Nora
“I want you so bad right now,” Mark panted above me. He breathed the words heavily as his chest heaved against mine and his firm erection pressed against my sweatpants.
“Then take me,” I said. He held my hands back, above my head on the bed. His weight held me down on the sheets. His hips kept my legs open.
He leaned down and kissed my chin, my neck, the tender exposed skin of the underside of my arms. With every movement, though, he pressed himself against me, sliding back and forth between my legs and thrilling me with his teasing movements. I squeezed my legs together as he pushed against my clothes.
He released my wrists and ran his hands along my arms to my tits. He placed his hungry, firm hands over my breasts and squeezed them, gently at first. Then, his grip slowly tightened around them. The warm, welcome feel of his grip slowly turned to pain as he squeezed tighter and tighter. I arched my back and moaned against the sensation, almost letting it turn into a whimper as the pain spiked my pleasure.
“That’s it,” he said. “That feels good, doesn’t, baby?”
“Mhm,” I said with my lips pressed closed. Intense pleasure shot through my body.
Then he released me, and the pleasure spiked again in the absence of the slight pain of his grip. My back relaxed as I fell back onto the bed. His hands continued moving down, rubbing along my sides until he reached the bottom of my shirt.
He pulled my shirt up over my head, letting me sit up a little so he could pull it off and toss it to the floor. His hands soon found their way back to my breasts, cupping and rubbing them.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said before kissing down from my shoulder to my nipple.
His lips closed around the hardening peak of sensitive flesh, and his tongue flicked at the tip of it.
“Yes,” I breathed. I dug my hands into his dark hair and held his head to my chest as he sucked me deep into his mouth. Pleasure rippled through my body like electricity at his touch.
While his lips and tongue continued working my nipple, his hands moved down to my sweats, wrapped around the waistband, and pulled them down from my hips, taking my panties with them. I rocked my hips so he could slide the pants down past my ass.
His lips left my skin as he sat back on his knees to pull my pants all the way down. I took the opportunity to sit up and undress him. I started with his cut, pushing the leather vest over his shoulders and back behind him. Then, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head.
He watched me and let me undress him, giving me momentary control over what was happening. There was no amusement in his face, only a kind of adoration. Before pulling down his jeans, I took a moment to let my hands run down his firm chest and stomach. His body was solid muscle.
I kissed his chest and let my tongue circle his nipples. I flicked the hard peaks of flesh with the tip of my tongue and listened to his breath as it quickened with my touch. My hands continued to move down as my lips and tongue played.
I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and I slid them down, taking his boxers with them, revealing his hungry erection reaching for me. I took his firm shaft in my hand and stroked it. I glanced up at him as he ran a hand through my hair. He planted his hand on the back of my hand as I kissed down from his chest. I took it as him trying to guide me further down.
I kissed his stomach, then the firm hairless skin beneath his stomach. With my fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, I kissed the tip and parted my lips to take him into my mouth. I slid down slowly, taking him all the way down to where my fingers were. He reached to the back of my mouth, stopping just before where my throat opened. I relished the feel of his erection along my tongue, filling my mouth. I wasn’t greedily sucking like I had been the time before.
He leaned over me and ran his hands along my back. His touch was so warm, so firm. I felt myself growing wetter by the moment. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand not having him inside me.
I pulled my mouth back and let him slide out from between my lips. “How do you want me?” I asked, looking up at him.
He lay back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. “Like this,” he said. He reached down and guided himself into me as I slid my hips down onto him. I took him slowly into my wet center. I sat up straight and pulled his hands up to my breasts.
“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he said. “Ride me, babe.”
“You like that?” I asked as I stroked him with my lips and my tightening muscles.
He closed his eyes and moaned, pushing his hips up against me, driving himself deep inside me. He gripped my breasts and I judged how good it felt to him by how tightly he squeezed. I held his hands in place as I rocked my hips against him.
“I want you to take it all,” he said. “Let me fill you.”
“Yes, baby, fill me,” I told him. I leaned forward and rode him hard, clenching his shaft with my opening.
He let go of my breasts and put his hands on my hips. He started guiding me, controlling how fast and hard I slammed onto him. Each stroke took my breath away.
My insides quivered as my desire and pleasure started to grow into ecstasy. The harder he pulled me down onto his shaft, the more intensely I felt that ecstasy growing. My thighs started shaking.
I placed my hands on his chest and pushed myself up to roll my hips against him. My heart pounded in my chest and my breath caught in my throat.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, babe,” he said. “Come for me. I want to feel you all around me.”
He pressed himself deep into me as I started to shake. I breathed hard and leaned on him as my ecstasy released.
“Fuck,” I yelled. Then, as my body quaked above him, I felt him erupting inside me and filling me with his hot cum.
“Oh, babe,” he moaned. “Oh shit.” He thrust his hips up against me, shoving himself deep into me.
“God, that feels so fucking good,” I told him. I let myself collapse back on top of him as he pumped himself into me, emptying himself completely.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me, staying inside me. He didn’t hurriedly pull out or try to get up. Instead, he held me on the bed as we lay there naked together.
I kissed his chest. He smoothed my hair back and rubbed my back. I felt his heart rate slow down as his body came down from the ecstasy we shared. He eventually rocked his hips back from me, pulling himself out, letting himself relax along my leg.
I eventually rolled over beside him, staying in his arms. I listened as his breathing calmed and deepened. I wasn’t sure which one of us fell asleep first, but listening to his deep, rhythmic breathing put me right to sleep.
# # #
When I awoke the next morning, I expected to find the other side of my bed empty. I expected to find that he’d left me a wad of cash on the nightstand in exchange for his chance to flee my bed. The sex had been so different, though, I almost expected to realize it had all been a dream.
When I opened my eyes, I was alone in my bed, but I heard the shower running. He might have left the bed, but he hadn’t left the apartment. I smiled and my heart swelled with joy, knowing that he was still there.
I had to tell him. He had to know that his plan had already worked. It wasn’t going to be long before I started to show. I had already turned down drinks at the clubhouse. I had already started avoiding situations where I didn’t feel comfortable with a baby inside me.
“You’re awake,” he said when he came out of my bathroom, his almost shoulder-length hair wet, his amazing, sculpted body standing naked before me, begging me to reach out to it.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile.
“Good morning to you,” he said with a smile on his face.
He went to the dresser and pulled out some clothes the same way Ryan had before him, and I saw that he’d already put clothes in my apartment for when he stayed over. I watched the muscles in his back work as he put on his shirt. He wasn’t the most handsome man I’d known, but there was something sexy in the rough, hard body standing in front of me.
“I need to tell you something,” I said.
He turned around as he pulled his shirt down. He slid his boxers on and pulled them up before reaching for his jeans from the day before.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“You might want to sit down,” I said, managing an ominous tone.
He furrowed his brow. “What’s up?” he asked, cocking his head. He sat down in front of me on the side of the bed.
I took a deep breath while I tried to muster up the nerve to tell him what was going on. My heart started to race. Nervous energy filled my arms and my hands.
“I, uh… It worked,” I said.
“What worked?” he asked, confused.
“I’m, um, you know.” I made a rolling motion with my hand, hoping he’d follow to the only logical conclusion.
Revelation slowly dawned on his face. His eyes lit up and a smile started to spread across his face. He glowed. He took my hands in his.
“Are you trying to tell me you’re pregnant?” he asked me, barely containing the hope it seemed like he felt. It was not the response I had expected after holding back for so long.
“I am,” I said. “I’m pregnant.”
“That’s great,” he cheered. “That’s fucking awesome.” He pulled me in for a hug and held me for a long while.
He let go of me and pushed me back by my shoulders so he could look me up and down. He looked at me with something different from his normal desire. There was some adoration mixed with astonishment in his face.
“How long have you known?” he asked. It wasn’t an angry question. He didn’t sound mad, like I had expected. His voice was pure excitement.
“A few weeks,” I said.
“How far along are you?”
“About three months. As small as I am, I’ll probably start showing soon,” I told him.
“About three months?” he repeated, and I nodded. “So it probably happened pretty early on,” he said, his smile widening.
“Yeah, probably one of the first times we were together.”
He hugged me again. My worries started to melt away with his arms around me. He was too happy, too thrilled at the possibility of having a child to kick me to the curb any time soon. I was in, and if anything, being pregnant seemed to make me even more in.