39. Eric
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
ERIC
We kiss, tongues clashing, as if swallowing each other is the only way to believe that this is real.
I made Amanda come on my tongue, my name on her lips.
I cup her shoulder and hold her to me, her body damp against mine.
She glides her thigh over my hip, hooking her ankle under my ass and pushing me forward.
My cock lands on her clit, and pulses against it.
“Amanda,” I whisper against her mouth. “I want inside you.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
Tongues, teeth, and madness take over again until I balance my weight on my forearms. Every inch of me loves the way she feels under me, even as I arch my middle so I don’t crash her stomach.
When I gaze at her panting lips and glassy eyes, I dart my tongue out and lick the trail of perspiration between her breasts.
She’s running her hands all over me—back, shoulders, ass, nape.
Soft and rough, tender and demanding. I soak in the redemption of her touch because I feel not just forgiven but worthy.
Then I shift just a little, and her belly bumps my stomach. I adjust, and that puts the weight of my hips against the lower curve of her belly. I grab her leg, and that puts pressure on her chest.
She cups my face, then smooths the frown above my nose. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
I groan, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. “I’m going to hurt him.”
“You’re sexy when you worry.” She kisses my shoulder, neck, and frowns. “Should I be on top?”
I nod, brushing my nose against hers. “Please. I’ll elbow the kid.”
We chuckle, and the movement makes my shaft rub against her folds. I never knew you could feel this turned on and safe at once.
It takes a little finessing to shift positions, easing her on top of me, guiding her thighs over mine.
Once she’s on my hips, I cup both breasts with my hands.
They’ve gotten huge in the past month, and the sides spill between my fingers, making my cock twitch against her.
Amanda grabs me at the base and rubs my head between her folds, then strokes it against her swollen clit and moans.
She rocks her hips against me, and my head throbs every time it hits her clit, her tits bouncing with the motion.
“I’m a whale,” she murmurs, brushing hair from her face.
“You’re stunning.”
I twist a nipple between my fingers, and she bites her lip.
“Too much?”
“Usually no, a little much now.”
Before I can drop my hands off her, she brings my palm back up and squeezes, kneading her left breast together until I know exactly how much is too much.
Her gaze locks on my hands, my skin against hers.
I keep flicking my eyes between the head of my cock between her dripping pussy lips and her flushed cheeks, a trail of sweat rolling down her forehead.
Drops of precum bead at my tip, a third one coming out when she licks her lips.
“Even if this doesn’t work—”
She swallows my words with her lips, but her eyes search mine to make sure I don’t want to stop. I may die if we do. She coats me with her slick again, rubbing me between the folds of her outer lips until my head nudges her entrance.
I grab her hips. “Condom?”
“I’m not going to get more pregnant.”
I sit up halfway and lap her nipple. “I got tested.”
She lowers herself on me, our breaths hitching and eyes locked on each other until I’m sheathed halfway inside her.
“Fuck,” I whisper, tipping my head back without dropping her gaze.
“You’re so long.” She gasps.
I tighten my hold on her thighs. “And you’re so tight, babe.” I suck her nipple into my mouth, then exhale around it. “But you need me inside you as much as I need it.”
With my words, she opens to the rest of me, her slickness gripping me like a vise—too much and not enough. “Oh, hell…” I help her lift her hips up and down again, thrusting upward with every push. “Amanda—”
“Don’t speak.” She’s breathless, gasping. “Just feel me, Eric.”
My cock grows harder inside her with the sound of my name.
She rocks her hips slowly, finding what works for both of us.
Amanda angles forward, then back with pushing her tits against my cheeks as I lick the skin between them.
When she shifts her weight to the right, my strokes rub against her, making her squeeze around me.
Amanda is seven months pregnant, and she’s going so slow it makes it even more real and achingly good.
With every thrust, I brush against the right spot, and she tightens like a vise, sweat beading down her forehead and on her left nipple.
I lift my hips against her so roughly that we both moan and she has to steady herself on my chest.
Hands on my shoulders, holding me close, she rolls her hips, pushing me into her deeply. We’re in synch, dragging sighs, whimpers, and each other’s names into the air. I reach for her breasts, nipples pebbling against my palms.
“You feel…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
She leans down to kiss me. Her kiss is messy, more lapping lips than tongue in mouth. Her breath catches, and her movements turn sharper, needier. Knowing I’m going to make Amanda come around my dick drives my every thought.
She gasps, her channel fluttering around me. “Feel me,” she says, grabbing at my arms, so we’re embracing—my left one wrapped around her back, my lips sucking on her collarbone.
“It’s me. My skin, my lips, my breasts, my pussy clenching for your cock. Feel all of me.”
Her movements become erratic. I reach between us to circle her clit. “I feel you,” I whisper. “Let me feel you come all over me, baby. Clench that sweet pussy around my cock and let me give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
With a moan, she shudders, pulsing around me, and all the longing and restraint I’ve carried for years crashes through me until I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.
The pressure at the bottom of my spine, the sensation, spreads until my entire body feels on pins and needles, and I peak.
My cock hardens, swells, and I spill inside her.
Each pulse of my dick feels surreal, twitching against the depths of her and making both of us moan again and again.
She’s boneless, but I’m not. I’m thrusting up and digging my fingers into her so I can prolong a climax that already feels never-ending.
We kiss through a release so full of history makes it all worth it.
My body seizes under hers, emptying and emptying years of hope into her as she trembles through the aftershocks.
She crashes against me, sweaty, shaking, and beautiful as hell.
When I soften enough to slip out of her, we turn on our sides, and I place a pillow under her feet.
Between her legs, she’s red, swollen, and my cum slips out of her, making my cock twitch.
I want to do it all over again. Make sure it’s not a fluke.
Our eyes meet above her flexed knee, and she nods, smiling.
I take a finger to her and swirl both my pleasure and hers, push it back into her, and when more of my release leaks from her, I do the same.
When I look back at Amanda, her gaze is fixed on my cock, hard again, a bead of white cum still at the tip.
“Push it all back in,” she whispers.
I rub my fingers around her inner lips again and dip two fingers back into her. Her clit pops out from between her folds, swollen and red for me.
“Want to come again?” I ask, trailing my thumb close to her nub but without touching.
She lets out a shaky exhale. “I want to kiss more.” She croaks out the words as if she has to choose. “Lie with me.”
I push my fingers in one more time before crawling to her side.
When I mold my front to her back, the room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and her heartbeat against my chest. She snakes her arms until she finds my right hand, and intertwines my sticky fingers with hers, then brings my knuckles to her mouth, kisses each of them, and finally, circles my index finger with her tongue.
After bringing our hands to the low part of her belly, I kiss her shoulder.
Amanda’s belly shapes around a limb, as the baby moves under my touch.
“Hey,” I whisper, pressing into her belly. A strong, steady kick thumps back.
Her next words come through a smile. “He always knows when we’re having a moment.” She brushes her thumb over the back of my palm. “This should’ve been you and me from the start,” she says. “I should have kept you closer.”
“Hey.” I lean on my elbow and shift her to look into her eyes. “I didn’t keep myself together.”
Her gaze flickers, but I won’t let her avoid my eyes. “You have to raise another man’s child for us to be together.”
“Beckett’s mine.” I dip down so my lips touch hers. “However it happened, you’re making me a dad.”
I hold her for a long time, letting her feel that there’s no fear or expectation, just clarity. “I want to ask you something soon. Not tonight. But… soon.”
She meets my eyes. “Anytime.”