"You really are a bad girl Belinda. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you. And my hands. And my-"
I cried out as he notched his cock into my *. Then he drove upwards, filling me in one thrust. I watched the tub fill with water as he rammed his cock into me again and again.
He cursed and pulled out.
"Fuck, you're going to make me come, Bellie."
I groaned in frustration. I wanted him back inside me. Now.
"So come."
With a roar he was back inside me, his hands gripping my hips as he unleashed, pounding into me from behind. I felt my own orgasm mounting as he rode me relentlessly. I started to peak just as I felt his cock expand deep in my canal.
I clenched down on him as he bucked out of tempo, not stopping, just coming and coming and coming...
Finally he slumped forward, resting his head on my back. I sighed with pleasure. My man sure knew how to make love.
Actually, there was probably a better word for that.
Fucking. He was really good at fucking.
He kissed my back and lifted me to a standing position. I turned in his arms and he kissed my knuckles, looking at me intensely.
"I guess I should have waited until we were in the bath."
Chapter Twenty-Three Kyle
The water glinted off Belinda's dewy skin as I slowly rubbed the washcloth over her. I was pretty sure I'd washed this spot at least three times already but I didn't care. She was leaning back against me, utterly relaxed in the warm water.
She was tired, I could tell. So I ignored my cock as it started to rise.
Down boy.
You can't fuck a pregnant woman fifty times in a row.
Down.
I dropped the washcloth and rubbed my hands over her breasts. The nipples puckered instantly, making me smile. Just because we couldn't fuck didn't mean I couldn't have a little bit of fun, right?
Bellie made a soft mewling sound as I rubbed my flat palms over her nipples, scraping the hard points. I did that for a while, smiling as she arched against me.
"Hmmm..."
She wanted more, but I was having fun with my favorite toys. I started stroking her skin lightly, everywhere but the nipples. She whimpered in distress.
"Shhh..."
I breathed against her neck, teasing her nipples with the lightest, softest touch I could muster. She arched her back and I lifted my hands away. Then I started again.
Touching.
Not touching.
After ten minutes, Bellie was starting to get riled up.
"Get on with it Kyle!"
"Not yet. How does that sweet little * feel?"
"Hmmm... good."
"Do you want me to touch it?"
"Yes... please Kyle..."
I grinned to myself and whispered.
"No."
I used my knees to pull her knees apart. Then I reached down behind her and pressed my finger against her rosebud.
"Kyle!"
"Hmmmm?"
I circled my finger against her firmly and she gasped.
"What are you-"
"I'm just washing you, is that alright?"
"I-oh..."
I plucked her nipple with my free hand and got a little bolder with my other hand. I pushed in slightly, fingering her cute little asshole. She made a funny little sound and whispered.
"Don't stop."
For a while the only sound in the bathroom was her ragged breathing while I fingered her ass. It was so tight that I had to go slow. I might be teasing her but really I was only torturing myself. I wanted in that sweet little ass, almost more than I'd ever wanted anything.
She gasped and moaned as I slid my finger in all the way.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes!"
"Hmm... such a dirty little girl. I might need a bigger tool to clean you up."
I slid a second finger in and circled them, widening her opening. She was rocking her hips against me now. I knew if I so much as touched her clit, she could come.
But not yet.
I toyed with her until I thought I would lose my mind. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
Then I layed her down on her stomach.
"Don't move."
"Where are you going?"
"I need something from the kitchen."
I yanked my pants on and ran out of the room.
Belinda
I stared out the window, my fingers clutching the blankets. I was hot and cold all over. What Kyle had been doing to me in the bath... it felt forbidden. Wrong somehow. Sinful.
But so good, it made my head spin.
I thought he'd shown me everything so far. I'd been wrong. This was a whole other level of intimacy I knew nothing about.
I had a feeling I was about to get a private lesson.
My skin as tingling in anticipation as Kyle came back into the room. I glanced over my shoulder to see him pulling his pants off. His cock was pointing straight up, with a little drop of liquid on the tip. I licked my lips, rolling over.
"I told you not to move."
"I want to taste."
He moaned as his hand closed over his cock.
"Fuck Bellie, what are you doing to me?"
I reached for him and he came towards me, angling his cock towards my lips. I pursed my lips and sucked the tip inside my mouth.
Hmmm... salty.
"Bellie, you don't have to-"
He groaned as I swirled my tongue over the tip experimentally. I'd never done this before. I liked it.