Rachel
She lay against him under the blanket, her head resting on his chest.
Beneath it she could hear the strong double thump of his heartbeat, the regular rhythm of it threatening to lull her to sleep if she wasn’t so on edge about everything. Though they’d had a date already and spent the better part of an entire afternoon and evening together, this was still the first time they’d been in close contact for a prolonged amount of time. This was that first cuddle, the first time they entered each other’s personal space and stayed there.
Rachel had forgotten how exciting it was, the nervousness of the first kiss, the feelings, thoughts, and desires that came howling at one another as they shared that intimate moment, and then another, and another. She’d felt herself grow more aroused each time they kissed, and she’d been happy when they’d parted for a moment to move to the couch. She’d wanted to jump him right then and there.
Although the idea of having sex with Hector had crossed her mind several times, in serious thought and at other moments, this was the first time she’d thought about it where the possibility was actually a very strong reality. It was almost midnight, and he had just arrived. Hector was going to be here well into the night, and now they were watching a movie. She could feel him, the slight hardness between his legs as she leaned into him, but he hadn’t been trying anything. So far he seemed content to stroke her hair, which was perfectly okay with Rachel. She loved having her hair touched and played with. With it as short as it was, he had no problems running his fingers through it repeatedly, much to her delight.
“That feels wonderful,” she said out loud as the opening scene of the movie finished and the title scrolled across the screen. To her surprise, she couldn’t even remember having picked it.
Her mind was too preoccupied with what was happening on the couch. She was curled up with Hector, half on her side so that she could pretend to watch the television. It was a charade though, her attention fully focused on the abnormally warm shifter she was cuddled with.
“Good,” he said firmly as she peeled the blanket off, letting some of the near instant heat dissipate. Apparently with him she wouldn’t need such trappings. His body heat seemed to reach out and envelop her, caressing her entire body instead of warming her from behind like most men.
But then, Hector wasn’t like most men, was he? He was a shifter. Taller, stronger, faster, and surely good at many other things as well. Why shouldn’t he be able to keep her warm without a blanket?
Rachel tilted her head back so that she could look at him, making contact with his eyes, taking in the earthen tones to them and then past that, to the experiences his eyes had seen. There was so much written in there, so much she wanted to learn, to ask him about, to know about his past. But she didn’t, holding her tongue. It was better if it came out naturally, instead of her grilling him about every detail she could see carried within.
He licked his lips, and suddenly she was sitting up in his lap, moving closer to him as they began to kiss once more. Behind her sounds came from her television, but she no longer had any interest in them. Beneath her she felt Hector begin to stir, and once again she accepted the idea that sex with him was a distinct possibility that night. Rachel hadn’t wanted to throw herself at him the second she opened the door—
Okay, she had wanted to do that, but part of her wanted to act more restrained, to invite him in, ensure she was comfortable with him first before they got to any of the good stuff. It had taken a fraction of the amount of time that she’d thought it would, but if Rachel tried to say that she wasn’t comfortable with him now, she would be lying.
He parted her lips with his tongue.
She would also be lying if she said she wasn’t incredibly turned on either. His hand came up to cup her breast and she moaned softly as he gently played with them while they kissed. Eventually she completed her half-turn so that she was now straddling him, looking down at the powerful shifter and enjoying the access she had to him.
“I didn’t think I’d be doing this tonight,” she half-gasped into his ear as she settled back onto his hips, feeling the bulge between her legs that had to be his cock. It was already hard, a solid length that she could rub herself over, feeling him through the thin loose spandex shorts she wore.
Still neither of them spoke, having next to no need for words. All they needed were sounds, and the looks of raging desire that they were giving each other every time they parted from kissing momentarily to draw in air. The draw to him was so powerful it was practically palpable. Her body reacted, grinding her hips back and forth onto him while his hands lifted her shirt clear.
Before he’d arrived Rachel had wondered how he would react to her swollen belly if they did have sex. Would he ignore it? The idea that maybe he’d be repulsed by it had refused to go away, even when she’d argued that if it did bother him he’d be highly unlikely to take her shirt off. But as he did his hands transferred their warmth to her, sliding across the swell of her unborn child in a sensual motion that drew a moan of arousal from her. It was tough to explain, but his acceptance of her as she was evoked a reaction deep within her, an approval of him that she’d never known she needed.
Now she had it, and her body responded appropriately. The tips of her breasts hardened before he’d even freed them from her bra, straining out toward him, seeking his attention. He gently played with them, licking them gently, but not too much. One hand reached around and began to caress her ass, and she threw her head back to moan in delight at his touch. His fingers were so delightfully strong, they dug deep into her muscles, arousing her even further.
At some point Hector lost his shirt and she got his pants undone, but it was all starting to blur together. She remembered them switching positions as they lost the rest of their clothing, but that was about it. Only when she lay on her back and he slipped between her legs did things come snapping back into focus as his tongue flicked out to play with her, alternating between that and long, slow movements.
She gasped and moaned, the pleasure combined with the heat of his body turning her arousal up a level. Rachel wanted him. Now. No more waiting, no more games and activities.
“Fuck me,” she half-begged, driven wild as he slipped a finger inside of her as well, curling it up until he began to rub it while using his tongue on her. “Oh fuck, okay, don’t stop,” she cried out as her stomach flexed. The continued torment of his tongue forced her toes downward and she began to shake. Hector never let up, his eyes looking up at her, full of arousal, lust, desire, and something…else, something more. Rachel never could place what it was, because the look combined with everything else he was doing to her sent her over the edge. She cried out his name, the noise filling the air as she exploded under his tongue, the climax shuddering through her system like a jackhammer.
Hector wasted no time. She had only just pushed gently on his head to let him know he was good to stop when he got into a crouch and pressed the tip of his hard cock against her glistening opening, rubbing it against her gently several times to get it wet before pushing inside of her. Rachel gasped again as she stretched to accommodate him. He was big, but it had also been a very long time since she’d been with another man. Nearly seven months in fact. The two combined to make it a heightened experience for her. She came not once, but twice simply from the feeling of his cock as it inched deeper and deeper into her.
“Are you okay?” he asked at one point as she whimpered in pain.
“Oh hell yes,” she gasped back. “It’s a good hurt.” A moan filled the air. “A very good pain. Kind of like being spanked,” she said with a wink, letting him know that he was okay to partake in such activities if the opportunity arose.
“Duly noted,” he grinned, and then pushed the rest of himself forward.
Rachel half-moaned, half-groaned, but she didn’t stop him, reveling in the ecstasy brought forth from having him inside her.
And then there was nothing but her, Hector, and their bodies, pressing against each other as they connected on the deepest level, exploring each other’s bodies and minds as their hips bumped, bodies contorted, and sounds of passion filled the room.
Hector was a gentle lover, very at odds with his physical stature. He caressed and touched her, seemingly needing to feel skin under his fingertips everywhere he touched her. It was an interesting sensation for Rachel, who had never before been with someone so intimate about simply touching her, of enjoying her body aside from the sexual pleasure it brought both of them. She shuddered every time he touched her, and for a long time was simply in heaven.
Eventually though, another need overtook her. Something deeper, more hungry. More primitive and raw. It welled up deep inside of her and began to venture forth. Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but Hector’s eyes blazed in understanding. He lifted her to her feet and turned her around. Rachel’s cries of delight as he bent her over only seemed to spur him on. When he took her hips and pulled her back onto him, she could have sworn he was even harder than before.
Hector took her from behind, rougher than before, but still finding that gentle balance between what they both wanted and what she could take in her current condition. It felt good though, to be had that way. There was something about the position that called to a deeply atavistic part of her, satisfying a need she’d never known so strongly before.
His hand came down on her cheek, leaving a stinging mark on her ass where he’d made contact, and Rachel cried out in mixed pain and delight.
“Again,” she growled.
Hector obliged, this time on the other side, and she bit her lower lip as his eyes went wide with frenzied lust.
Rachel had no idea how long they went on for, but it seemed like both ages and seconds before Hector tensed, nearing his own climax. She wanted to give him pleasure, to provide for him what he’d done for her. She was worn out and exhausted, having been practically assaulted with several more explosive climaxes, brought on by his cock and his fingers reaching between her legs. Now it was her turn. She wanted to give him whatever he needed.
“Wherever you want,” she said, looking back at him and answering the question on his lips. “Whatever you want to do, do it. I’m yours,” she gasped.
It was true. Just like he was hers, she was his, and she didn’t hesitate to let him take advantage of that.
Hector growled, the sound originating somewhere below his throat and sounding entirely inhuman, something no normal person could make. He thrust hard against her, his hand slapping her ass several more times until it was red and stinging, much to her delight. He never hit too hard, just the right amount to turn her on.
She could feel him swell up inside of her as he moved quicker, and then his fingers clenched tighter on her waist.
“Do it,” she gasped over the blistering pleasure of having him inside her. “Please, Hector. I want it.”
He groaned loudly and suddenly heat erupted deep inside of her. Hector stopped his movement as he came, allowing her to easily feel him shoot stream after stream within her, his cock pulsing with each shot. It was an intensely arousing and intimate feeling that unfortunately passed far too quickly.
Then he was abruptly spent and the two of them just stood there, her bent over, him holding her waist, gasping as they tried to recover their breath. Their brains and bodies were battered by the endorphins rushing through their system now, giving them that post-sex high that was almost as good as orgasm itself.
She had no idea how long they waited before moving again, going through the all too awkward and never fully addressed cleanup stage before she tugged on his arm and led him to her bedroom, where they both fell into the queen-sized bed that occupied the majority of the space. Hector rolled her onto her side and curled up behind her, his arm draped across her and pulling her arms in tight as he held her to him.
Very few words had been spoken through the entire course of events, and yet Rachel now felt like she knew him even better than she had before, as if their coupling had created a bond that was knowledge of one another in itself.
Which it is, I suppose. I now know him in the most intimate way possible. We’ve seen each other exposed and vulnerable, and we’ll always have that memory. So I suppose I do know him better. Much better.
“That was intense,” he said after several minutes. “I’ve never felt so powerful a connection.”
“I know what you mean,” she said, still slightly winded. Being pregnant didn’t do much for her cardiovascular health, unfortunately. “That was…unbelievable. I felt like we just sort of ‘got’ each other, knew one another’s desires and needs. Without needing to speak. I…” she fell silent, not entirely confident she could put words to what had just happened between them.
“Yeah,” he said after a minute, laughter bubbling up in his voice. “Exactly that.”
She giggled, and that set him off, which set her off, and they went back and forth like that for several minutes, until they both subsided. Hector pulled her a little tighter to him, a squeeze that said thousands of words on its own. She lifted one hand up to grasp his wrist where it rested under her chin, pulling his arm tight around her upper body in response, nuzzling her head against his forearm.
“So what do we do now?” she asked, still acutely aware of the nakedness of both her and him.
“That depends,” he said, his voice shifting slightly.
“On what?”
“Whether you want more or not.”
“More?” she asked. “You’re ready to go again?”
He leaned forward into her slightly so his chest pressed fully against her back and then growled as he spoke into her ear. “For you? Always. You might need to help me along just a bit, but with an ass like that, it won’t take much,” he said, sliding his hand down her side and around to squeeze her rear.
Rachel had to think about it, to ask her body how it was feeling. To her surprise, it came back with an enthusiastic, if tired, yes. To answer Hector she thrust her ass out and began to grind against him.
“Will this help?” she whispered as sexily as possible, looking over her shoulder at him as she did it.
The look of tight desire on his face was all the answer she needed, though Hector decided to emphasize it by pressing his hardening cock between her legs so she could feel it as he grew thick and solid behind her.
“Gentler this time though,” she said. “Slower. I really want to feel you.”
Hector was only too willing to oblige.