Chapter Six #3
Two hours later, Nikki’s body is limp from the excursions it has gone through.
At nine months pregnant, she and Austin have learned some creative ways to make love.
Today he has been a perfect mix of fierce and gentle, the combination similar to how Nikki sees Austin.
She is thoroughly spent but her body continues to crave another release.
Austin had gone downstairs a few minutes ago claiming that the needed sustenance and left her in the bed, needy and wanting. Moving as quickly as her body allows, Nikki grabs her silk robe from the back of the closet and gingerly makes her way down the stairs towards the kitchen.
Her heart flutters when she watches Austin stand at the stove, a pair of denim jeans hanging low on his hips, the two dimples residing on the lower portion of this back drawing her attention.
She loves those dimples. The muscles in his back bunch as he flips something in the pan resting on the stove and Nikki licks her lips wanting to feel the muscles beneath her hands.
She must have let out a groan because Austin turns around quickly, his eyes heating as he takes in her silk robe, only good for covering her breasts as the rest of her is left exposed.
“Damn,” Austin bellows under his breath as his eyes stroll up and down her body while he walks over to where she stands perched against the kitchen table, his food long since forgotten.
Nikki bites her lower lip seductively, knowing that that move is one of Austin’s weaknesses and she’s rewarded with an animalistic growl from deep in his chest.
“Are you sore?” he questions as he presses his body against hers, the fingers of his left hand reaching up to her neck, tilting it to the side where his lips press against her pulse point.
“N…no. I’m not sore,” she answers as her hands rest on his waist, gliding down to relax on the top of his jeans.
His fingers glide down from her neck to trace a heated line on the inner side of her breasts before slipping the knot of her robe loose. He brushes the silk material from her shoulders and stands back to gaze at her, her hands falling from his hips, the robe dropping to the floor.
“Austin,” she says on a pant.
“What do you need, darlin’?”
“You. All of you.”
With a cock of his head, he strokes a hand across her breasts and her breath hitches at the contact, the sensitive skin sending tingles across her body.
“Turn around and place your hands on the table.”
Following his command, she turns her body to face the table and the large room on the opposite side and rests her hands on the solid wooden top. She feels as his body presses against hers, his thighs anchoring hers, his muscled chest against her back.
His breath tickles against her ear as he bends his face toward her, his lips touching the outer shell of her ear.
She shivers as a single fingertip travels down the side of her body, moves across her hips and thighs, and shifts towards the apex of her thighs.
“Am I going to find you wet for me?”
Unable to speak she hums out an unintelligible noise.
“Fuck, yes you are,” he growls as he strokes his finger through her folds. “Damn, you’re soaked.”
“Austin, please,” she whimpers as she begins to rock herself against his hand, her body unable to control its need for more.
Austin rotates his body slightly and she can hear as each tooth is freed by the slider on his zipper, the tiny clicks awakening her body further. She purrs as his thumb circles around her clit while he steps out of his jeans.
He brushes an opened mouth kiss on her shoulder at the same moment that his engorged cock presses against her opening.
“Yes,” she cries out when his erection fills her completely.
“Hold on, baby. I need it hard,” Austin commands as he slides from her body and then back to the hilt.
“That’s what I want too. Hard and fast. I want all of you.”
“You got it, love.”
She rocks against him, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance. He reaches up and grasps her breast roughly, earning himself a cry from between her lips. His hand stretches up to her neck and jerks her up to a standing position, twisting her head to capture his lips with hers.
The sex is rough, fierce, animalistic. It’s them.
“I’m going to come. Shit,” she roars out against his lips as her body begins to quake under his touch.
Both of his hands grasp her hips as he begins to enter her more forcefully, seeking his own release.
“Fuck,” he shouts as his fingers tighten against her skin.
As his seed spills deep inside her body he leans forward and presses another kiss to her shoulder.
“I guess I owe you a lunch now, beautiful.”
Turning in his arms she smiles coyly.
“How about the jalapeno poppers you mentioned earlier? Those sound really amazing right now.”
“Anything for you. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll get started on them?”
“I love you, Austin.”
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
That night Nikki lies in her bed, Austin’s arms wrapped tightly around her abdomen. Her body is spent, the muscles completely relaxed, but her mind whirls with thoughts and visions of the next few hours and days to come.
She glances at her alarm clock once more and concludes her count. Two minutes apart.
“Austin,” she says as she turns and nudges his arm.
“Hm,” he groans.
“It’s time.”