Her hand brushes against my balls as she fucks herself with her fingers, moaning encouragement to me. “Yes, baby,” she groans. “Just like that.”
I rock gently inside her, taking my time to stretch her, before my strokes grow longer, all the while talking to her. “Are you nice and wet, Princess?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her muscles tightening around my cock. “More. Please.”
Gripping her hips, I fuck her harder now, as she demands more, over and over. “Is that what you wanted?” I ask. “You wanted me to make-up with you, bent over and on your knees?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Take your fingers out of your *, Kate,” I demand. “Take your wet fingers out of your * and touch your tits.”
I watch her hand move to her tits, and she moans. "How much do you wish it was my hands on your breasts, Kate?"
"I want it to be your hands touching them, Caulter, your tongue on my nipples."
Hearing her talk about my tongue on her nipples while my cock is inside her ass nearly sends me over the edge right now. "Touch your clit, Kate," I order. "Rub it."
I try to maintain control, think about holding back, not thrusting inside her the way that I want to, fucking her deep and hard. I have to close my eyes and take in a deep breath, reminding myself that she's pregnant.
My pregnant wife. Soon to be wife. God, that is fucking sexy. She doesn't know how hot it is.
"Oh God, Caulter," she moans, and her voice jerks me out of my head. "I'm so close."
"Tell me what would make you come, Kate?" I ask, even though I already know what would push her over the edge. I pause, making her wait.
“Fuck me, Caulter,” she says, her hand moving furiously. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”
“Put your fingers inside your *,” I say, my voice tight. I’m barely able to keep from coming in her right now. “Fuck yourself until you come on your fingers. I want to hear you scream.”
She comes, quicker than I expected, nearly immediately after I tell her what to do. She yells my name, as I drive into her, pulling her tightly against me and thrusting into her over and over as I erupt.
I definitely don’t think we’re going to make it to the hotel suite.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kate
"How else can I make it up to you?" Caulter asks, his arms around me in the bathtub. The warm water envelops me, and I sit with my head back against his chest, my eyes closed as he washes me. His movements are gentle, slow, his hands caressing my body.
“What were you making up for again?” I ask, as he pours water slowly over my hair, and then gently begins to wash it.
I never knew having my hair washed could be so damn hot, before Caulter.
“Oh, in that case, if it’s already forgotten, then we should definitely not continue this conversation.”
“If making up means more of doing what we did earlier, then I haven’t forgiven you at all,” I say.
“Oh, really?” Caulter asks as he massages my head. “I should beg your forgiveness a little more."
"Mhmm," I murmur, relaxing against him, so much that I almost fall asleep.
I wake up when Caulter asks if I'm hungry. "We missed dinner," he whispers.
I know he means actual food, but all I can think about is his cock in my mouth. "I want something in my mouth," I say.
His dick twitches against me, and I feel a rush of arousal at the fact that he's so instantly turned on by me.
What was I thinking before, actually considering that Caulter would hook up with that stupid blonde from the game?
Caulter seems to read my mind. "I think you're sexier now, you know," he says. "Than before."
"You didn't think I was sexy before?"
His mouth on my neck, he pulls my earlobe between his teeth in response. "We both know I thought you were sexy as fuck before you're pregnant. But you're hotter now."
"We're not going to make it to the hotel if you keep touching me like that," I say.
"Let's not make it to the hotel."
"How are we going to entertain ourselves here?" I ask.
Ten minutes later, I'm propped up at an angle on the bed against a mountain of pillows, watching as Caulter pulls out the toys from the bachelorette party. "This is a lot of entertainment," he says.
I watch as he picks up a pair of handcuffs and dangles them from his finger. "These are very entertaining."
"I bought them to cuff you," I say.
"I think you're lying," Caulter says.
I'm definitely lying. I bought them because I wanted him to have his way with me.
"I'm lying," I say. "I want you to use them on me."
Caulter cuffs me to the headboard and surveys me hungrily. I'm completely restrained, totally at his mercy.
And it makes me wet.
"You said you were hungry, Kate," he says.
"Mmm-hmm." I test the restraints, struggling against them, and the struggle itself turns me on.
He moves closer to me, his hard cock close to my lips, and looks down at me. "Is this what you want?"
"Oh God." The words escape my lips as a moan, and I open my mouth, waiting for him.