Chapter 11

Julia

I couldn’t help myself. Having Mike right there all night long was torture. I might be pregnant with his baby but if I hadn’t been doing all of this the two of us could have given a fun relationship a try. Hell, I wasn’t sure at all what I was doing at the moment. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss Mike, so I was kissing Mike!

“Julia, we should probably talk about this,” Mike said as he pulled his lips away from me but moved his body right in front of me.

“Did you want to talk about it?” I teased him and pulled him close.

“We should.”

“It doesn’t have to be serious. We are already friends. I might be carrying your baby already. We can just relax and have fun. How about it?”

“Like a friends with benefits thing?”

“I’m sure they never work out like people think, but we will be different. If either one of us meets someone else, then we will just stop this whole thing and move on. No hard feelings. It’s just fun.”

“So we are going to do this more than once?” Mike asked with a little smirk on his face.

“Probably,” I said and wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in closer to me. “Deal?”

“Um, yeah we can see how it goes.”

That was all I needed to hear and I quickly pulled him back in close to me. This time I didn’t kiss him though. Instead, I just let us stay right there in the close proximity of each other and I waited for him to make the move.

Sure enough he leaned in closer and gently put his lips on mine. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. No worries about a relationship, no worries about getting pregnant. None of that. Well, assuming I was already pregnant, then I wouldn’t have to worry.

“Do we need a condom?” I asked curiously.

“I guess not. But I’m fine with wearing one if you want me to.”

“Yeah, why don’t you wear one,” I said just to ease my mind.

I’d just spent thousands of dollars for a doctor to squirt Mike’s sperm into me. I didn’t want to feel like that was all a waste of money. Plus, there was just something about wearing a condom that allowed me a little bit of distance emotionally. I thought it would be good to have a little emotional distance since this relationship was going someplace I wasn’t at all ready for.

“Cool,” Mike replied and lifted me up and started carrying me into the bedroom.

I laughed at his enthusiasm. He didn’t seem to care one way or the other about the condom. He just wanted to know the answer so we could move onto the next step of fun. It was fun too. The last time we were together it was hot and heavy. The romance seemed in high force that evening, but this time we were so much more comfortable with each other that we were actually giggling as we took each other’s clothes off.

“Get your butt on that bed,” I said playfully and pushed Mike back onto the bed.

“Yes, mistress,” he teasingly replied.

“Mmm, I kind of like that. Maybe I’ll be in charge tonight. I don’t usually get to be the one in charge,” I said as I grabbed the condom.

“Yes,” he said roughly as his throbbing cock moved with excitement.

“Oh, do you like that? Do you like me being in charge?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said again.

“Mmmm maybe if I’m in charge tonight I should take my time with you. Tease you. Play with you.” I knelt down next to Mike and let my hand slowly drape up and down his leg. I moved it near his cock and then away again. One time I let my fingers circle the tip of him before I let go and moved to his other leg.

His body was pulsing so hard that he started to drip with excitement. I couldn’t help but lick it up. My tongue moved slowly around the tip of him and took in the salty taste of his precum. Soon I had my lips wrapped tight around him though and slid down to the base of him before sliding back up.

Slowly, I moved ever so slowly as I tasted him. Even though his hips thrust slightly against my mouth, Mike stayed fairly still and took in the power I had with my mouth around him. The faster I moved the more Mike appeared to settle back down. He liked the faster motion but I knew that the slower movements would torture him. I wanted to torture him. Not in a bad way, of course. I just wanted to sexually torture him and bring his orgasm to such a peak that he wouldn’t forget it ever.

I continued to suck slowly. So slow that at some point even I really wanted to speed things up. He was groaning and moaning like a crazy man. Then it happened, the word I’d been waiting to hear.

“Please,” he moaned out. “Please.”

“Oh, do you want me to get on top of you?”

“Yes, do it. Get on.”

“Mmmm, maybe in a minute,” I teased mischievously as I looked up at him.

I was having so much fun playing with him! It was fun to be in charge like that. Fun to get to do what I wanted and take my time with him. I could see what the fascination was with being a dominatrix. It was exhilarating knowing that someone was at your will and you were the one bringing them pleasure.

After another couple of minutes torturing Mike, I finally decided that it was torture for me to wait any longer. I ripped the condom open and started to climb on top of him when Mike grabbed me and gently flipped me over on the bed.

“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy,” he said with determination in his eyes.

“I thought I was in charge tonight,” I smiled.

“I lied. Now I’m going to pay you back for that little bought of torture.”

I just laughed at his plan. It wasn’t really the same level of torture if he was going to lick me like I was licking him. I’d enjoy every second of it, no torture at all.

But then he started to tease me. He spread my legs wide and looked down at my wet body. His hands held onto my ankles and very slowly moved up my thighs, all while staring right at me.

“Mike,” I laughed uncomfortably as he looked at me.

“You’re so wet.”

“Because you make me excited. Put that condom on and come here,” I urged.

“Just a second.”

He leaned down and let his tongue gently lick some of my wetness. It was true, I was excited by him and our evening so far. I was probably dripping wet at that point, there was no denying it.

His tongue moved softly from the bottom of me up to the tip of my clit. He took his time with each stroke but spent a little extra time around my clit. Each one of his licks were hard and slow, which really built up my arousal in that moment.

As he finished licking me Mike knelt there between my legs. I was ready for him. I was drenched with excitement and absolutely ready for him to be inside me. But then I saw the childlike face of a troublemaker looking down at me.

Mike smiled and put his hands on my inner thighs to open me up as much as possible. Then he looked at me again. His eyes navigating every curve of my body. Taking time to look at each of my nipples, down at my stomach and then harvesting the curve of my wetness.

He wasn’t just purposely taking his time, Mike looked like he was loving every minute of looked at me. The first time we were together I was very self conscious of the way he looked at me. But now I saw it. I saw the lust in his eyes, the desire he had, there wasn’t a shred of judgment in the way he was looking at me. He did want every inch of me, I could see it in his eyes.

“Okay, Mike, that’s enough torture,” I said softly. “I want you inside me.”

“Mmmm,” he growled. “You look so hot. I’m going to remember every curve of your body.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

Then I thought for sure he was about to slide the condom on and continue our night, but he had other plans. Mike laid on his stomach between my legs. He kept me pressed wide enough that I couldn’t move against him as he devoured me.

He even grunted and growled a little as he was licking and eating me. I pulsed against him hard but the position he had me in made it nearly impossible to buck against his tongue like my body wanted to.

The slow pressure of before was gone and this time Mike was eating me as if I was the last meal of his life. He licked and even nibbled my body, taking in my juice like it was going to keep him alive. He spent just enough time on my clit to get me more excited, but then let his tongue go back to exploring other parts of my wetness. Soon I felt it, the torture of wanting to cum, the amazing feeling of being so close to orgasming and yet so far away.

“I need you inside me,” I groaned and grabbed at Mike’s hair.

He wanted to be inside me. He needed it just as badly as I did, but Mike had the self control to continue torturing and playing with me. He wrapped his mouth around my clit and pulled it softly into him. The gentle pressure was delightful and I pressed against him for more.

“I’ll get on top now,” I tried to order him. But Mike was no longer interested in having me be in charge. He had taken control of our little rendezvous.

The slow sucking of my clit had me engorged with excitement. I could feel a deep pulsing in my body like I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I needed to release. The full level of my excitement was almost too much for me as I held my breath and pushed against him hoping for more and more from his tongue.

Then it happened. My body didn’t need to wait anymore. I felt the tingling building up and the blood rushing to my center as I started to cum. It was a different level of orgasm than I was used to though. It was slow, deep and unsteady as it built up longer and longer. My legs were shaking, my hands gripped tightly on the sheets. Finally I was going to get the sweet release my body needed. I couldn’t wait to feel that release. Every inch of my body was ready to explode.

Then he released me. Mike let go of my body with his mouth and his hands. He knelt in between my legs, not touching me at all. Just watching me as I looked up at him in terror. He’d stopped! No, no, no, he couldn’t stop. I was so close. I was nearly going to explode and he just stopped. What sort of torture was this man putting me through?

Mike smiled down at me, knowing exactly what he had just done. He relished in this high level of torture that he put me through. He was loving every second of my shock. At one point I was pretty sure he even laughed at me as I looked up at him.

“What?” he asked playfully.

“You put that condom on and get inside me right now,” I said forcefully.

“Oh, so you’re saying that I’m good at sexual torture? Tell me I’m good,” Mike said and held the condom in his hand.

“You are good. Now get moving.”

He started to open the condom wrapper and then pretended like he couldn’t get it open. He hilariously dropped it and then picked it back up. Fumbling with the thing like he was a teenager who hadn’t opened one before.

“Oh, man, these things are so hard to open,” he said dramatically.

“You are so dead,” I laughed.

“I don’t know. It’s just so hard to figure out,” he continued his joke.

Then I did something that I didn’t even know I knew how to do. I slid down closer to Mike and wrapped me legs around him. I pushed him to the side and before I knew it, I was on top of him again. I was positive he was going along with my move, because any sort of resistance and it wouldn’t have worked at all. But there I was, back in control of the situation, but this time I wasn’t interested in wasting any time.

I grabbed the condom from Mike and ripped it open with my teeth. I rolled it onto him as I hovered above waiting to slide down. It was more like one motion than two and I thrust my body hard onto his erect cock.

“Wow,” I said as I took him in so deep that I had to adjust for a moment. “Wait, is this okay for the baby?”

“The chemicals released during sex actually help relax you which is very good for the baby,” Mike said in an official sounding voice.

I wasn’t really sure if he was telling the truth or not about the chemicals and relaxation. But I knew he wouldn’t be having sex with me if it would endanger my pregnancy. So I did relax and take him into me as I started rocking softly on top of him.

Even though I’d been so close to orgasm only a few moments before, I wasn’t close at all as I started thrusting on top of Mike. The change in sensation at put me back a few steps, but not all the way to the beginning.

His hands held onto my hips as I rocked on top of him. Moving slowly but forcefully I was in control, although I was pretty sure that Mike would have taken over at any moment if I’d stopped moving or tried to tease him again.

We moved together so softly and perfectly, it was as if we’d made love thousands of times before. The pressure of a relationship was gone and I was able to relax and just have fun with our time. I’d never felt so relaxed with a man before. It was rather sad that I’d made it to twenty-five years old and hadn’t felt this level of comfort with a man before. Apparently, it just took a guy agreeing to donate his sperm to me, then I finally trusted and was able to relax around him.

I also liked that we weren’t worrying about a relationship. We were friends. We’d already decided that I was going to have the baby and I was going to be in charge. There was no co-parenting or anything like that. He donated his sperm so I could make my own dream of motherhood come true. Our friendship was just a bonus with the whole situation and this new plan of a friendship with sexual benefits was the absolute icing on the cake.

I watched Mike, as he watched me on top of him. He continued to delight in looking at me as I moved. It was such a turn on to see that desire in his face. The genuine longing to know my body warmed me and gave me the courage to stay on top of him, exposed to his view.

My hands rested on Mikes chest as I found the perfect position on top of him. My hips moved in a short thrusting motion and I rubbed my clit softly against him with each movement. Slowly, but surely, I felt the buildup of excitement becoming unbearable.

My thrusts slowed as I tried to hold back my orgasm a little. I hated losing control. I hated not feeling like I was in full control of my body. But Mike saw what I was doing. He saw how close I was to losing my control and he held my hips firmly and helped me continue on top of him.

His added control guided me to continue moving and soon I was thrusting hard on top of him. I had lost my control. Harder and harder I moved. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the delicious sense of pleasure that was going on.

“Yes,” I muttered as I continued to move. “Yes.”

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike groaned as I felt his thrusts coming harder too.

I’d never been a fan of dirty talk in the bedroom before but Mike’s words drove me to cum. His permission wasn’t needed, but it was welcomed as I finally let my body release with such an intense orgasm that my fingers latched onto Mike’s chest hard.

He didn’t yell out from the pain though. Mike thrust deep inside of me and then released his own explosiveness. I was shaking from my release and fell on top of Mike’s chest in exhaustion. I literally couldn’t move of my own free will at that moment, although my body was still shaking from the pleasure quake that had just happened.

His fingers glided up and down my back softly and then wrapped around me in a bear hug to hold me. The intimacy was welcomed. I relaxed almost instantly and felt myself drifting off to sleep there in his arms with his body still inside of mine.

I fell asleep. Right there on Mike’s chest as I straddled his still throbbing body, I fell asleep. There was such a sense of perfection with my life at that moment. Everything was exactly as I had hoped, even better than I could have imagined. Life was so good that I finally slept deeply for the first time since my insemination.