Chapter 28 #2
“Yes, Daddy.”
I attempt to rock against his fingers, but an extra sharp snap of the keeper reminds me Joaquin decides what I get. And what I get right now is edging. I’m into orgasm denial with him because it only intensifies the pleasure when he gives me one. But it tests the very limits of my patience.
“Please, Daddy. Make me come… God, it aches… You’re torturing me, Joaco… Fuck, I need you.”
“I know, chica.”
He says it with amusement rather than sympathy. He’s picked up the pace. The smacks come faster as he rubs my clit harder. I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands balled into fists to keep from reaching for him. I breathe through the pain to find the pleasure. It’s a challenge.
I’m quiet for a couple minutes as I clench my jaw. I love this as much as I hate it. One moment I want to beg him to stop. The next I’m begging him for more. I never say my safe word.
“Chiquita?”
“I’m still okay.”
He puts the crop aside and uses both hands to massage my burning flesh.
While he didn’t spank me nearly as hard as he would if I weren’t pregnant, he made up for it with more spanks.
He unties my wrists and rubs the inside of them before helping me off his lap.
He moves my arms around, ensuring I’m not too stiff.
“I worked up more of an appetite, Tre. Will you help a starving man?”
I giggle as I crawl onto the bed. He snags me by the waist and pulls me back to the edge before flipping me over.
He sinks to his knees, hooking my legs over his shoulders.
He sniffs and sighs. My latest craving has been pineapple juice.
I like to think it makes a difference—I’m a little self-conscious with everything changing down there—but the man’s had his mouth between my legs every chance he got from the start.
He drags his tongue the full length of my pussy before dipping the tip in, teasing me as he thrusts and retreats.
When I squirm, his hands come to my hips and hold me in place.
His thumbs rub just inside the bones, warming spots on my lower belly.
That soothes me while his tongue excites me.
I don’t know which sensations to focus on.
When I don’t squirm again, he uses his fingers to peel me open. He thrusts his tongue all the way in while sucking on my clit. His teeth graze the bundle of nerves, and my hips come off the bed. Immediately, he pins me and withdraws his mouth.
“Does my little girl need another punishment?”
“Isn’t the orgasm denial its own punishment?”
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“I might die waiting.”
He chuckles before blowing cool air over my pussy. He eases two fingers into me, testing how I take it.
“We can’t have that happening.”
He knows two fingers isn’t nearly enough for me to feel full after having his cock inside me so many times. This is what he meant by he wouldn’t fill me until it’s with his cock. It barely takes the edge off. It’s more taunting than fulfilling.
He gets that everything physically and emotionally is more sensitive these days, and I struggle not to get frustrated faster than normal. I don’t want to, but I do, so he takes pity on me.
I moan, my heels digging into his back. My neck arches as my head turns side to side. I want this so damn badly. He sucks my clit hard before pulling away and slapping it.
“Fuck!”
It comes out a whisper scream. I want to be loud, but I remember we’re not alone in the house, even if it’s huge and the other couple is at the opposite end.
After all the shit that’s happened, I don’t want anyone mistaking my screams for ones of genuine pain.
I don’t need someone rushing in in the middle of me getting off because they fear I’m miscarrying.
His two fingers brush over my G-spot as the thumb on his other hand toys with my clit. He rubs, pinches, tugs. My fingers clench the comforter.
“You have the tastiest pussy ever made. I could eat this morning, noon, and night.”
One of these days, we might be alone long enough for that to happen.
He pulls away and stands. I groan in frustration.
It was too much to hope he’d get me off while he was down there.
He climbs onto the bed as I scoot over to the pillows and turn so my feet point to the foot of the bed.
He adjusts the pillows under my hips and belly to keep me from lying completely flat.
He rests on his side for a moment before sitting up and reaching for the feather wand.
It reminds me of a cat toy. Fitting since he’s playing with a pussy.
He reclines again, the feathers brushing over my leg, hipbone, then drawing lazy circles over my belly.
He shifts, so the arm he rests on brings his hand over my nipple.
He plucks it three times before leaning over to suck.
I bring my hands to his head, holding him in place as my back arches yet again.
He moves the feather to tease my other nipple then down my breastbone until he’s at my belly again.
He reaches across me to trail the feathers along the outside of my arm, then down my ribs before sweeping them over my hipbone and toward my mound.
He puts the wand aside and grasps the inside of my right thigh, pulling it closer to him.
“I want you so damn much, Tre. I’m worried I’ll be too rough.”
“You know I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
He shakes his head. “I’m worried you’ll like it now, then regret it later.”
“I’ll never regret being with you.”
As we gaze into each other’s eyes, I want him to know I mean far more than just sex.
“I love you, Tre.”
“I love you, Joaco.”
Our mouths meld, our tongues dueling. I suck, and he nips. Around and around we go until we’re breathless. He eases me onto my side, facing away from him. He lifts my top leg over his hip and tilts mine until he slides into me.
Relief.
Sweet blessed relief.
Finally, he’s inside me.
I shudder as his cock glides into me over and over, his pelvis pressing against my ass as he grips my hip.
My mind calms after all the eager anticipation.
I sink back against him, feeling small and cherished with his larger body cocooning me.
The sensations are indescribable as my breathing grows labored.
His arm under my neck fondles my left breast. His right hand pulls me back until there’s no space between our bodies. I place my hands over his. He kisses my shoulder as he rocks against me, my hips working in tandem with his.
“I know this won’t be your favorite position, Tre, but I love how close I’ll still be able to hold you.”
He knows I prefer it when he can grind his pubic bone against my clit. Other positions are foreplay, but cowgirl and missionary are my favorites. It’s not just the clit stimulation. It’s being able to see him as we move together. Watching his body. My very own Michelangelo’s David.
“I look forward to exploring. Being with you is better than anything else.”
I twist, and he pushes up higher on his elbow. Our kiss is tender before he pulls out.
“Grasp the headboard.”
I sit up and move to kneel before the wooden bed frame.
I hold on as he instructed. He shuffles until he’s behind me, my knees bracketing his.
He guides me onto his cock, and we both sigh.
It’s so much deeper than when we’re on our side.
It tempts me to reach back to run my fingers through his hair, but I obey his command.
He kisses my shoulder like a moment ago, but he leans forward to kiss down my bicep before working his way back up.
“Ride me, chica.”
It’s permission to set the pace. I rise and fall, noticing my inner walls are more sensitive than before I was pregnant.
It deepens each sensation, making me grow impatient faster.
My moans grow frustrated as I struggle to find the right angle and pace to get me off when nothing’s rubbing my clit.
When he uses his fingers, it feels great, but it’s distracting, especially when his other hand runs up and down my ribs.
“Can’t…get…there.”
My moan turns into an unexpected and uncontrollable sob.
Immediately, Joaquin pulls out. He lifts me like I’m as heavy as the feather wand.
He arranges me onto my back and is back in me within a matter of seconds.
As my clit finally gets the stimulation it needs, we both sigh.
He’s not quite as deep, but all the spots we need to get us off are getting the attention they deserve. He brushes hair back from my face.
“I’ll spend a lifetime watching you watch us make love, and it won’t be long enough, Tre.”
I lift my head from the pillow, straining to kiss him. We roll until I’m straddling him. I’m riding him once more, but it’s completely different. As I rock, I feel my orgasm creeping nearer.
“I’m getting close, Joaco.”
“Come for me, chica. Let me see.”
His hands guide me to the speed he already knows I love as he thrusts beneath me.
“I’m close, Daddy. Don’t stop… So close… Nearly there… Fuck, Joaco. I’m coming.”
Pure satisfaction.
Pure elation.
Pure bliss.