Later
I put Clara down on the play mat for a chance to rest my arms and sit, but as soon as she’s down, she’s off, crawling across the floor and out the door into the hallway. I sigh and smile. This little one is going to be the death of me, and I love every second.
Baby came right on time, within a couple days of her due date, and the past eight months have been a whirlwind of learning to parent, struggling with the transition, missing the feeling of being pregnant, and absolutely loving my little girl.
I hear her coo from around the corner and get up to follow her. She’s been on a massive exploration kick, always crawling and touching and feeling whenever she can. I love watching her discover the world because everything is brand new. Every experience lights up her eyes, and I can’t wait to watch what she’ll grow up to be with that kind of wonder.