“We’ll get you there,” I promise.Reaching around her belly, I use my middle finger to run along her clit, teasing it in time with the bumping of our bodies.
She grunts in the back of her throat.“Keep doing that.”
I focus on the spot where her back has dimples, trying to hold on.I don’t want to go before she does.Her core is tightening on my dick.Glancing up, I see her fingernails curling into the tile of the shower.With my free hand, I reach up, curving my palm around her throat and yanking her head back.“Let go,” I whisper in her ear.
She screams, loud enough so that we may wake some neighbors, but I don’t care.Now that she’s come, I can let myself go.
With a groan/grunt, I press into her, getting all up in her business, and spill inside her.“I love you,” I chant, needing her to know how much she means to me.
Running a hand down her stomach, I feel something as she makes a noise.“Oh my God, Bishop.”
“Was that…”
“Yeah, the first time I felt him kick.I thought I felt things like that before, but never as strong.”
“Maybe we disturbed him.”I chuckle.
“Maybe we did, but he’s gonna have to get used to it, right?”
She bends her head back so that I can kiss her.“Damn right.”