Yet as soon as my fingers start to move again, Rose fucking comes right away—really fucking hard. She grips my cock in both hands when she’s barely even finished.
I take in one last glimpse of Rose’s remarkable eyes in the ensuing blur, and in the literal blink of an eye, she’s moved down to my cock, licking slowly from the base up to the tip—and back.
“Ah, Jesus Christ!” I yelp as she keeps going.
Then she stops abruptly, and I hear myself still breathing heavily, my head sinking into the pillow.
“You like teasing, do you?” I hear her coo.
“I...I think I just lost all sense of space and time.”
I await Rose’s response—but I’m not prepared for the sensation of her tongue moving slowly around my cock again, exploring every facet of it, every nuance.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m losing sense of space and time.
Maybe I’m on a squeaky mattress in a rented loft somewhere on the southern coast of Brooklyn, but when Rose takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, I might as well be on another planet, in another universe, in another dimension.
I could be anywhere and have no idea which way is up because I think my mind is melting.
I moan loudly and deeply, but it sounds somewhere off in the distance. I’m just floating here, in this realm of unheard-of beauty and pleasure.
“Argh!”
I open my eyes to see the ceiling of the loft clearly as I come crashing down from whatever high I was on—and now I’m coming all over the wall behind the bed.
The mattress is starting to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, and the springs are making an ungodly noise. I don’t know why, and I can’t be bothered to care.
Every last ounce of emotional and physical tension has been thoroughly drained from me—and I still feel small waves of euphoric pleasure traveling through my limbs.
“Hey!”
I look over my left shoulder, toward the sound of Rose’s voice, and I see why the mattress is making so much noise.
Rose is on her feet, in the middle of the mattress, bouncing up and down lightly.
“I know jumping’s not a good idea,” she says, “but this is fun enough.”
The vision of Rose’s tits bobbing wildly sends all my blood rushing straight back to my cock. I immensely enjoy watching Rose take in that show with sheer joy, even clapping her hands a couple times as she witnesses my dick springing to rock-hard life.
I roll over onto my other side and see my pants on the floor. I reach into the left front pocket and pull out my wallet.
“What are you doing?” Rose asks casually, still bouncing.
I pull out the one condom I have, hidden behind my driver’s license.
“I’m trying to always have one on me no matter what.” I place the condom in an easy-to-reach spot by a pillow.
“You ready to use that now?”
I turn back towards Rose and bask in the sight of her smiling and lightly bouncing. I have no doubt it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
I lie silently and appreciate this perfect moment.
Then I rise to my feet, facing Rose as she continues to jump up and down, grinning radiantly.
“I’m just putting it nearby—the condom, I mean...in case I need it later.”
I see Rose helping herself to an eyeful of my cock, which is still as stiff as it’s ever been.
“But first,” I continue, “it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To feel so good that you’ll rise above the limits of time and space.”
“Um, okay. Then give me my fucking turn already.”
Rose
Rise above the limits of time and space, he says.
Hmm.
Daniel’s wording gives me pause for a second. I mean, it can’t be that good for him― or anyone, for that matter. It just sounds a bit over the top and kind of strange.
But I’m not averse to seeing what Daniel has in store for me.
Not while he’s standing across from me on the bed, his hard cock just a few inches away from me and the sun coming through the venetian blinds and glistening off his chiseled physique.
Heck, I’ll even make the first move—well, he’s moving, too—and we both fall toward each other and into each other’s arms...
And we lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress and inciting it to squeak like it’s maybe never squeaked before.
“I don’t know about you,” Daniel says softly after placing a small kiss on my shoulder, “but I think sticking to memory foam is a good idea these days.”
Daniel moves his gentle kissing closer to my tits.
“Agreed,” I reply breathily. “Or at least something quieter than metal...ooh…springs.”
This mattress is clearly not made out of memory foam, however, or any quiet material, as the springs continue their brash, creaky tune.
When Daniel and I get back to the modern world with more discreet mattresses, we can have all the quiet fun we want.
But today, in Coney Island, shit’s gonna get loud.
Daniel’s progressing gradually down toward my belly button, and I’m already writhing with the sensuality of his perfect kisses and the anticipation of where he’s going to be focusing very shortly.
I squirm with increasing intensity when I feel heat and the energy of Daniel’s mouth getting deliciously close to my cunt. When he finally gets so near to it that the anticipation is overwhelming and I’m nearly grinding my ass on the sheets and about to come a second time, he stops and stays still.
“You fucking tease, Daniel! What’s with you today?”
As I fully expect him to, Daniel remains motionless―yet so close. Motionless and close enough that I start writhing slowly again…and breathing heavily…and feeling my body temperature climb to Himalayan heights.
“Oh.”
I’m even moaning a bit, and he hasn’t even fucking started again.
Oh, there he goes, licking my left inner thigh so carefully, so meticulously, getting as close as he can to my actual goddamn pussy—close enough that I’m nearly ready to grab his head and shove his face in it, but stopping to move to my right inner thigh and running his tongue in maddening cycles getting closer, so enticingly close to it feeling so amazingly good…
Yet I know it’s coming, I know he’ll get there, and the thought of that moment soon to come elicits a small pleasured moan, followed by a louder moan as the moment does come.
Daniel works my pussy with his skillful tongue, licking my lips from bottom to top and taking his sweet, wonderful, fucking miraculous time.
I hear my voice groaning crudely and riotously, sounding just out of fucking control.
Because I am out of fucking control. Holy shit.
Daniel’s tongue is making the transition from the wide focus of slowly licking my pussy to moving in more intricate patterns, crisscrossing and moving diagonally, all while maintaining that same deliberate, thorough approach.
“Oh, holy shit!” My exclamation almost sounds like a prayer the way I say it.
I sink deeper into the bed, or I feel like I’m sinking deeper at least. I’m staring up at the ceiling, nothing but a plain white surface and a small lighting fixture. But I can tell my vision is getting blurry and everything is taking on a faint, colorful aura.
Daniel’s tongue is now orbiting my clit, taking painstaking care to get near, but not too near it.
I notice that I’m moving in the same rhythm and at the same measured tempo as Daniel’s tongue-work—thrusting my cunt back and forth.
“Don’t stop, keep it up, keep doing it.”
The words are absconding from my mouth; I can’t help but blab them out. That’s how badly I need for this to continue.
I hear my own feral groaning kick in again as Daniel’s tongue reaches my clit. It sounds almost as if it’s coming from another room or another universe.
My eyes are closed now, and I’m seeing weak colors. Dani
el’s tongue continues another long, leisurely lap, and I start yelling gibberish as I’m consumed by a massive climax.
At some point during my historic orgasm, I open my eyes and see the white ceiling, and I hear my own tense, excited breathing crest then gradually lose intensity as I’m overcome by a remarkable sense of calm.
My vision comes back into focus in plenty of time to see Daniel crawl up next to me.
Daniel’s eyes are on me, and they’re amazingly easy to read—they’re full of adoration, jubilance, and anticipation of what I’m going to say next.
“Fuck, Daniel, you’re right.”
Daniel gingerly clears a few hairs from my face. He’s positively glowing with warmth, and so am I.
“So…did you rise above the limits?”
“I think so. I definitely climbed to some crazy heights, and I fell gently back to earth.”
“Making you feel that way makes me feel that way, if that makes sense.”
“I think so.”
Daniel’s glowing with warmth, with love, as he regards me quietly.
I could stay like this for eternity.
“I feel like you’ve got something more to say, Rose.”
“Um, I do. This is like the ultimate afterglow right now.”
Daniel falls onto his back so he’s facing the ceiling, and I do the same so we’re lying side by side, in the same position, looking skyward.
Simply lying like this next to Daniel feels really freaking good.
“More accurate words have never been spoken, Rose. But...”
Daniel lets his unfinished thought hang there until I have to sit up on the bed and confront him about it.
“But what?”
Daniel sits up and turns toward me.
“But if that’s the case, then we wouldn’t really need to continue. At least not today...”
“Yeah, if we’re that satisfied...”
“Do you really want to call it a day already?”
“Not on your fucking life, my friend.”
“Me, neither.”
“Good.”
We tumble straight into each other and pick up our earlier, untamed kiss where we left it, our tongues acting ravenous and insatiable.
Somehow, we ignite a sort of wrestling match while we’re kissing, with both of us leaning hard into each other.
Ultimately, Daniel relents, and he ends up flat on his back with me on top of him.
“Okay,” Daniel says after we’re done kissing and starts unwrapping his condom. “I’m glad I had this with me.”
“Are you sure you need that? Today?”
“Maybe, maybe not, but it’s open now, and I’d like you to do the honors.”
Alright, it’s not so bad. I can obviously get his cock to full rigidity at any time I choose, and if he needs this before we fuck, well, it could be a fun little ritual.
I sit up and move slightly back, straddling Daniel and getting into prime position for more transcendent pleasure.
After taking the condom from Daniel’s hand, I begin shifting my weight up and down very softly, activating the mattress squeak sounds and allowing my tits to bounce nicely.
I smile with a touch of campiness as I hold up the condom.
I regard Daniel’s throbbing, rigid dick, appreciating the way it bounces subtly with the mattress. I’m well on my way back to being soaking wet, but feeling Daniel’s deeply firm cock under my fingers as I lovingly roll on the condom is enough to get me beyond ready.
I slither up and situate myself above Daniel’s exquisite member. As if we’re a world-class gymnastic team turning in a gold medal performance, we move fluidly together as Daniel’s cock starts making its way into my wet, waiting pussy.
Daniel’s cock proceeds to slide perfectly into my cunt, and I savor the sensation while easing myself down.
Things get blurry as I take in more of Daniel’s dick, and the surges of blindingly intense pleasure blooms into an ecstatic sea of bliss with each new inch.
And we’re only getting started.
I only take about half of Daniel’s dick at first, and that feels amazing enough, but the transcendence starts to kick in the third or fourth time when I lower myself completely onto his cock and we start gradually increasing our tempo.
My vision blurs, and the world starts shaking mildly, and I hear Daniel’s voice and my voice roaring in a duet of pure rapture.
I close my eyes tight to focus fully on the sensation of Daniel’s gigantic cock fitting me perfectly, again and again.
How could anything possibly feel this fucking good?
I lean backward a little and throw my head back in bliss. Our hands find their way to each other’s bodies, with Daniel stroking my tits and me lightly caressing his toned pecs.
That’s as much as we can take, and we both come with abandon.
After yet another journey to the sublime, Daniel and I lay on our backs, looking wordlessly at the vacant ceiling as the afternoon sun shines on us through the blinds.
Rose
“I can’t believe I’m five months pregnant already.”
A nostalgic burst of energy plants a smile on my face as I lovingly rub my swelling belly.
Daniel tosses me a grin and places his hand over mine. “Is the baby kicking right now?”
“If I stay very still, we can probably feel some light little flutters,” I explain and take his hand to direct it over to the top of my little mound.
“Here…” I whisper and bite my lip in concentration. “Keep your hand right here.”
I press his hand onto my belly, and after a few seconds, the baby responds with a sharp and swift kick with the cutest little accuracy.
Daniel squeals and move his hand over my belly, laughing with delight. “Holy shit, we have a little soccer player bouncing around in there!”
“I know!” I shriek with happiness and glance out the passenger side window.
We’re in the car, en route to our next doctor’s appointment. The doctor explained that this visit will cover the anatomy scan.
I grin back at Daniel. “I’m so excited to find out if it’s a boy or a girl.”
Daniel takes my hand and squeezes it. “I’ll be beyond thrilled and over the moon either way,” he confesses.
“Me, too,” I say and give him a warm smile in return. “I can’t wait to see the little pictures of his or her cute and chubby face.”
“That will indeed be one of the best parts.” Daniel stares out the windshield in front of him and laughs with the fondness of anticipation.
“One thing is for sure…” I begin.
“What’s that, sweetie?” He turns to glance at me.
“This baby is going to be incredibly loved.”
“Hell yeah, they are.” Daniel chuckles. “Spoiled, too.”
“By your mom, I’m sure,” I tease and roll my eyes.
“Speaking of which,” Daniel says and unscrews the cap to his water bottle before glugging down a few sips. “She’s going to meet us at the hospital.”
“When? Today?” I ask and reposition myself in the seat. I hate to complain that it’s already becoming so uncomfortable to complete simple tasks when I’m only halfway there.
“Yep.” Daniel nods. “She can’t wait to find out the gender either.”
“Maybe we should have a gender reveal party.” I propose the idea. “It would be fun. Don’t you think?” I give Daniel a glance.
He nods. “Absolutely. I think that would be perfect. We could invite friends and family over, and then maybe pull pink or blue balloons out of a box or something like I’ve seen on social media.”
I’m thrilled at the idea. “We sure have come a long way, haven’t we?”
“It’s been a whirlwind of fun,” Daniel admits with a chuckle.
We live in one of his resort hotels now, still in Manhattan, but it’s his newest venture and his “other baby”, so to speak.
I love all the perks of luxurious amenities, and the process of adapting
was exponentially short for me.
At first, we were a little surprised to learn of the pregnancy because Daniel was still having a difficult time coming without a condom in place.
The way the doctor explained it to us was there was the possibility that the condom we used could have had a hole in it, or perhaps there was so much cum in that one load that it overflowed and spilled out of the condom and into me.
Pretty sure that was it because Daniel has some fucking massive loads of cum.
Either way, we are taking this lovely little surprise of nature as a beautiful blessing and a fateful gift from the universe. It was meant to be, condom issue or not.
I turn away, looking back out the window so that Daniel won’t become alarmed by my tears, although they’re the happy kind.
I’m remarkably blessed and have so much to be thankful for. Over the last several months, I’ve become closer and closer to his mom, and the gesture of her coming to the hospital to meet us today might seem minor, but to me it’s astronomical.
When we get to the hospital, Daniel squeezes into a spot in the parking garage that’s conveniently just outside of the elevator doors.
Relief flushes over me as I realize I won’t have to trot far to get there because the baby is currently using my bladder as its first ever squeeze toy.
When we get to the lobby of my doctor’s office on the eighth floor, I hear the familiar chime of Daniel’s mom’s voice.
“Hello!” she greets us and gleefully jogs over to wrap her arms around me and my baby bump.
I open my arms to embrace her, too, as she pats me on the back, and then she pulls away to size me up, drinking me in with joy.
“Darling…you look incredible.”
“Thanks.” I shift my weight with embarrassment and tuck an unruly strand of hair behind my ear. “I feel like a whale.”
“Are you kidding?” She clicks her tongue to protest defiantly. “You are stunning, truly glowing.”
“Well, if you keep it up with the compliments, I just may get a swelled head, too,” I joke.
“Anytime you need a boost of self-confidence, just let me know, and I’ll be happy to indulge you.” She winks at me and whispers, “Pregnancy looks good on you, kid.”
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