Sean smirked before moving his body, so he was pressed against my back. I looked over my shoulder and saw him taking off his pants and boxers. The sight of his hard cock made me wetter than I already was. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning.
Once he was naked, Sean closed the distance between us. He kissed my shoulder, lightly biting it. I sighed, so lost in the moment. Then, I felt him position himself at my entrance. He placed his knee in between my legs to keep them open as he entered me. Having his cock inside my pussy again felt so right. I never wanted to lose the feeling. The happiness I felt at us coming back together was unmatched.
Sean’s hand glided to my front, and he began massaging my nipple. I pressed my cheek into my pillow, doing what I could to prolong this moment. He kept moving his pelvis until he was fully buried in me. I let out a long shaky breath, reveling in the feeling of his cock. I squeezed my walls down on his shaft and heard Sean grunt behind me.
“You’re so fucking tight, Chloe. My God.”
“Fuck me, Sean. I want you to fuck me,” I placed my hand on top of his, looking for as much contact as possible.
My lover began to move inside of me, slowly pumping in and out of my wet pussy. His lazy pace created a slow burning fire in my lower belly. I could feel my body contorting with pleasure, approaching a cliff. I was lost in the moment, lost in him.
“Sean, I’m getting close!”
At my mewlings, he started moving faster, his dick thrusting in and out of me. The ridges of his shaft stimulated my walls; his fingers pinched my nipples. Our bodies, slick with sweat, slapped against one another’s. The room was filled with the sounds and smells of sex. Every sense was heightened.
I fell off the cliff, my walls clamping down on Sean’s cock as I came. My body shuddered as wanton sounds fell from my lips. I heard Sean growl in my ear and could feel his cum shooting into me. It leaked out onto my thigh. We held onto one another as we reached the highest heights.
My breathing started to even out as I came back to earth. I felt Sean’s chest on my back. I threaded my fingers into his, squeezing his hand. I never knew anything could feel that good.
I still couldn’t say what the future held. But I was committed to making this work. I knew we had the ability to make each other happier than we’d ever been.
Chapter Fifteen – Sean
I woke up the next morning with Chloe in my arms. I picked up my head and looked down at her sleeping figure. I gently rubbed her belly, thinking about the life growing inside of her. My child. Our child. It was such a crazy thought. I had always wanted a family, but I could never have guessed that this was how things were going to turn out.
I was still feeling apprehensive about… everything, really. While I was excited at the prospect of being a father, I was unsure about how my relationship with Chloe would turn out. What gave me some faith was that she didn’t promise me forever. I wouldn’t have believed her if she had. It made me trust her more, maybe. Her persistence that we owed one another a second chance had made me wary early on, but I did realize she was right. This second time around, we both dared to embrace our feelings, so why not?
Chloe still seemed to be deep in sleep, so I thought it would be an excellent idea to make us some breakfast. I carefully got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. There I found everything I needed to make blueberry pancakes. It didn’t take me too long to get a nice stack going. Additionally, I made some fresh-squeezed orange juice. I plated everything and brought our breakfast upstairs. I opened the door to find Chloe sitting up in bed.
“Good morning,” I smiled.
Chloe smiled back, looking at the food in my arms. “What do you have there?”
“I made us some breakfast if you’d like some.”
I brought the food and juice over to the bed, handing a plate over to Chloe. I put the glasses on the bedside table before sitting down myself.
“It smells delicious. Thanks.”
We dug into our food, silently eating for a few minutes. Finally, I broke the silence with some critical conversation. “So, did you have any plans? Or what were you hoping to do… next?” I wanted to figure out our next steps, but my phrasing was horrible. Thankfully, Chloe was understanding.
“We should probably spend more time together. I’d like to get some things figured out before the baby gets here or earlier in their life.”