She laughs, and my eyes spring open to her amused features.
“The baby is not in my vagina. You know that, right?” She points to her belly.
“I know, but it’s like, right there.”
“You’re a pretty confident guy.” She smirks, and I realize what she means. That my dick is big. The visual makes my chest hitch, and she laughs harder.
“Zeke. This baby is inside my uterus, protected by a liquid sac, a thick placenta, uterine walls and a pretty solid cervix built to be a baby fortress. You are not going to jab the baby. He does not know what you’re doing.”
I shake my head continuously as she talks. I don’t want to hear any of those words right now.
“But I know what I’m doing. And God, do I want to do it, but every time I think about it, I feel like I’ll never get a hard-on again.” I scrub my eyes, knowing I’m being completely ridiculous.
Nova lays on her side next to me and angles my face to hers with a finger on my chin.
“You know, I’ve been told that you give things very little thought. That you’re all action. But I’m starting to think that’s not true at all.”
She kisses me slowly, sucking my bottom lip between her teeth. She strokes my beard and pulls her hand down my neck and over my heart. “I think you think about everything. All the time,” she whispers. “Thoughts aren’t feelings, Zeke. Listen with this instead, okay?”
Little pops of electricity follow her touch down my chest.
“Close your eyes,” she says, and I obey. She shifts beside me to kiss me again. Her nails scrape down my stomach. I relax into her touch, memorize the feel of her lips on mine. My brain slows, and the only sense I’m left with is the feel of kissing her. Of touching her.
She slips her hand under the waist of my jeans, and I groan at the stroke of her hand over my boxers. I’m only half-hard, but it doesn’t take long to get there when she pushes up to her knees and undoes my pants. She shimmies them over my hips, and I kick them off.
I still have my eyes closed, which adds to this whole experience because I’m not sure what she will do. My breathing picks up, and I have a blip of anxiety about fucking her again, but the tickle of her hair on my stomach shuts that shit down.
She kisses my stomach, eliciting a sharp inhale as the heat of her mouth heads south. I squirm under her touch when she claws my hips.
“Better?” she asks, stroking my dick.
“Better,” I grunt out the word as she takes me in her mouth. After a bit, I reach down to touch her, breaking the rules and opening my eyes to take her in. She sits up, keeping it going with her hand, and smirks at me with a little shake of her head.
She pulls my hand from her thigh and kisses my middle fingertip before sucking it into her mouth. A string of curses flows freely through the heightened senses, and then a sharp pain as she bites down.
“Come here,” I say, my body fully alive and ready for her. Arousal overtakes any weirdness, and I sit up to meet her. She kisses me hard, the speed of her hand matching the aggression of the kiss.
“I want to fuck you,” she whispers against my lips.
I push her hand off my dick and grab at her leggings. She moves expertly, shedding the fabric in record-breaking time as if she knows I have a short window where my brain is completely caveman.
She straddles my hips and angles my cock into her, lowering herself on me. The look on her face and the soft push of air from her lungs is one of those chest-beating moments for me. She clings to my body. She craves me.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan as she rocks her hips slowly. She smirks at me, saying nothing.
I explore her body and cup her breasts, dipping to trace her nipple with my tongue, pulling it into my mouth with gentle pressure. She tips her head back, expanding her chest, and I’m at the mercy of her movements. With her on top, she’s in control of it all. I lay back down and grip her hips, helping her glide along me. She pauses at the base, rocking her clit against my public bone and whimpering in a way that fucking destroys me.
I use my thumb and press against the sensitive spot, rubbing circles as she fucks me, and I just enjoy it. Watching her ride me, seeing her body build and overflow. When I know she’s almost there, I bring in the other hand, rolling her nipple. She ups the speed, the pressure, the pure sexiness of her taking what she wants from me.
Her arms shake, and her jaw goes slack at the orgasm that quakes through her whole body. I sit back up, familiar with her post-orgasm weakness, catching her body against mine and taking over the thrusting. The way she clings to me, moaning and writhing against me as she comes brings me very quickly to my own end.
We sit on the bed, wrapped up in each other, chests heaving and slick with sweat. Her breath is heavy and wet against my neck. I stroke her hair, and her shoulders shake. That’s when I realize she’s crying.
“Nova,” I say, pulling back. The tears streak down her cheeks, but a smile tugs at her trembling lip.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. It was just so intense. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry.” She wipes at her face with a nervous, embarrassed laugh.
“It’s okay to feel things,” I tease her, and the laugh turns to a snort as she smacks my arm.