“Porter, look at me,” I rasped, still working my hips in slow and small circles over his cock, filled completely. I watched as his eyes opened and slowly focused on me. He looked magnificent. His biceps strained from their tight grasp on my waist. His eyes hooded with lust. His stone-like abs constricting from pleasure. “No one will ever get to rub themselves all over you like this but me.” He bit his lip and groaned, pulling me down on him even more. “Now, touch me, Porter. Make me come.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. His hand came over my mound and his finger started its torturous rhythm over my engorged clit. The feeling of his cock stroking that perfect spot inside of me and his finger teasing that hot bundle of nerves sent me spiraling into an orgasm like none I’d ever had. Shock waves moved from my sex, down my legs, curling my toes. I felt my inner walls clenching around him, illuminating how incredibly hard he was. I cried out and was surprised at my volume; surely the people in the room next to us could hear me. I felt a warm wetness seep out of me, pooling where our bodies connected.
“Oh shit, Ella. You just came all over me.” He sounded surprised. I continued to rock back and forth, trying to stretch the orgasm out as long as it would last, my over-sensitized clit aching and trembling.
“That,” I panted, still gently rocking him in and out of me, “was possibly the best orgasm I have ever had.”
“My turn,” he said. In an instant he grabbed my waist and rolled me over. I was under him again, but this time he was still inside me. My legs instinctually wrapped around him, pulling him into me farther. He leaned down and brought one of my tight, pebbled nipples into his mouth. My back arched, offering him all of me, begging him to take. I willingly gave him everything, wanted to feel empty afterwards, needed him to take everything I had.
I whimpered as I felt him start to move in and out of me, starting with slow strokes, but gradually pumping faster and faster. He brought my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, causing me to cry out as I gripped his bulging shoulders.
“Yes,” I cried, dangerously close to another orgasm. “Please . . .”
“Hang on, Baby. Not yet. Wait for me.” I looked up at him, wondering how in the world he thought I could hold off an orgasm. I was put in a trance as I watched a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, trail down the bridge of his nose, and drip off him, landing right in the middle of my chest. Then his eyes met mine and I felt so many emotions in his gaze. This man loved me more than any other single thing on the planet. He treasured me, coveted me, wanted me, above anything else, me and the baby we made together.
“I will always wait for you,” I said as I brushed my hand through his hair, bringing his lips down to mine. He kissed me, his tongue brushing up against mine, like I was a breath of air given to a drowning man. And then he took. He took everything. I was lost in the feeling of his possession, swirling in the heat building between us, dangling off the edge of my world, hanging on by the connection between us, waiting for him.
“Now,” he growled at me, as he seemed to lose his composure, pushing into me with new speed and fervor, gripping my hips harder, lifting me up to get to depths previously unknown to either of us. I cried out as I tumbled through my release and felt him tumble with me. We breathed in tandem, both of us slowly coming down from new heights. He rested over me, our sweaty bodies still entangled, his face nestled in the space between my neck and shoulder. I turned my head towards him slightly and placed a small, open-mouthed kiss on his cheek, loving the salty taste of his skin.
“All that baby-making practice really paid off,” I whispered into his ear, hoping to see his beautiful deep brown eyes. I was rewarded when he lifted his head to look at me, and was gifted another surprise to see his smirk. Nothing was sexier than my man, sweaty from sex and smirking at me.
“You can’t give all the praise to practice, Baby. There’s something to be said for natural born talent. You’ve got it in spades,” he said as he brushed the tip of his nose up against mine, making me smile in return. He gave me a quick kiss and then rolled off me. Immediately I was left cold, the frigid air turning my previously hot and sweaty body into a shivering mess.
“Hey,” I said quietly. He turned his head to look at me, his hair all kinds of crazy, still sweat soaked. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have questioned you or doubted you. You did nothing wrong.” I let out a small sigh, taking just a moment to put my thoughts into words. “I think lately I’m just feeling really insecure and tonight it manifested itself in a jealous streak.” He rolled closer to me, draping his arms around my waist, resting his forehead against mine.
“I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now, with everything happening to you and your body. I get it. I really do. But you have to understand, and believe me when I tell you that seeing your body change, knowing it’s my baby inside of you causing that change, it’s the sexiest thing to witness. I see nothing but beauty when I look at you.”