Emery
“I can’t.”I pant, thrashing my head against the slick tile of the shower, where Graham kneels between my legs. One firmly planted on the floor and the other slung over his shoulder as he devours me.
His tongue laps at my pussy, over and over, until my legs tremble, and my entire body shakes. The tip of his tongue flicks my clit, and I can feel the quakes of another orgasm beginning to snake up my spine.
“You can, baby, come on my tongue,” he mumbles against my slick flesh. The hot water sprays us both, steam billowing around us, creating fog on the glass doors of the shower. After making me come once on the vanity, he brought me into the shower and bent me over, placing my hands against the wall and ate me from behind, slow and leisurely, taking his time with my pussy.
When his teeth graze my clit gently, I detonate, falling apart once more. Tiny pieces shattering beneath his touch. My entire body trembles, and he continues to languidly lick me, lapping at my pussy as the tremors course through me.
His name tumbles from my lips. “Graham, God, I can’t take anymore.” I tug at his hair, holding on as he continues his assault.
After my body stops quaking, he rises to his feet, a smug grin on his handsome lips.
“I love tasting you. I’m fucking obsessed with the taste of you on my tongue.” He brings his hands to my jaw to cradle my face as he kisses me, then angles my head slightly to delve deeper. I can taste the muskiness of me on his tongue, and I moan against his mouth. I can feel how hard his cock is as it juts against my stomach.
“Fuck me, Graham, please.” I pant. I can’t wait another second to have him inside me. To be full of his cock. His lips are at my ear, his groan vibrating against the sensitive flesh.
“Em, I can’t. Fuck, I want to sogoddamn bad, but I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t bring any in my hurry to pack.”
What should be cold,ice-cold water, thrown onto a fire has the opposite effect. My womb clenches at the thought of Graham being inside me bare again. Nothing separating us. After getting cleared by my doctor, we’ve been using condoms. Since getting pregnant on birth control, I was in no hurry to get back on it since it’s essentially poison for my body and apparently doesn’t do much good against actually preventing it. In my case, anyway.
It didn’t help that in the last few months, I’ve developed a sort of kink, for lack of a better word. One that I never really ever expected to find myself wanting.
I reach down between us and circle my fist around his cock, running my thumb alongside the protruding vein, loving the way he hisses in response.
“How about we don’t….” I trail off, looking up at him through my lashes. After the first night we went unprotected, we’ve used it, until… now.
He’s completely still, the irises of his eyes, golden and warm, are seemingly dilated at my words. Leaning closer, his breath fans out across my lips. “Are you saying you don’t care if I get you pregnant?”
I swallow, well aware that I’m playing with fire. I squeeze his dick roughly, just the way he likes it, and roll my bottom lip between my teeth.
His face morphs into something greedy, and I feel my clit throb in response. When he leans forward and drags his tongue along the expanse of my jaw, sucking and nipping at the skin, I sag against the tile.
“I want to make sure I understand you, baby, crystal fucking clear,” he says roughly against my ear as he fists his cock and drags it through my pussy, circling my clit teasingly. “Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you bare, and come inside you?”
I’m so lost in the motion of him rubbing the fat head of his cock against my clit that I don't answer him until he stops, and my eyes fly open.
“Answer me, Emery.”
“What if Iam?”
He pulls back, his gaze searching mine, before he kisses me, his lips hard and passionate against mine. He laps at my neck, sucking the skin between his lips, surely leaving marks. “You want me to get you pregnant again? Fill your pretty pussy up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you? Put another baby in your belly, baby, is that what you want?”
He’s barely even touching me and I already feel like I’m going to shatter, just from his dirty words alone. Did I really want to get pregnant again? The girls are still so little… but the thought of him filling me, of coming so deep inside me that it shoots into my womb and makes my belly big with his baby.
I shiver. Goosebumps scatter along my flesh. Since having his babies, all I’ve been able to think about is this moment. These dirty words.
“Say it, Em. I need to hear it.” He pants. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, barely slipping inside me, causing both of us to groan.
“I think whatever happens, happens, and we leave it to fate,” I say quietly, feeling completely at peace with my decision. I clench my walls around the tip of his cock, spurring him on. I want this.
He groans. “I fucking love you, so goddamn much.”
Without another word, he thrusts inside me to the hilt, filling me completely. I’m so full, so consumed with him, a breathless sigh tumbles from my lips. My legs tighten around him as he begins to thrust, deep and fast, not offering me any mercy.
Telling him how I wanted him to fuck me bare, and potentially get me pregnant again, seems to have unleashed something in him, something dirty and frantic, and I can’t get enough.
“Graham, oh…” I pant when his cock rubs against something inside me that makes my toes curl, and my eyes roll back in my head.