She arches her back, screaming her pleasure. “Yes, yes! Oh my God. That feels so good.”
Her hyper-responsiveness is driving me crazy. I pull the nipple deeper, trapping it between the roof of my mouth and tongue and hollowing my cheeks.
She shivers uncontrollably. Her body tightens like a coil under tension. Then abruptly she relaxes, melting against me like heated honey.
“That was fun.” I grin, fascinated by how sensitive she is. She came the same way in New Orleans, but it took longer.
“Your sucking doesn’t suck.” She gives a satisfied sigh.
Amusement rumbles within me. “If you think that was good…”
I lift her and carry her to the couch, laying her down. She has on panties that look sort of like a string bikini. Instead of elastic, the “strings” are made with sparkling silver chains that look sexy as hell against her creamy skin. I undo the hooks and pull the bikini off. There are two vibrators inside, one against her clit and the other over the opening of her pussy. No, three. A third small bump is designed to stimulate her anally.
“Do you like anal sex?” I ask.
“No. Just light stimulation there,” she says, her cheeks glowing. “Are you disappointed?”
I shake my head. “I appreciate your honesty. I don’t want to do something you don’t like.”
Smiling, she takes the bikini, turns the vibrators off and drops it on the table, on top of the white vaginal-cam vibrator.
I touch her gently, running a finger along her cleft and then taking it to my lips. It tastes like her, with a hint of salt and sugar.
She pants, quivering with anticipation. I shower her with hundreds of little kisses along the insides of her thighs. She squirms, but I don’t hurry, wanting to squeeze as much enjoyment from the act for her as possible.
When my mouth finally closes over her clit, she jerks like she’s being electrocuted. I keep her down and use my lips and tongue to devour her, lapping up her honeyed juices. She comes again, hard, smooth thighs trembling against my face.
She lets out several shuddering breaths, then abruptly sits up, placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing me back until I’m lying on the couch and our positions are reversed.
She undoes my belt, the buttons on my slacks and the zipper and yanks everything down impatiently, still needy after two powerful orgasms. My cock springs out, and she looks at it like she’s never seen anything more tempting.
“I’m pregnant, and we said we’re clean, so I’m not gonna worry about a condom,” she says, slightly breathless. “But if you have any objections, say so now.”
I’m so hard it feels like I’m going to explode. “Whatever you want.” If she told me to do a cartwheel so we could fuck, I’d do it.
She straddles me, then envelops me. My vision goes hazy as I let her set the pace. Her eyes are narrow and glittering as she looks down on me like some sort of sex deity.
Her breathing grows choppy as she rides me, driving me wild. I brace my feet flat against the cushions and move to give her the deeper, more powerful thrusts I know she loves.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” She sobs out her rising pleasure, lets me know how much she loves what I’m doing to her, how I feel inside her.
The familiar tight, prickly sensation gathers at the base of my spine and starts to grow. Doing it without a condom, having direct contact with her bare flesh sliding up and down my shaft, almost makes it feel like a completely different act.
Her movements grow more frenzied, and both of us are panting. “Come for me,” I say. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her down for a hot, unrestrained kiss. I cup her swinging breast with my free hand, brushing my thumb across the tight tip. She grinds against me, my cock buried deep inside her. Her body shakes wildly, and her screams of ecstasy are muffled against my mouth. I groan as a powerful orgasm tears through me, too.
I empty myself inside her and, in this moment, feel completely connected to her. I hold her tight and place tender kisses on her cheeks, forehead, eyes, the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth. The shiny chains catch my eyes.
“So,” I whisper into her ear, “how are you going to rate your new sex toys?”
“Oh my God. A+.”