“Mmm, I fucking love it when you beg,” he reminds me. Wrapping his arm around my waist, Gabriel flips me over onto my belly, pulling my hips up until my ass cheeks spread wide for him to see.
His fingers slide lightly down my ass crack until he reaches my tightly puckered hole. I whimper as he circles it lightly, eliciting a delicious tingle of pleasure from my clit. Reaching into his bedside drawer, Gabriel takes a bottle of lube out and squirts a generous portion onto his fingers before rubbing it onto my asshole.
Once again, he goes into the drawer, dropping the bottle of lube and extracting another toy he has yet to use on me. It’s just a tiny object, almost the size of a bullet, and it’s coated in silicon. When it starts to buzz, I know it must be a vibrator, and my insides quiver with excitement.
Replacing his fingers with the humming device, Gabriel circles my ass and sets its tip right at my hole, not pressing inside me, just teasing the entrance.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as my clit throbs with mounting desire.
“Spread your ass wide for me, baby,” Gabriel orders.
Bracing against my cheek, I do as he says, reaching around to palm my ass cheeks and spread them wide.
“Yesss,” he hisses, and then I feel his cockhead pressing against my tight hole. One strong, warm hand braces against the small of my back as the other wraps around my hips.
Intoxicating exhilaration ripples through me as Gabriel presses the vibrator directly on top of my clit, and I gasp, suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation. Then he pushes his cock slowly inside my ass. The snarl of pleasure that bursts from his chest makes my pussy clench, and the tight rim of my ass grips his cock, holding him deep inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.
I’m so turned on from the feel of his cock bare inside me, the vibrator ravishing my clit, and then his fingers slide inside my pussy.
“Fuck!” I gasp, shoving back into him as my hips buck involuntarily.
Gabriel responds enthusiastically, rocking in and out of my ass while fingering me at the same time. Every touch, every sensation is soft and sensual. This time, I don’t feel any pain as he fucks both my holes. It’s almost as if he’s making love to me, worshipping my body, wringing every drop of pleasure from me without demanding his own.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasps as he fills me, stretching my ass wide with his cock.
“Oh, God!” I scream as my body jumps to obey.
My pussy clamps down around his fingers, and my clit pulses with a sudden, intense orgasm. At the same time, my ass tightens around the base of his cock, holding him deep inside me as I come.
Gabriel groans as he continues to press into me and slide back out, drawing out my pleasure as his own builds. I feel his cock stiffen further, swelling as he reaches his own climax amidst my spasming release. Then thick, hot cum pours into my ass as Gabriel comes hard. I feel his cock pulsing as he spurts again and again, and another wave of ecstasy consumes me.
Shuddering, I suck in a sharp breath as the last of my contractions calm, and my slick pussy releases Gabe’s fingers again.
“Fucking Christ, you’re sexy, Winter,” Gabriel breathes, slowly pulling out of me.
Sticky cum oozes from my ass and coats my folds as I still, hovering in the same position because I’m suddenly too spent to move. Gabe’s calloused palms caress my ass, then he steps off the bed to give me space.
Slowly, I sit upright.
“You want to shower together?” he asks, offering me a towel from his dresser.
“I think I’d like to take one on my own, actually,” I say, accepting the terry cloth with a small smile. Now that I’m coming down from my heightened state of arousal, a deep sense of embarrassment and shame fills my chest with lead. Conflicting emotions war within me, making it hard for me to breathe, and I’m desperate for some space.
“Okay,” Gabriel agrees, seemingly oblivious to my inner conflict. “You can go first.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, Gabe helps me wrap my towel firmly around my body so no one else will catch a glimpse of my curves on the way to the bathroom.
I feign happiness as I open the door and slip into the hallway. But inside, I feel as though I’m being torn to shreds. Thankfully, no one else is there to slow me down, and I scurry across to the bathroom, snapping the door shut behind me.
20
Winter
Once I’min the bathroom alone, I let my towel drop to the floor, and dash to the toilet, heaving as a sudden wave of nausea overcomes me. So far, it seems the morning sickness has been mostly coming at night. I don’t know why they call it that when it can come at any hour of the day. For the most part, I haven’t made Gabriel endure my retching, though he has tenderly held my hair back anytime he comes upon me in the middle of my sickness. This time, though, I had enough time to close the door. So hopefully, I will have the time to myself.
Not that I can think very well when I’m emptying the remains of my dinner into the toilet once again, but I’m desperate for a bit of peace. And since I can’t escape our baby, I’ll have to take this moment with just me and the tiny life growing inside me. A parasite that’s slowly eating away the small bits of freedom I still possess. I feel bad the instant I think it. I don’t really consider the baby a parasite, but having a life inside me that I didn’t choose does hold some parallels to a parasite. I’m eating for it, sleeping for it, considering everything I consume and do because of it. It’s making me sick.
Another wave of nausea splatters the inside of the porcelain bowl before I start to feel better. And I get back to my task at hand as if nothing had happened. I turn on the shower, taking in deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm myself. Tears sting my eyes as I wait for the water to warm, and I try to sort through all the thoughts churning in my head.