Chapter 18 #2
I felt goosebumps erupt on my arms. Those words alone were enough to make me come.
“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he added, and his gaze drifted down to my belly again. He made me smile.
I rolled my T-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor.
I knew he could see my pebbled nipples through the material of my bra.
He was watching me with his eyes narrowed, looking over my body.
I undid my jeans then pulled them down, too.
Tank hadn’t made a single move in my direction.
His gaze fell on my panties, on the spot between my legs.
His mouth parted in awe of my body, like he had never seen a woman naked before.
I stood in front of him, offering myself to him again, and when my eyes dropped to his pants, I could see that his cock was growing.
“Take those off too, Noelle,” he said, and with the knots tightening in my belly, I slipped my bra and panties off, too. I was completely naked in front of him now - my skin covered in goosebumps, my nipples hard and aching for him, my pussy throbbing for his touch.
Tank’s eyes were darkened, like his face, and he hadn’t looked away from me for a second. Then he started undoing his own pants, and I watched as he took his cock out, his enormous throbbing cock, which I wanted inside me.
I gasped with desire when I saw it, and a thrill ran down my body.
There were still a few feet of distance between us, but I didn’t know what he wanted me to do.
I could see it in his eyes that he was at war with himself.
He wanted to fuck me, but he was afraid of hurting the baby.
I had never seen him look lost and confused before.
Tank stroked his cock, pointing it at me, and I watched as his biceps bulged and moved with every stroke. He had begun to breathe hard.
“I want you to touch yourself, Noelle,” he grunted, and I reached for my breasts. I pinched and tugged on my nipples similar to the way he would have if his hands were on me. My nipples were aching for his mouth, and the more I touched them, the more my pussy throbbed.
He had started stroking his cock harder; his eyes focused on what I was doing to my breasts now. Then he looked at my pussy again.
“Touch your pussy,” he commanded.
I brought my fingers up to my lips, licking them seductively before they traveled down to the spot between my legs. My pussy was already hot, wet and sticky with its juices. I rubbed my clit with my glistening fingers before gently touching the folds of my pussy, letting out a gasp.
Tank gulped, his neck growing dark red with every stroke of his cock. He was standing with his legs parted, his hands working on his cock as he watched me pleasuring myself.
“Rub yourself harder,” he said, and I did as I was told.
I played with my clit, slowly bringing myself closer and closer to the height of an orgasm.
My fingers slid a couple of inches into my pussy, and I parted my mouth wide as I started breathing harder.
I wanted more than this; I wanted Tank to do this to me, but he was keeping his distance.
He had his jaw clenched with his eyes narrowed and focused on my body as he stroked himself. His cock looked like a weapon of destruction as he made it stand erect, throbbing with desire.
“Three fingers,” he growled, and I slipped three fingers into my pussy. I gasped again at the sensation. I had never touched myself like this before, and it was becoming too much to bear. I didn’t want to bring myself to an orgasm. I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to be inside me when I came.
“Fuck, Noelle, you are so gorgeous!” he growled, and before I knew what he was going to do, he had taken two large strides towards me and caught me by my waist. He tipped me back as he took my mouth in his again.
This kiss was wild and rough, lips sliding over lips, his hands on my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples painfully.
I rolled his T-shirt up so that I could touch his chiseled torso.
He was hot, emanating heat, and perspiration covered his muscular back.
I felt small and delicate in his arms, and it sent shivers down my spine to know that I was also carrying his child.
His hands roamed all over my body, touching all the places he had commanded me to touch.
He squeezed my ass, teased my clit and slipped two of his large masculine fingers into my pussy.
I writhed in his arms, wanting more. I wanted him to take me.
I wanted his cock inside me, and now I could feel it throbbing and digging into my thighs as he pressed himself close to me.
When he pulled away from me, I could barely speak. I had no breath left in me.
“Tank, please…please…I want you inside me…” I begged desperately.
My body was on fire, and if he didn’t do something about it, I was going to explode. He was breathing hard as well, but he looked calmer. His eyes had become softer, and a smile was lingering on his face.
“I’ve waited so long to hear that,” he said in a deep guttural voice, and then he reached for my hand. He was leading me towards the couch in my living room, and I couldn’t wait; I wanted it now.
Tank sat down on the couch then stretched himself on it. I watched his dripping hot naked body for a few moments, still in disbelief that I was going to have sex with a man who looked like this, let alone that I was pregnant with his child!
He was watching me, too, his eyes searching mine, and then he smiled and reached for my hand.
“Come here to me, my princess,” he said and pulled me towards him.
Tank knew what he wanted to do; I was only following his lead. He settled me on his belly, our naked bodies touching, pressing against each other. My pussy grazed the hardness of his belly as I sat on him, and he reached for my waist.
I couldn’t help but run my hands over his chest, over the ridges and muscles of his abs, and I could feel the color rising in my cheeks, because I couldn’t stop myself from admiring just how hot he was.
He was looking at me, brushing my hair away from my face, touching my breasts, squeezing my ass.
It was like we were discovering each other all over again.
His hand stroked my belly gently from time to time, like he couldn’t believe that I was carrying his child.
Every time he did, I saw a flicker of a smile on his face.
I knew he was happy. I couldn’t believe that the news had made him happy.
I hadn’t expected this reaction from a man like him.
Then, after we had been exploring and touching each other for several minutes, Tank started rocking me. I reached for his cock behind me, stroking it gently and feeling it throb and grow in my hand. He grunted and moaned, rocking me so that I gently bobbed over him.
I could feel my pussy throbbing, too, I knew I was leaving a trail of my juices on his stomach, and he didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it seemed to turn him on even more.
I stretched myself, throwing my head back so that my hair fell like a waterfall on my back.
He reached for my breasts, cupping them, squeezing and then pinching my nipples.
His hands - large and warm - traveled down my growing body, over every curve of my flesh.
He murmured something under his breath, but from the glow in his eyes I could tell that he was admiring me.
Then his hands traveled down to my pussy where he touched me, and I moaned. He was testing me for my wetness.
I pressed the palms of my hands down on his chest, trying to tell him what I wanted, and he grabbed my waist again. Gently, he lifted me up, only a few inches in the air, and he looked straight into my eyes as he brought me back down.
My lips parted, and a wild cry escaped my lips when I felt his cock graze the folds of my pussy.
I clutched his chest harder, feeling my nails digging into his flesh as he settled me further down.
His cock slid in, inch by inch, till he was deep inside me.
I moaned, and he moaned, too. I was sitting on him, on his cock, with my legs on either side of him.
“Ride me, Noelle. Make yourself come,” he grunted, and he didn’t have to ask me again. That was exactly what I wanted.
I moved my body, up and down his cock, my ass banging against his stretched out legs as I used him to pleasure myself.
He held onto my hips loosely while I bounced on him.
My breasts bounced with me, my hair flew everywhere, and all I could feel was how deep his cock was inside me, how I was using it to stroke that spot which was going to make me come.
Tank has his teeth clenched with his eyes focused on my nipples. He was watching me move, watching me bounce, and everything about that moment was too hot to handle. I felt myself release - almost too quickly - but now that it had risen up in me, I couldn’t stop it anymore.
My orgasm came like a wave, washing and crashing over me, and I screamed out his name.
My toes curled, and I could feel my body shaking as I exploded over him.
Tank growled and came, too, but I didn’t stop bouncing - harder and faster, trying to make sure that not a single muscle in my body was left out.
I wanted every cell and every nerve of my body to feel the pleasure of the orgasm.
Tank shot inside me, just like the time he impregnated me. This time he exploded inside me, and I could feel him depositing his seed. He growled and shook, making my body shake as well as he emptied himself.
I was exhausted, and I crashed on him, laughing, because I couldn’t believe how happy I was. Tank wrapped a strong arm around me, pinning me down to his chest. I could feel his hot breath falling on the top of my head as he tried to catch his breath.
He kissed my hair, weaving his fingers into it, and we lay on the couch in each other’s arms.
“We’re having a baby!” he exclaimed after several minutes of silence had passed between us. I looked up at him, into his eyes, admiring his handsome, sharp face.
“You’re going to be a dad,” I softly told him with a smile, but he still looked like he was in complete disbelief.
He leaned over and knocked his forehead against mine, smiling at me. I couldn’t remember him smiling this much or this often when I saw him last.
“There is no other woman I would want to be the mother of my children. Thank you, Noelle. You are the perfect woman for me,” he said and allowed his fingers to gently trail down my back, leaving goosebumps along the way.
“And I promise you: we will figure this all out,” he said with honesty in his eyes.
A few hours ago, I had been alone. I thought I was going to have to spend my life by myself as a single parent and forever heartbroken over Tank. And now, I was lying in his arms, naked and exhausted from making love, and he was happy to know that he was going to be a father.
It didn’t matter to me what world he belonged to or what he was involved in. All I wanted was for us to be together.