Until Cobi (Until Him 3)

“Hopefully it tastes good.” I fight back a moan as his hand comes up to close around my sensitive breast and his lips skim the shell of my ear. “I need to get it in the oven,” I pant, but still press my ass into his length as he grinds against me.

He takes the pan off the counter and opens the oven, tossing it inside before slamming the door closed. “Done,” he states, and I laugh as he turns me toward him and lifts me up, planting me on the counter. He shoves my legs apart, placing his hips between mine, then wraps his hand in my hair at the back of my skull and tips my head back until our eyes lock. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” My words end against his lips as he kisses me. I slide my hands up and under his shirt, feeling his warm skin over tight muscles. I keep pushing his shirt up until he pulls away and rips it off over his head. By the time he strips me of mine and removes my bra, I’m past the point of being turned on. I fumble with his belt as his hands go to my waist, and he grabs my leggings, ripping them down my hips and tossing them and my panties to the floor. I almost cry in relief when he pushes my hands away, unhooks his belt, and pulls his cock free.

“Ass to the edge, and spread wide, baby.” He wraps one hand around my hip, the other around his length, stroking as I get closer to the edge. When I’m where he wants me, I wrap my hands around his biceps and his eyes drop between my legs. He watches as he slides the tip over my clit and back down, again and again, the sensation feeling like torture.

“Cobi.” His head lifts and our eyes lock. “Please.” My breath leaves on a whoosh. My hands move from his biceps and slide back to the counter behind me to hold me up as he finally gives me what I want, filling me in one long stroke.

“This what you want?” I nod, unable to speak as he slowly pulls out then slams back in. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, keeping him close as my head falls back to my shoulders. “Swear, your pussy is so hot it’s gonna burn me alive one of these days,” he growls, moving his hand from my hip and sliding his thumb over my clit, making me jump from the added stimulation.

Since becoming pregnant, it doesn’t take much for me to orgasm. It’s like all of my nerve endings are closer to the surface and one touch can send me over the edge.

“Too much.” I lock my eyes with his. “It’s too much.” My core tightens almost painfully around his length, but he doesn’t ease up; he keeps rolling my clit while hitting my G-spot with each deep stroke. “Oh!” My arms fall away and my back lands against the counter as I come.

I feel his hands wrap around my inner thighs, keeping me open, using them to pull me into his thrust. My body trembles, and his strokes turn uneven before he plants himself deep, holding his hips flush against mine as he comes. When he drops his forehead to my chest, I slide my fingers into his hair and smile when he kisses between my breasts.

“Swear, since you got pregnant, your pussy is hotter, wetter, and tighter.” I tip my eyes down to look at the top of his head. “I have to fight myself from shooting off in you the moment I slide inside, and you just about kill me every time you orgasm and clamp down around me like a vise. I might just keep you knocked up forever,” he says, and I use my hands still in his hair to force him to look at me.

“Are you saying it wasn’t good before I was pregnant?”

“It’s always good between us, baby, but if you felt what I do, you’d understand what I’m saying.” He kisses my chest. “Sadly, you can’t feel it, but trust me, it’s really fucking good and seriously fucking hot.”

“Whatever.”

I know my cheeks are pink when his eyes wander over my face and he shakes his head. “It’s different for you now too. You’re about ready to come the moment you get my cock.”

“Maybe you should stop talking now,” I suggest, and he pulls me up in front of him. The sudden movement with him still inside me has my walls clenching down around him tightly and my hands flying to his chest to steady myself as shockwaves roll through my system.

“You were saying?” He smirks.

“Don’t be annoying when I just had an orgasm,” I snap, and he laughs, slowly pulling his hips from mine. I mewl at the loss of him and then wrap my legs and arms around him as he picks me up.