by Penny Wylder
I kiss him softly, gently, and he pushes in deeper. Impossibly deep until I think he’s all the way. I feel like I can’t breathe but it also feels good in a way I can’t describe. Ambient and cloudy but delightful. “Is it what you hoped for?”
He groans loudly. “More than. And I plan on taking your ass in every position imaginable, now that you can take it.”
“Is that right?”
“It is.” It’s a matter-of-fact statement. “And now I have all your firsts.”
“They were always yours,” I say. “Always.”
Tristan pulls back and thrusts in and oh. My. God. That feels strange and amazing and suddenly he’s thrusting into my ass and I think that I might come. My clit is so brutally sensitive that I think a simple breeze would send me over the edge, and he hasn’t touched it once since I came. The friction in my ass is spreading erotic sensation to every part of me, and I love it. It’s a deeper and sweeter feeling than I’m used to, and when this orgasm comes it’s because Tristan is fucking deep, steadily, and angling himself just right.
The explosion rolls in like the tide, starting in my clit and spinning outwards until I’m completely overcome. It feels so good that I can’t even scream if I wanted to. Tristan puts his mouth on my skin, kissing my neck and collarbone, holding me close as he drives into me, before cursing far too loudly and pouring his cum into my ass. The heat inside makes me ache with need. I could go again right now if he wanted to, and I would.
I rest my forehead against his, and we breathe together. “That was so weird,” I tell him. “But amazing. You’re going to have to do that again.”
He laughs. “Don’t worry, Nicola. I like your ass too much to stay away for long.”
“What kind of plan do you have?”
“Well,” he says, pretending to not have already thought of it. “I’m going to sit for a few minutes right here with my wife in my lap, and I’m going to drink my coffee. Then I’m going to stand you up, bend you over that railing and give your ass the fucking it truly deserves, and I don’t give a shit if the neighbors see or hear.”
I smile. He’s been calling me his wife for weeks even though we’re not married yet. “Are you going to untie my hands while we sit here?”
Tristan lifts his coffee cup to his lips. “No, I am not. In fact, I might just gag you again.”
“Before you do,” I say. “I have one more surprise for you.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Seriously? This was already a pretty good surprise.”
“I think this one might be better, and it’s another first. Since my hands are useless, the surprise is in the pocket.”
Fishing inside the pocket of the hoodie, he finds the small object that I put there. A stick, with two pink lines. At first he just stares at it, uncomprehending. But the moment he puts it together his gaze flicks to mine. “Really?”
I nod. “Really.”
He blows out a breath. “Holy shit.” Then his face breaks out in a huge smile. “Holy shit!” His hand wraps around the back of my neck, drawing me close for the most blistering kiss I’ve ever experienced in our relationship.
We haven’t used condoms since that first day in my parents’ basement, and about three months ago we decided that I would go off the pill and we would let whatever happened to happen. But we both knew that it would end up like this. We’ve had sex probably at least twice a day for the last six months.
Tristan lifts up the sweatshirt and places his hand on my stomach. It’s a warm, gentle gesture, and in that one motion I know everything I need to about how he’s feeling and how he’ll be as a father. But I still find the words slipping out of my mouth. “You’re happy?”
There are tears in his eyes. “I’m over the fucking moon. God, Nicola. Do you have any idea just how much I love you?”
“I have some clue, because it’s just about as much as I love you.”
“Not even close,” he mutters before kissing me again.
With me in his arms, he stands and carries me inside and dumps me on the bed before disappearing to the bathroom for a moment. I sit up and see him quickly washing himself off. “What happened to bending me over the balcony.”
He steps into the room already fully hard again, and he’s smiling. “Oh, that will happen. Without a doubt. But I’m going to need more than that right now. Right now I’m going to take my fucking time and worship every single part of my pregnant wife’s body until she’s screaming in pleasure.”
My hands are still tied inside the sweatshirt, and he helps to free me before stripping the sweatshirt over my head and baring me to him. But before I can even move he’s looping one of the sleeves of the hoodie around my wrist and then pulling the sweatshirt through the slats of the headboard. “I thought you were helping to free me?”
He laughs softly and takes a quick kiss before tying my other wrist. “Not a chance. I want you at my mercy, and I think that you want to be there too.”
I do. There’s no denying it. Relaxing back on the pillows, I watch the way he moves with elegance and grace over me, preparing to worship my body. No matter what happens now, we got lucky finding each other. Not once, but twice. And we’re holding onto what we have and never letting go. “I love you,” I murmur as he licks down my skin.
“And I love you,” he says right before he tastes his favorite part of me, and I can’t think anymore from the pleasure.
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