Dylan grabbed all my stuff from my apartment right after we left the pancake house and moved me and Birdie in immediately. She was happy as punch to be back at his loft, taking a place in his lap. He makes things easier for me and I do love him, whether he wants me to or not. I can’t help it. I fell for the Neanderthal. I’m just hoping with time he’ll love me too. Honestly, I think he already does. He just hasn’t admitted it to himself yet. He builds up walls and that’s why it’s so difficult for him to express things, but I’m going to make it my mission to get this man to open up to me.

Right now, I have a different problem. It’s been a week since I moved back in and we haven’t had sex. What’s up with that? He hasn’t even hinted he wants anything physical. We cuddle on the couch and sleep in his bed every night, but he never makes a move. I’ve tried to get him worked up but he usually just turns me around and wraps his arms around me while he cradles my belly. It melts my heart and I don’t want to move when he does that. It doesn’t help that I’m crazy horny. It’s no joke. I’m really suffering here. Something has to give.

“God, I love this movie.” Dabbing my eyes with a tissue, I watch the train scene in Mrs. Winterbourne. Birdie is asleep in the other room, probably on Dylan’s side of the bed. This feels like home. This man will sit next to me on the couch and watch a bona fide chick flick with me, but he won’t admit yet that he loves me. I can live with that for now, as long as he keeps showing me every day. The words will come. Just thinking about him watching this with me makes me horny. His sweetness makes me horny. I rub his leg as he looks down at his phone. He’s been begging me to come back and work for him, but I need my independence. I need to know that I can take care of this baby myself. I don’t want to completely depend on a man to take care of me.

I begin to rub higher on his leg. He hasn’t noticed yet and I want it that way. I want him horny just like I am, a slow and steady climb until he bursts with want for me and then it’ll be on like Donkey Kong. I creep up his leg until I brush his manhood and I sigh. Hello, old friend. I’ve missed you so much. Dylan is still looking at his phone. I don’t think he notices that his hips are moving slightly against my hand. I knew it! He’s freaking horny too.

Before I know it, I’ve mounted Dylan and am rubbing on him like a two-dollar whore. His hands go up like he’s under arrest and I’m grabbing his face to make out like our lives depend on this contact. He’s obviously taken by surprise and I take advantage of that and shove my tongue in his mouth. Dylan moans . . . or grunts in alert, I can’t tell which. I don’t stop. His hard-on is hitting just the right spot and I’m a few seconds away from an orgasm, just from grinding. That in a nutshell says how freaking horny this pregnant woman is.

“Whoa, whoa, Andy. What are you doing?” Dylan slows my hips and my rising orgasm has diminished into the abyss. I look devastatingly at Dylan and just begin to cry. I needed that orgasm like my next breath. There’s so much pent up lust, I’m about to burst. I was just denied release and now I’m a crying mess on this monster’s lap.

“I need an orgasm so bad!” I wail. Dylan grips my chin and raises my head up to meet his gorgeous eyes. He looks startled and confused.

“What’s going on, Andy? Talk to me.” As if he didn’t know!

“What’s wrong? I’m horny as fuck and I need your dick to remedy the situation. I need it so bad.” My voice cracks on the last word and I’m beyond mortified I’m practically begging him for his Johnson. The man has the guile to laugh at me. Seriously? I begin to push off him but, he grabs my forearms and keeps me in his lap.

“I don’t mean to laugh. It’s different to hear you wanting me so bad. Usually it’s the other way around.” He rubs my upper arms in a calming gesture.

“Why don’t you want me?” I sniffle.

“Oh, baby. I want you so bad. I know it sounds stupid, but you have this little baby growing inside you. You’re like this angel carrying my baby and I need to be delicate with you. You know how I am during sex. I’m not delicate. I’m really rough. I don’t want to hurt you or the baby. You just make me so crazy sometimes when we’re in the heat of the moment.” He sighs and leans his forehead against mine. “Never doubt that I want you that way. I’ll always want you that way.”

I cradle his face and take in his sweet words. I completely understand where he’s coming from. He is rough with me during sex and I love it. He would never hurt me or the baby. I’m just going to have to take matters in my own hands. “Do you trust me?” Dylan looks at me and nods. “Okay, take off your pants and I’ll be right back.”

“Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I move off him. I’m not deterred. This is happening. He goes ahead and begins to unbutton his pants anyway. Good man. I come back from our bedroom and hide the item behind my back.

“Okay, now give me your hands.” He holds out his hands like we’re going to pray or something. He’ll be praying for a reprieve that’s for sure. I’m going to be riding this man till the sun comes up and it’s time for me to go to work. I giggle to myself. This is going to be good. He’ll be begging for mercy soon enough. I’m going to ring him of every bit of sperm in his body.

I quickly move the pink furry cuffs from around my back and click them together on his hands before he can realize what’s going on. “Ugh, Andy. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to ride you into next Tuesday and there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are literally tied.” I evil laugh and I think it scares Dylan. This is going to be fun. I pull off my panties and don’t even bother to take off his shirt that I’m wearing. “Ready or not, here I come.” I laugh.

Dylan seems pretty turned on and amped up for me to take over and give us what we both need. I pull out his cock from his boxers and he’s ready to go. He’s so hard and there’s already precum dripping from his shaft. He needs this too. His dick seems mad that he’s been denying his need. I’ll make everything feel better.

I grab the middle of the cuffs and pin them behind his head against the seat cushion of the couch. “Damn, baby. This is so hot. Ride my dick.” I sit in his lap, rubbing my wetness all over his aching cock. I was so close a few minutes ago, I bet I can come just from this friction. I bend down to kiss Dylan’s lips. They’re so soft, but our kiss is rough. Sliding back and forth on his cock feels incredible. My clit is getting the attention it needs.

“Dylan,” I sigh. “I love your hard cock.”

He groans loudly. There’s tension in his arms and I realize his hands are in fists. Teasing him like this makes him even more aroused.

“Fuck, princess. I love it when you talk about my dick. You’re so wet.” His hips bump up to meet my grind. My head falls back as I concentrate on this connection. My aching pussy is about to erupt into a volcanic orgasm.

“I’m gonna come.” I grip his arms that lie beside his head. My breathing hitches and then I scream. I might’ve blacked out. The next thing I know, I’m lying on Dylan’s chest panting.

“Damn. That was so hot.”

It’s not over yet. Moving my hair away from my sticky face, I give Dylan a satisfied smile. Bending down, I give him a sweet kiss.

Then, I’m on my knees lining myself over him. Slowly, I slide down his hardness just to torture us both. It’s the most delicious feeling. “Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” Oh, I like it when he calls me angel. It makes me feel precious. I grind against his pelvis and feel that sweet friction. I moan while Dylan grunts over my movements.

“Oh.” It feels amazing. Slowly, I rise up and down tormenting us both with the slow rhythm. I revel in the feeling of us together again. The sensation is overwhelming. I want to be with this man. I really need him in my life. This man can completely destroy me and he has, but I keep coming back. There’s nothing that can make me stay away. He’s become so much to me. The man I once couldn’t stand to be around has become my everything, the love of my life. I grip on to his shoulders tight as I ride him. My rhythm falters as I begin to feel the start of my orgasm take hold of me. Dylan can’t help himself, he begins to pump his hips harder into me. I moan and grit my teeth as Dylan lets out a loud roar. We come at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes. I kiss him fiercely. I love you, I don’t say.

Birdie runs in checking on us. We’re making a lot of noise. I love it. We needed this connection. Birdie sniffs around at our feet and loses interest. She trots on over to her piggy bed near the kitchen and lies down. Dylan is still inside me and not soft at all. I begin to grind against him again. He moans. Yes, we’re both ready for round two. If there’s anything I’m sure of it’s Dylan’s stamina. He can go hours. I’m betting on that tonight. I’m just getting started. The cuffs will be staying on for a while.

I know Dylan won’t hurt me during sex. Truth is, he never has. Everything he’s ever done in bed has been perfect and exactly what my body craves. I’ll let him think he can’t handle himself a little while longer while I have him cuffed. This whole scenario just makes this mating even more erotic. I can’t wait to move this to the bedroom. I have a few ideas to make this even more fun, but at the moment I just need another orgasm and can’t be bothered to change scenery.

The second time we make love that night is slow and sensual. We look into each other’s eyes and it really does feel like love. He cradles my head and whispers dirty words in my ear. I grip on to him so hard. I never want to let go. We finally move into the bedroom and the cuffs come off and he holds me, cradling my small belly like we’re the most precious things in the world.