Chapter 20
GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED BABY MAKING
The first time I had sex with Barry, back in New York, he took his dear sweet time.
Even though it was late and we were practically strangers, I remember him massaging me in the shower, eating me out like he loved nothing more than to savor pussy as a pastime, and fucking me so deliberately, watching every reaction and second of my pleasure like it turned him on to unlock new noises from me and to make me come undone.
I remember this went on well into the early hours of the morning, until I was rightfully begging him to just fuck me like I wanted.
Eventually, when he had me on the brink of my third orgasm, he obliged.
And that’s how we got into this in the first place.
Now, seven months later and the evidence of our one night of passion steadily growing within me, he was anything but slow.
As soon as I gave him the go ahead, he was on me again, kissing me deeply, stopping only to pull my shirt and shorts off me, and then his.
He paused when I was fully naked, looking down at my body.
I felt insecure, nervous about my stretch marks and the way my nipples had somehow doubled in size in the last months.
It was a new body, one that would never quite look like it did before, but he looked on with such clear longing and lust that I could hardly find it in myself to feel bad about that.
I grabbed his wrist, pulling him down to me. “Please, please don’t take your time.”
Barry chuckled as his lips came down over mine again.
“As you wish.”
He pulled my legs open, fingertips immediately finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles that made me gasp.
“Fingers,” I said, or maybe I commanded it.
“Greedy,” he said against my mouth, then pressed two of those thick fingers inside me.
A loud, high-pitched sound escaped me, the feel of his fingers better than maybe anything.
I hadn’t had sex since meeting him in May, and I didn’t know if it was pregnancy or the seven-month dry spell, but I felt like I might be unlocking a new, secret kind of sex.
Like sex multiplied by a hundred, sensation sweeping through my whole body, zapping in my hands and feet, even.
“Barry, oh my God, keep doing that.”
“You’re wet wet, sweetheart. Was this from your little moaning audio?”
“No,” I admitted. Unfortunately, the audio erotica couldn’t hold a candle to the inferno blazing in my core at just two of Barry’s fingers. What was his dick going to do to me?
I reached for said dick, nearly shivering when I got the warm rod in my hand. I stroked it a few times, reveling in the slippery wetness at the tip.
“You’re wet,” I told him. “Leaking all over my hand.”
“Who taught you to talk like that?” he asked, and his cock grew harder, another bead of pre-cum joining the mess I rubbed around his head. He pressed another finger into me in return, stretching me deliciously. I bit his lower lip as I moaned. “You’re gonna kill me with these sounds.”
“Will you fuck me first? Please?”
“Well, when you ask so nicely.” Barry turned me on my side and lifted my top leg up before kneeling until his dick was right next to my cunt, my leg now wrapped around his side.
I thought he would tease me more, make me beg and curse, but to my delight, he wasted no time before sliding his cock into me, sinking fully immediately, and I moaned so long and loud I thought I might come immediately.
I’d forgotten how damn good his dick was, how good it felt filling me, how good he was at using it.
I reached up and touched his abs, all tensed as he fucked me, then held onto his thick forearms. He was so sturdy, every part of him ready to be leaned on, so eager to be the support I was adamant I didn’t need.
Even in this—orgasms now added to the list of ways he wanted to be helpful in my life.
His fingers found their way to my clit again, and the combination of his dick in me and his hand on me made my toes clench.
I don’t know what it was about being pregnant that made sex feel so insanely good, but I couldn’t remember a time in my life when my body was so sensitive, so responsive to touch.
I had chills at the feel of his wide hand kneading my ass and groaned every time he thrust harder.
“You are the hottest woman alive,” he said.
I didn’t dispute this, not when his face was screwed up in desperation while he slid in and out of me, one hand holding me tight and the other feverishly trying to make me come.
When I did, it surprised us both, the orgasm intense with all the pent-up desire, a relief as it racketed through me.
“You got so tight, baby,” Barry choked out, then moaned loud, his hips rocking erratically against me, filling me with his release while I came down from the best orgasm I’d had since summer.
He caught his breath after, his hips lightly rocking inside me for a minute longer before pulling out and lying down, facing me. Still a bit winded, he met my eyes and after a second, we both laughed. He didn’t need to say it was as intense for him as it was for me.
Barry put his hands on either side of my head and kissed me again, a long one that left me feeling even more gooey and relaxed.
“Your bed is comfy,” he said while he pulled me as close to him as he was able with my belly between us. He rubbed a hand over the side of it, our little growing life brimming underneath his palm.
“It was like two hundred dollars, don’t lie.” It was fine, comfortable enough, but nothing to write home about by any means.
“Best two-hundred-dollar bed ever,” he murmured and closed his eyes. I wanted to clean up the cum still wet between my thighs, but it was so nice lying in his arms, smelling him so closely, I didn’t want to get up just yet.
The baby kicked, her foot bumping under his hand. Barry smiled and tapped the spot with his thumb.
“Hi little baby,” he said in greeting. Kate said the baby can hear sounds outside of the womb as of a couple weeks before, and the thought made me happy.
“Hi, baby,” I said, too, and let myself drift off for a few happy minutes before Barry pulled us both out of the bed to get cleaned up.