40. Amanda #3
“One second.” He pushes his knees between my legs and thrusts from a lower angle. I moan with his next stroke, the skin on my back prickling into goose bumps.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His grip on my hips tightens as he hooks his other under my belly, dragging my back against him to meet him thrust for thrust.
“Look at me.”
His eyes shoot open, and when I bite my lips in pleasure, a crimson blush travels up his chest, and loses his pace. His hipbone slaps against my asscheeks, skin rippling between us when he bottoms out. I whimper, pleasure dancing with soreness, when his head hits so deep.
“Hold on,” he mutters, and without slipping out grabs the small pillow by his knee and places it right below where our bodies meet. “Slide back with me.”
I move back when he thrusts forward, and the pressure makes my eyes roll, only able to keep them halfway open. It’s all bliss now—no trace of anything else.
“Better?”
His next stroke drags right against my G-spot, and I can only nod.
“What did you do?” I whimper.
“The pillow makes sure I don’t go as deep.” As he speaks, his hand snakes lower down my swollen belly, until he finds my clit. “Your cervix is sensitive in the third trimester. I don’t—Fuck.” The curse becomes something between a moan and a hiss.
“Does it feel good for you if it’s not as deep?” I pant, as he coats his fingers in our pleasure before circling my clit again.
“So good… I’m going to come if you keep talking to me.”
“How does your cock look inside my pussy?”
His cock hardens at my words and I get my clit pinched in response.
“Shit.”
The pillow drops between us when our rhythm falters. It barely register, his fingers digging in my hip to hold me in place so the ridge of his shaft brushes against the back of my clit. Our skin slaps together with one deep, long thrust that makes my channel flutter tightly around him.
“I’m so fucking close.”
Each word we meet in the middle, his hips pushing forward and mine back.
The slap of sweaty skin becomes the soundtrack to our lovemaking, drowning the room against skin.
Until he pinches my clit against his thumb, and I explode around him.
My inner muscles spasm around Eric’s dick, and I feel him harden even more with the closeness of his own orgasm.
“Amanda.” Then he drapes his torso over my back. He keeps the strokes at a steady, deep pace while he rubs my clit, prologuing pleasure so intense I didn’t even know I could reach.
With his sweaty chest against my skin, he turns his face to me, landing open mouth kisses on my jaw and neck.
“You need to come again for me.” His breath falls at the base of my neck, tongue lapping against my pulse.
“I can’t.”
“You.” Thrust. “Need.” Thrust. “To.” Thrust. “I need you to.” He turns his head until his eyes meet mine in the mirror again, his teeth closing around my shoulder, as his long and punishing strokes sooth the sting of his bite. “Now.”
As he shouts, he pinches my clit again, throwing me over another climax when I hadn’t ever really left the first one. When my pussy tightens again, his cock swells, thrust after thrust, until his entire body shivers pressed against mine.
With every pulse, I feel the warmth of his orgasm spilling into me. Just like then, I can’t look away from Eric’s mouth twisted in ecstasy. He can’t look away from me either, tongue tracing his teeth mark and kissing every inch of skin he can reach without pulling himself out of me.
The truth of this moment strikes me with another surge of warmth from his pleasure: I’m thoroughly his, and he is completely mine. That night I ran away, tonight I’m running forward. With him.
He takes in deep breaths, his chest expanding against my back, and slides his hand away from my clit to caress my stomach.
“Roll to the left with me.”
I nod against his cheek, and gently, he grabs onto my hips until we’re on our sides. His cock is still lodged half-hard inside me, and not an inch of space between us. From my shoulders to my thighs, Eric squeezes and massages asking softly if I’m sure he wasn’t too rough.
“How did you know?” When he doesn’t answer, I add, “About the pillow.”
He drops a kiss to my temple. “I’ve read everything you can imagine about pregnancy.”
“Including doggy-style sex?”
He rubs his nose behind my earlobe. “And side by side. And reverse cowgirl.”
I shift forward, still in his hold but enough that I can turn back to look at him. “Have you read about anything other than pregnancy fucking?”
He tickles my exposed side, and when I wiggle, he cock twitches inside me.
“Very funny,” he says, drawing my hair away from my face and lifting himself on his elbow. The shift makes his dick throb again. “I fucked you on my knees.”
“You did.”
He licks his lips, and I kiss them before his tongue’s back in his mouth.
“You get what I was trying to show you?”
I nod. Anything we do won’t ever be remotely like anything we’ve ever done with anyone else.
Eric doesn’t just love me; he has for a long time.
I smile and give him another kiss. “I think you need to teach me about side by side fucking.”
He smiles against my cheek. “Give me a few minutes, woman.”
I love him too.