“I couldn’t love you anymore right now, even if I tried to.” She tells me with the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time.
Pushing the leather jacket I have on off my shoulders and throwing it in a heap somewhere behind me, her nimble fingers find their way to the rest of the buttons on my shirt. Once their all open she gives the shirt the same treatment as the jacket, I didn’t think she would get it off, it was that tight around my upper arms, but she managed it just fine. For a split second I start to doubt if I’m doing the right thing, worried that she isn’t ready yet.
“Stop worrying Kane, I’m fine, we’re fine.”
How she knows what I’m thinking is beyond me, but her reassurance is what I needed in order to do this.
Pulling herself away from me, she starts to walk backwards towards our bedroom, leading us inside. She leaves me standing in front of the bed while she moves back slightly, then I see her fling her own jacket carelessly, that’s when I know I’m about to get a good show. She then proceeds to work me up even more, as she un tucks then unbuttons her silk blouse one button at a time, at such a small measured pace, I need her on this bed right fucking now. Fuck this little strip tease she has started, I’m not sure if I can control myself any longer, but I fist my knuckles and bite down on my lip, I manage to stop myself from grabbing her and ripping the rest of her clothes off for her.
But only just.
I am a red blooded male after all, I’d have to be gay or dead not to want the gorgeous woman in front of me, her now being pregnant has made her all the more beautiful in my eyes, the small bump on her stomach which holds my baby, a part of us both, to the small yet noticeable swell of her breasts. Which are currently being held up by just her pink lace bra, with matching pink lace boy shorts and stockings she had on under her skirt. The seriously high heeled shoes she’s wearing, makes her already long and toned legs look even longer. My dick has never been so fucking hard, going as long as I have these past few weeks without sex as been torture. If my hand has been wrapped around my dick once in the shower, then it’s been wrapped around it at least fifty times.
I’m starting to get uncomfortable in these ridiculously tight trousers, I’m actually afraid it’s going to cut off my circulation if I don’t get them off soon. I haven’t even got any boxers on, there wasn’t any room for them.
How some men say that pregnant women aren’t attractive is beyond me. Luce has never looked more stunning, and her being pregnant isn’t going to stop me from making love to her whilst she’s like this, nothing is going to stop me.
Oh Jesus, I’m not going to last long at this rate, my dick is straining against my trousers, my very tight fucking trousers, which I still need to get out of somehow. Otherwise my dick is going to be strangled to death, and I can’t have that it, it’s my most prized possession. This is not going to be fun.
She takes slow, precise steps towards me, like she’s a lioness on the prowl. When she gets to me, her hands start to roam all over my chest, her fingers trace my tattoo.
This is torture.
I make a move to run my hands up her arm, but she stops me, pushing my hands away from her, stopping any thought I had of touching her.
She slides up against me, so we’re chest to chest. Her lips latch on to the outer part of my ear, and just when I think she’s going to cave in and kiss me, the little minx pushes on my shoulders so I land with a bounce on the bed, I prop myself up on my elbows so I can see her, what game is she playing with me. I’ve never seen this side to her before, and boy do I like it, I like it a lot.
“You, Mr Williams, need to take a seat and enjoy.”
Holy shit.
What’s she going to do now. I don’t think I can take much more.
Leaning back on my elbows with my legs still hanging over the edge of the bed, if she’s going to make me suffer then I might as well get comfortable for it.
Edging away from me, so I’m unable to touch her. I see her hands go behind her back. Unclasping her bra, she starts to sway her hips to the music that is still playing in the background. Sliding the straps down her arms, her heavy yet full tits spring free from their confines and all I want to do is get my mouth on them. When I go to stand from the bed, she throws her bra at me at the same time she tells me to stay put.
Commanding Luce, is fucking hot.
Apart from the night in my car I’ve never seen her like this, and I put that night down to all the cocktails she had consumed. Clearly I was wrong. She wants to take control, I’ll let her, just this once as I’m enjoying her little show far too much to stop her, even if it’s killing me to do so.
My eye’s instantly go back to her half naked form once I’ve discarded her bra from where it whacked me in the chest, she begins to slide her boy shorts down her luscious hips, hips that I just want to get my hands on whilst I pound into her.
Once they are pulled over her shoes and stocking’s she’s left on, she turns around so her arse is at eye level with me, bends down to pick her lace shorts up from the floor, without bending at the knees, showing me just how long and slender her legs really are, whilst giving me a great view of her and of what’s to come. I can’t wait to get inside those tight wet lips of hers.
She then turns back around and flings them at me as well, which makes her giggle when they land on my head. Pulling them off me, I scrunch them up and place them in my trouser pocket… she isn't getting them back anytime soon.
That’s two pairs I’ve got now.
With yet more swaying of her hips, she gradually makes her way over to me.
Finally…. We have lift off.
When she reaches me she climbs on top of my legs, placing her hands on my neck, pulling my face closer to her chest, her shoe’s sitting either side of my legs, hanging over the end of bed. I wrap an arm around the back of her waist and lift her up slightly whilst using my other arm to wriggle us both up to the middle of bed, before I lie my head back on the pillow and place my hands behind my head. It she wants the control this time, she’s got it.
She’s now sitting up straight, staring at me while she runs her smooth hands all over my chest. Her earlier confidence seems to be waning. To get her back in the right frame of mind, I tell her.
“Have at me baby girl, I’m all yours do with as you see fit.” It seems to work perfectly as well, the next thing I know her lips and tongue are kissing and licking at one of my nipples.
Jesus fucking Christ, she’s killing me.
Abandoning my nipple, she places wet open mouthed kisses along my abs, adding little bites here and there when she gets to my side of my hips.
Fuck me.
Her fingers somehow manage to flick the button on these stupid trousers, opening them, giving my dick some relief… finally.
When I hear the zip being pulled down, I almost cry out in total happiness. She starts to tug the trousers down my legs, I’m completely sprung free now, at the same time she removes my shoes and socks. I also have to hide a chuckle when I see her face register that I’ve not got any boxers on.
Without any prior warning she takes a hold of my dick in her mouth, sucking it to the back of her throat. Making me practically shoot of the bed in pleasure. Gathering her hair in one of my hands so I can see her, I groan out loud when I see my dick disappear into her hot, wet mouth.
“Oh fuck baby girl, I’ve never seen anything so fucking amazing.” I manage to get out, I’m in pure ecstasy.
Slowing down the pace she’s set herself, she lets my dick go with a pop before she uses that magic fucking tongue of hers to lick around my base and then back up.
I can’t take much more of this, I need to get my hands on her…
So I place my hands under her arms and I gently tug her up to me so she’s now straddling my face with her pussy in my direct line of sight, soaking wet and begging me to feast on it. With her in this position she is forced to hold on to the headboard, which I know must be killing her because she can’t touch me, but she’s had her
fun it’s my time now.
Bending my neck so I can get to her, I snake my tongue out and lick her from her dripping hole, right to her aching clit that I can now see is pulsing. I could come right this second, with just looking at her pussy lips alone.
The second I make contact with her, her juices hit my tongue like a drug infusion that runs through my veins, she tastes sweet and addictive. I will never tire of this, of her body, of her. As I pull her clit between my lips and teeth, her whole body starts to shake above me.
“O… Oh shit Kane, god yes just there, like that.” She moans out. Her legs start a violent shake as she grinds her pussy down harder on to my face, I suck on more vigorously, knowing she’s seconds away from her bliss.
“Please for the love god don’t stop.” She begs, at the same time I see her grip onto the headboard tighter, banging it against the wall.
That’s something I have no intention of doing.
With one last hard pull on her demanding clit and a swift lick to her already dripping pussy lips, her orgasm hits my tongue and the back of my throat in record time. I’ve never had anything so fantastic in my mouth. If I could do this all day every day to her I would. Her thighs that were locked tight around my head when she orgasmed finally relax, licking her gently I bring her back down to earth slowly as her entire body trembles above me.
Eventually she gathers herself together then shuffles herself back down my body so she’s now straddling my hips again, when she’s situated and comfy she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. For what seems like forever we kiss like two horned up teenagers who can’t get enough of each other, nipping and suckling on each other's mouths.
“Make love to me Kane?” She asks me, with her lips still pressed against mine.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Taking one of her hips in my hand, I push her back slightly guiding her onto my waiting dick. Pushing inside her is pure heaven, she’s tight, hot and wet.
“Yes!!” She shouts out, at the same time she sits up and takes me all the way inside of her.
Rocking her hips back and forth, I thumb her clit at the same time to help her along, because by god with the way her tits are bouncing and the way her pussy is gripping me I’m not going to last five fucking seconds longer.
“Shit baby girl, you’re amazing you feel fantastic wrapped around me.”
“Fuck Kane, I… I’m going…” Her words get cut off just as her whole body stiffens with another powerful orgasm. Seeing her in throws of passion, her skin glistening, knowing it’s me that's made her lose control like this. It makes me lose my own control and I follow after her into my own orgasm heaven.
Our breaths are laboured and heavy, she falls forward on her hands unable to hold her upright position any longer.
“Wow… just wow. That was beyond amazing. I needed that, thank you… for everything not just the sex.”
Why she’s thanking me? Doesn’t she know by now that I’d move heaven and earth for her?
Flipping her over so she’s on her back, I take in her shocked face as she looks up at me. Propping myself up on my hand and elbow, I thread one of my legs through hers before saying, “You don’t ever have to thank me for anything baby girl, I promised you years ago I would always look after you and I will in any shape or form. So please don’t think for minute that you owe me anything either, because you don’t.” To keep from protesting I kiss her soft lips once more.
“Now there is food in the oven, do you want it?”
“I’m not hungry, I just want to go to sleep.” She tells me with a yawn. Settling back down, I pull her into my arms with a kiss to her dark wild hair. The minute she’s got herself comfy she’s out like a light, followed by little snores that I’ve always found cute coming from her.
I didn’t sleep a wink last night, I felt fortunate and privileged to have her here with me, just watching her sleep, the small rise and fall off her breathing, the feel of her heart beating up close against me.
I can’t describe what I’m feeling inside my chest at this precise moment, my heart is beating at a calm steady pace, my body is tingling all over. I’m so happy, I love this woman so much, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time, it feels like a lifetime ago when I was sat in my prison cell thinking, counting down the days till I would be able to get the chance to see her again, watching her sleeping now, makes everything I did, everything I went through so very fucking worth it.
And my genius plan to cheer her up worked like a dream, it couldn’t have gone any better. I had her eating out of the palm of my hand from the moment she stepped foot through the door, I now have the biggest smug smile on my face. And nothing is going to wipe it from my face, not in this lifetime, I’ll never stop feeling this way about her no matter what she does, if I can make her this happy every single day of the year, I’d die a very lucky, satisfied man. Content, carefree and untroubled. I’ll do my utmost best to make that happen.
But just when I start getting comfortable in the bed, having Luce lying on my side, her head in the crook of my arm, her free arm wrapped tightly around my naked torso, my pure happy bliss is ruined by the sound of her phone blasting out in the hallway, she left it in her bag by the door when she come home last night. I don’t want her to move, I want to keep her here forever, glued to my side, where no one or nothing could hurt her without getting through me first.
She starts to stir.
No no no stay where you are, stay asleep. I say to myself, not out loud for her to hear. Only she doesn’t stay asleep. She’s wiping her eyes from sleep, before letting them adjust to the light coming in through the window.
“Go back to sleep baby.” I whisper in her ear, making her moan and a shiver to break out over her body, I can see the goosebumps rising on her soft smooth silky skin. She always responds to my voice, I don’t even have to touch her.
“What time is it?” She asks me as she does a full body stretch, to the point she let’s out a massive groan and her legs start to shake.
“Was that stretch good baby girl?” I say on a laugh. “It’s only half eight, so…. go back to sleep.” I pull her into me, hoping she’ll do just that, but she does the opposite. She tries to pull herself free from my hold.
“Let me go.. I need to pee.. The baby is sitting on my bladder.” I release my hold on her immediately, feeling a tad sorry that I was keeping her, making her and the baby uncomfortable.
“Was that my phone, that just rang?” She shouts from the bathroom. I groan, I could lie and tell her she was hearing things, but I’ve lied to her enough already, so I opt to tell her the truth.
“Yeah, it was. If it’s important whoever it was will ring back.” I shout back through the wall. Just as quick as the words come out my mouth, the phone starts ringing again. Fuck sake.
“Must be important then.” She sings at me as she passes the bed and me, making her way towards the front door to grab her phone from her bag.
I don’t hear her greet the caller on the other end, in fact I don’t hear much, that is until I hear Luce shouting.
“You fucking what? I don’t believe you, why should I after everything you’ve just told me?” She doesn’t sound pleased to whatever the person has just told her. Just then all the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention, then a feeling of dread overtakes my whole body. I jump up out of the bed, making a grab for my boxers on the floor but quickly realised I didn’t wear any with the stupid fucking tight trousers I was wearing last night.
Fuck it. Something tells me I haven’t got time to rummage through the draws to try and locate a pair of my boxers, I need to get to Luce, I need to see her face, fuck I need to know who’s on the other end of that phone.
“Luce?” I shout out to her whilst I run for my life from her bedroom out into the livingroom, almost falling to my arse when I try to stop just short of where she’s standing. Her back is facing me when I enter the room. I can’t she her face, I don’t know how she’s
feeling or what’s running through her head. I need her to turn around and face me. As if on queue she hears my silent prayer, she turns to face as she speaks.
“This can’t be happening. Is this true?” I feel my heart shatter into tiny little fragments all around me, just the look in her eyes tells me my whole world has fell apart right in front of me. I don’t need to see who’s on the call to know who she’s speaking to.
I already know the answer.
The devil herself.
I’ve officially run out of time… and luck.
Lucy
A s much as I wanted to stay put in bed with Kane this morning, I couldn’t. The baby wouldn’t let me. Never in my life have I wanted to pee so bad, if he didn’t let me go when he did, well I would have just wet myself, right there and bloody then. I do my business on the toilet whilst I play with the dead ends of my hair. (God it needs a cut, desperately.) I think about last night and how good I felt when I finally closed my eyes. Where my bold, ecrotic, seductiveness come from I don’t know. My hormones are playing havoc, one minute I couldn’t stand the thought of having Kane’s massive cock inside of me, to not getting enough of him and trying my best to take the lead. Although, I think it may have worked out better than I could have possibly imagined. He didn’t complain when I started stripping in front of him, when I got a glimpse of him when I bent down, I saw fire and hunger in his eyes, this only spurred me on more, so I started getting a bit daring with myself by throwing my underwear at him. I had to laugh at the site before me. From the moment I walked through the door and saw what he was dressed like, I’d say I’m where I’m supposed to be. Here with Kane, and our little bean.
I flush the toilet and wash my hands in the sink, when I start to dry them I remember I heard my phone ring.
“Was that my phone, that just rang?” I ask him. Just to clarify I’m not hearing things. Before I forget I slip on my red silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Since being pregnant I have a memory like a siv, everything goes through one ear and out the other, or I just completely forget. The other day I went to put the milk back in the fridge, but it almost ended up in the microwave. I’m always doing silly things like that.
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