“You’re right. We will.”
He stacks several pillows on the bed. “Bend over and prop on these. Put your head down and relax, and let me take care of you.”
I know what his version oflet me take care of youmeans, and the result always consists of him getting off.
He starts at my lower back, massaging the tight, achy muscles.He knows I’m a sucker for a back rub when I’m pregnant.“Feels good, baby?”
“Yeah, you big suck-up, but it still doesn’t make me want your dick in my ass.”
“Just getting started, Claud. Trust me. You’re gonna want big Bram inside you.”
I totally disagree, but I’ll take this back rub all day long while he tries to convince me otherwise.
He works the muscles softly and then deeply, gradually moving from my lower back to my butt. “Still feeling good?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He showers kisses on my skin and moves down to nibble on my cheeks. He goes lower and his warm breath is on my slit, teasing me before his tongue swipes upward. It feels good, and I wouldn’t mind him fucking me gently, but I’m still not on board with anal. I think that bum fun will be more bum than fun.
There’s been so much more pressure there with this baby. Doctor says it’s because it’s my third.Odd. It doesn’t seem to be so bad at the moment.
Bram pushes his finger through my slit and then circles my entrance, using my juices to lubricate it. “Can I fuck your pussy first?”
First.The cocky bastard really believes he’s getting in my ass. “Yeah.”
He slides inside me and slowly thrusts while rubbing the hole he’s really after. “Does that feel good?”
I didn’t think it would but shit, it actually does. “Yes.”
He moves in and out of me for a couple of minutes. “Want my finger inside your ass now?”
Fuck. The horny, anal-sex-loving bastard is actually making me want this. Dammit, it feels like defeat after I was so cocky about not wanting it. “Yes.”
I’m rocking my hips forward and back with his thrusts when his finger slides in. This shouldn’t feel this good.And where the hell did all that pelvic pressure go?
“Want me to add another one?”
Fuck me, I do. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” He slides a second finger in and leans over to kiss my back. “You like that, don’t you?”
I don’t reply because I hate admitting he’s right, but my husband knows my answer by the way I’m moving with him.
“Don’t have to tell me, Claud. I know what you want.”
He does. Always has.
Bram pulls out of me and glides his cock through my slit. I anticipate him entering my ass at any moment, but he doesn’t. I wait some more, even rub against him to let him know I’m ready. But he still doesn’t enter me. “What’s wrong?”
“I know this is it. The last time I get inside you for a long time, so I’m psyching myself up. I don’t want to come after two strokes.”
His statement is a reminder we will be getting the newest member of the Windsor household tomorrow. My doctor says this baby girl is getting too big for my small pelvis so I’m going into the hospital in the morning to be induced since I haven’t gone into labor on my own.
“You won’t come in two strokes, so go for it, big Bram.”
He eases into me and groans, “Fuck! That is so good.” He pulls back and then thrusts in slowly again. “Is this good for you, babe?”
“Mmm-hmm.” It is. Like Bram, I enjoy anal sex, so we’re a perfect match.