Chapter 36
Dorian held her close, his breath warm against her hair.
She could feel the tension in his body from the restraint of a man straining to be careful.
Firm lips pressed a kiss into her forehead again before murmuring almost sheepishly against her temple, "This book I read said it's safe to have sex in the second trimester. .. as long as we take it easy."
Rune smiled against his cheek, a small secret curve of her mouth he couldn't see.
She could bet her last penny that he could quote whole passages from the book with references.
Dorian was nothing if not thorough. She shifted slightly in his arms to let her body slide deliberately against his hardness with just enough pressure to pull a sharp groan from him.
"Rune," he said in warning, but his body was already moving against hers in a familiar dance.
His hands relearned her curves eagerly, and then he pulled her close, walking backwards until he sat down on the old sofa, pulling her to stand between his spread thighs.
For a moment, neither of them moved. His gaze lifted to meet hers, examining her in detail for the changes, and then dropped, resting on the gentle curve of her belly.
His hand moved carefully, reverently, as though afraid of hurting her.
She watched, utterly enthralled by his expression of intense fascination as he traced the fabric where it clung to her skin.
He then lifted the hem just enough to reveal, first, her slender thighs, then the plain black thong beneath.
A finger whispered beneath the strap to explore the wetness soaking her curls and then unerringly find her opening to tease her opening with one thick finger.
Rune almost went up to her toes but he held her in place as the finger moved shallowly, teasing her but not taking it any further.
Then he withdrew it from her wetness and gently traced circles on her throbbing clit.
A helpless sigh escaped her parted lips as he continued to tease her, and she leaned into his touch with her nails biting into his shoulders as her hips moved to the rhythm of his finger.
The finger then moved to hook on the strap of her thong and slowly pull it down.
His hand moved back to her dress, pulling it up to bare her gently rounded lower belly.
For a moment, he just looked and then placed the softest kiss there.
" Can you feel them move?" he asked in a low whisper. She had to swallow as unexpected tears gathered behind her close lids and she replied, "Not yet. Sometimes I think I do, but then it feels like gas."
His fingers lingered there, warm against her skin, before he looked up again, his expression unguarded.
"Beautiful," he said quietly. "All of you. And all mine."
Rune's breath seemed to stop, her heartbeat speeding up from the rhythm of his touch on her belly. It was the first time she had allowed him to touch her like this, and she realized she needed this as much as he did.
When his forehead pressed to her stomach, she threaded trembling fingers through his curly hair.
"Dorian..."
He looked up, eyes the darkest velvet, softer than she'd ever seen them. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
She shook her head, voice barely a whisper. "No. Don't stop."
He smiled faintly as she moved closer, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away.
She watched his face as he let her push him back and straddle him.
As she settled on him with her bare pussy pressing against the hardness straining his zipper, she could see his pupils dilate before his hands closed on either side of her hips like a vice and his eyes closed tight. He let his head fall back with a groan.
"You are going to have to do all the work." he muttered as he ground his teeth, "I am not going to last."
A siren's smile curved her full lips as she stood up to carefully unzip him. Then she hooked her fingers on either side and said, "Lift your butt a bit."
He immediately complied, and she peeled his pants and boxers off at once before straddling again.
He wasted no time, pulling her zipper down and divesting her of her dress.
She hadn't worn a bra and his attention was immediately on her heavier breasts, the nipples larger and darker than before.
He tried to catalogue the changes in her body, but before he could get far, she pressed closer, guiding the flared head of his cock to her slick opening and bearing down to take him in slow, deliberate inches.
A strangled moan escaped him as his eyes closed involuntarily, and his mouth fell open as she moved slowly on him until her pelvis met his.
Dorian fisted her hair, bringing her close as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
Her wet little pussy tightened around his bare cock, and she lifted up only to sink down again slowly, moaning into Dorian's mouth.
They had never had sex without a condom. Trying to breathe evenly was all he could do as her hot inner walls surrounded his length completely. The pulsing heat, the exquisite tightness, the slick glide of skin on skin almost made him lose control right then.
"Sink all the way down," he pleaded in a desperate growl. Her thighs trembled where they braced around his much larger size. Hands gripping her hips, he groaned to keep from thrusting up, forcing himself to let her set the pace.
Her hips moved slowly at first. Up and down, and then a little twist with every rise and fall that felt like pure heaven.
The friction built steadily, her slick heat coating him, drawing soft,wet sounds into the quiet room.
Then her hips suddenly jerked erratically before stilling and her inner muscles squeezed him in tight pulses as she came undone around him.
That was all it took to tip him over as he came inside her with short frantic jerks of his hips.
The quiet between them was broken only by the sound of rain and their slowing breaths. Dorian let out a low laugh against her hair, the kind that vibrated through his chest.
"What?" Rune asked sleepily, still tucked against him.
"I think sex is way better without a condom. It has been a revelation."
Rune just giggled and dozed off as he ran wondering fingers through her long hair.
He tilted his head, voice husky with amusement. "Just picturing your parents walking in right now and finding us like this. I'd never be forgiven for desecrating their sofa."
Rune gave a small snort of laughter, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I think they will forgive you as they seem to have forgiven you for leading me astray."
"True," he said, still chuckling. "I thought your mum was planning to bury me under the patio for hurting you."
She leaned back enough to look at him, her lips curving. "Maybe," she said slowly, "we should move operations upstairs. Knowing my parents, god knows what they have been up to on this couch."
His grin faded into something closer to alarm. "Time we vacated the sofa. I am going to have to wash my brain with bleach now to get rid of that particular image."