She may have been having sex dreams, but I’ve been fantasizing about driving my cock into her, listening to her moans and screams of pleasure.
Each gasp as I touch her drives me wild with need.
“We don’t have to have sex,” I whisper into her ear.
I want to. My body is throbbing for release, but I’ve made it clear that this is about her pleasure, and I don’t intend to do anything that would make her unhappy.
“Your needs are my needs,” Olivia whispers. “Tell me what you want, Jace.”
She’s raspy and breathless. The sound of her voice is like music to the heavens, sweet and energetic, making my cock twitch.
“I want you,” I confess, telling her that my body is hers to do with as she pleases. “But you’re pregnant.”
“So?” she glances back at me over her shoulder. “The doctor said we could experiment.”
That is what Doctor Morgan instructed. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment we met,” I say. “But we can’t have a one-night stand.”
“You’re the one that sleeps with random strangers. Not me,” Olivia says. She wiggles her butt against my cock.
I groan at the excruciating torture of not yet fucking her. Talking about this with her is driving me insane. My throbbing cock can’t take much more.
“I want to fuck you, today, tomorrow, for as long as you need.” I refrain from telling her forever. Now isn’t the time to get sappy or sentimental.
“That’s good enough for me,” Olivia whispers and reaches behind her for my member. She strokes the head. Her hand is warm and gentle, teasing me before I rest a hand on her wrist.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll disappoint you.”
There’s a smirk in her tone. “I doubt that’s possible.” She bends her knees and shifts, giving me ample room to slide inside of her warmth.
I guide my fingers between her folds and touch her, stroke her, tease her wetness before I drive my cock inside of her warmth. She’s tight, and her insides pulsate the moment I enter her.
“Don’t come yet,” I command into her ear. Kissing her.
My hand caresses her breast and down across her belly to her pearl, teasing her with each thrust.
Her back arches, and she tightens onto my shaft, growing close.
I trail a path of kisses across her neck and shoulder, sucking gently as she thrusts her hips against mine.
“Harder,” she pants.
Her insides clench down onto my cock. Her insides tremble against my member.
I quicken my pace. She’s close, and I want her to ride the impending wave as long as she can.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her ear, tugging the lobe between my teeth, sucking, and teasing her.
Olivia’s body trembles and clenches down, her insides quivering and squeezing my cock, bringing us both over the edge together.
One night of pleasure turned into two. And soon, I was joining her in bed almost every night, sneaking in late when the lights were off and offering myself up to her, for her pleasure, of course.
But it wasn’t just about her needs.
She met mine. Surpassed those needs and quenched desires, I was unaware that I had until I met her.
And now, once the baby is born, what’s next?
She goes off on her own, to live her life, and I’ll never see her again. That isn’t what I want.
But is that what she wants?
It’s not a discussion that we’ve had. I’ve avoided the conversation because I thought we had six more weeks to figure it out.
I was wrong.