Being in bed with him tonight feels different. All of the emotions I never thought I would experience with him again are back. We love each other, and we're both looking forward to the future. Though, right now, I'm looking much more forward to sucking his cock. It's such a naughty thing, staring me in the face as if it thinks it can intimidate me. Maybe I should be intimidated. It's a body wrecker. A life wrecker. His insatiable lust is what got us into this mess to begin with, from relationship to pregnancy. He craves me undeniably, and I can't resist him.
I feel his thick veins bulging beneath the surface as I take his velvety skin into my hand and stroke him several times, warming him up. I lick him from balls to tip before plunging him to the back of my throat, and I'm rewarded with a short moan of pleasure.
“You're so good at sucking my cock.” He brushes my hair away from my face, so he can get a better visual.
I play a game of lick and tease with his manhood, not wanting him to get too excited. While I'd love to see him come, it's too early for that. Right now, I just want to taste him, to listen to his soft groaning, to thank him for being the man that I needed him to be at my darkest hour.
I savor every moment on my knees, wrapping my tongue around his bulbous glans, nibbling his ridges, and sucking like I mean it. Because I do mean it.
“Lie down,” I tell him. Tonight is all about him. He's been so good; I don't want him to have to work at all.
He crawls up onto the bed and rolls over onto his back, exposing his gorgeous muscular body to me. I want to do so many things to him at once; it's hard for me to take my time. Greedily, I latch onto his cock with my mouth while stroking him with my hand. He absentmindedly plays with my hair, allowing me to take full control.
“No on sucks cock as good as you,” he says, and I can't help but wonder if it's just pillow talk. Hundreds of women have sucked his dick before. To think that I'm the best . . . It's just not feasible. I don't want to think about that now though. I don't know why I'm thinking about it. It makes me wonder if my insecurities will ever completely go away. Hopefully, it will just take time.
He's so thick in my hand, and he's already leaking. I swirl my tongue across his slit, gathering up his pre-seed. If my mouth wasn't so busy, I might smirk. Now that I'm pregnant, there's no reason for him to pull out. This might not be so bad after all.
I take him to the back of my throat and shake his cock inside my mouth, so he can feel my tight muscles around him. He moans in approval, jolting slightly beneath me when I pull off of him with a popping sound before diving down to suck on him some more. I love that I can do this to him, can make him groan and shiver beneath me.
He slides a hand around my backside and begins to gently finger me, probing between my folds. “You're already so wet for me.” He's not lying. Blowing him is getting me all hot and bothered. Maybe it's because I know his dick is going to be inside of me soon, spreading me deliciously like it always does.
“Mhm,” I send soft vibrations down his length.
The more eagerly he fingers me, the harder I suck, matching him pleasure for pleasure. If he's not careful, we're both going to come before we've even begun. I whimper around his cock, worrying that I'm about to reach my limit. Apparently, he has the same concern.
“If you keep sucking me like that, I'm not going to make it,” he breathes.
It's too late for me. I let his cock fall from my lips with a gasp as an orgasm races through me. My hips press back to urge his fingers on, and he follows my queue, pumping into me until the intensity begins to die down.
“I need your cock inside of me.” I turn to crawl on top of him. As I lean over him, my hair falls into his face. He looks so sexy staring up at me. His gorgeous blue eyes are so intense, so filled with lust. “You need this more than I do, don't you?”
“Is that so?” he purrs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it between my legs.
I rock up and down on him but don't allow him to go inside. Maybe it's wrong of me, but it's fun to see him squirm a bit. Plus, his throbbing cock sliding between my slick folds feels really good. My clit pulses with selfish approval.
“You're being so bad.” He gives my ass a not so gentle slap, causing me to squeal.
“You like it when I'm bad.” I wiggle on top of him, continuing to tease his dick.
“I need to be inside of you.” He bites his bottom lip before going into a full delicious pout.
Falling into his trap, I lean to kiss him. His mouth just looks too irresistible. I need to taste him.
While I'm distracted, he wraps his hands around my hips and forces me down on him, making my body swallow him whole. I gasp into his mouth when he tunnels into me, creating an incredible sense of fullness.
My mouth is a permanent O as he holds onto my waist and bucks up into me. All I can do is hold on for the ride, leaning into his shoulder while he ravages my pussy from below. The friction drives me overboard in less than a minute, and I find myself practically screaming as climax grips me again.
“You lied,” he pants. “You needed this every bit as much as I do.” He doesn't skip a beat, clutching onto me like he's afraid I might try to escape from him. I have no such plans though. Nothing in the world could tear me from his arms right now.
He's merciless. Where he's getting the energy from, I don't know, but he's more vivacious in bed tonight than he's ever been. The room is filled with a chorus of moans and skin slapping and me crying to the heavens.
“Come inside me,” I beg as I feel a third orgasm churning beneath the surface. I can't take much more of this. My body is on the edge of breaking.
“Are you sure?” he pauses for half a heartbeat, giving me a skeptical look.
“Yes. Please. Fill me. I need it,” I practically whimper, driving my hips back to take him all the way into me.
He needs no further invitation. I bend to taste his lips as he picks up the pace again. My body braces to take the rough ride ahead. As he pounds into me, I feel his cock throbbing, and my body reacts by squeezing around him, milking him. His grip around my hips tightens as he slams me down on him, and I sit back as my own orgasm breaks the surface. I can feel his balls contracting below me while I reach to rub my pulsing clit. Being filled by him is absolutely amazing. The way it connects us is beyond explanation. I just know that nothing has ever felt so good before.
“Holy shit.” He's breathless, looking as sexy as ever while his body finishes caving from desire. After a few prolonged thrusts up into me, he stills, completely spent.
“Mm.” A content smile creases my lips, and I rest on top of his chest, kissing his chin and the corners of his mouth while he continues to pant for breath. I can't remember the last time I was this happy.
“That was amazing.” He finally falls from his sexual trance and looks at me, wrapping his arms around me to hold me against him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
***
We lay together afterward. I'm nestled in his arms with my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. My hand is on my stomach, and I'm wondering when I'll be able to feel the baby inside. Anders laces his fingers with mine and draws them to his lips for a gentle kiss.
“What happens now?” I ask, wondering about the future, but not really caring in this moment. I've spent way too much time stressing out about it.
“Well.” He doesn't sound startled by the question at all, more like he's thinking about his answer. “I suppose things take the natural progression.”
I'm admittedly a bit disappointed, though I'm not sure what I was expecting. “What's that?”
He gives my hand a gentle squeeze. “We go out on more dates until you trust me again, and then you'll move in with me.”
It's a foreign concept. In all honesty, I've never been able to picture myself moving in with him. Even when things were going well between us, it didn't seem like a possibility. I'm not sure why. Maybe because of how I met him.
“You would actually have me live with you?” I feel stupid for asking.
“Yes.” He nods. “That would be the natural progression of things.”
I roll against him until my chin is on his chest, and I'm looking up at him. “I know that's the natural progression of things. Is that what you want though?”
“Of course it is.” He seems slightly offended. “I wouldn't bring it up if I wasn't serious about it.”
I decide to cut him some slack. Me being constantly suspicious of everything he says isn't going to help our relationship.
“How many dates?” I relax against him again. The question is more out of curiosity than anything else.
“As many dates as it will take for you to trust me again. One. Ten. One hundred.”
“You'd really let me move in so soon?” I'm a bit surprised.
“I'd let you move in with me tonight, if you wanted to.”
“Tonight,” I repeat the word. Everything feels like it's happening so fast, but I'm ready for it this time. Moving in with him would make me trust him more. It would be harder for him to hide things, not that I'm truly worried about that anymore.
Besides, Evelyn is pissed at me. I'm sure we'll be able to rectify our friendship now that I've decided not to get an abortion. The thought that she ratted me out to Anders is still a bit disconcerted, but I'm happy about it. Despite all that though, I'm tired of feeling like a burden. I've been living rent free ever since we moved into the house. It's not her obligation to support me. She shouldn't have to. She's been such a good friend, and her and Martin deserve a life of their own. It's time for me to move on.
“I don't need a few more dates,” I tell Anders sheepishly, hoping he wasn't offering to let me move in right away just to make me happy.
“I'm glad.” The content sound of his voice puts my mind at ease. “Should we get dressed and head over to Evelyn's place to box up your stuff?”
“It can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I just want to lay here with you. I wish this night could last forever.” I mean it. Things haven't felt this perfect in a long time.
“Me too.”