by Claire Kent
She continued to stroke him and watched with thrilled curiosity as his face twisted in pleasure at her ministrations. She’d expected her touch to compel him into action—and she was definitely ready for some action herself—but he didn’t make a move. Just sat on the side of the bed as she rubbed his hard, hot cock.
The power of it was intoxicating, and she could hardly believe he was letting her control the dynamic between them so completely. Until he finally gasped, in an attempt at dry irony, “Better stop soon or I’m going to lose it.” His head gave a little twitch as she rubbed her palm over the tip of his shaft. “By the way, I’m trapped. My hands are stuck in my shirt.”
For the first time, Erin realized that his hands were indeed still behind his back, and his shirt was bunched up at his wrists.
Incongruously, she started to giggle at the sight of him imprisoned by his own shirt.
In doing so, she stopped touching him, and he swallowed with what looked like relief. Wondering how close he’d actually been to losing it, she reached behind him to straighten out his shirt. Then he undid his cuffs and was able to get his hands out of the shirt at last.
The interruption helped him regain his control because his breathing slowed down and his eyes were no longer quite so wild. As he stood up and started shucking his trousers, he asked, “Do you have a condom? I don’t have one with me.”
She got off the bed and hurried into her bathroom, hoping Seth wasn’t peering at her butt as she went. They should have thought about this before they’d taken off their clothes.
After a little rooting around under the sink, she found a pack of condoms, and she returned to find Seth standing next to the bed with his eyes closed.
He was completely naked and fully erect, and for some reason the sight of him with closed eyes was almost more than Erin could handle.
She gulped as she approached him, noticing as his eyes opened and then scanned the length of her body.
Suddenly, she hoped that her rounded belly and fuller hips and breasts weren’t too fleshy for him to find attractive. She knew he was used to dating drop-dead gorgeous women, and—though she’d gotten to the point where she liked her body—it wasn’t at its best at the moment.
And it was only going to get worse.
He didn’t appear to find any flaws with her body this evening. In fact, he made a throaty sound of appreciation. The sound loosened the anxious clench in her gut, and she immediately regained both her confidence and her urgency.
Giving him the condom, she got into the bed, watching as he laid the packet on the nightstand.
Then he lowered himself onto the bed too. Stared down at her breasts as he stroked them slowly. Not only were they fuller, but the coloring of her nipples had altered. He didn’t seem to have any complaints, making her wonder if he’d even noticed.
He lowered his face toward her chest, but just before his mouth closed over one breast, he glanced up at her face.
She had no idea why he was hesitating, so she decided to make a joke out of it. “I think you should be safe. It’s too early for there to be any accidental leakage.”
Seth made a hoarse sound of amusement and—following through on her implied challenge—he closed his mouth over the nipple and fluttered his tongue.
Erin moaned softly and arched up as the sensations rippled through her. As he sucked, she started rocking her hips and soon was whimpering in frustration when she couldn’t get any satisfying friction where she needed it.
“Seth,” she gasped at last. “Seth, enough. Get going.”
He pulled up and reached for the condom, and Erin watched as he tore the packet open and rolled it on.
She was breathing heavily and shamelessly sprawled out on the bedcovers, waiting to see what he would do.
With the condom in place, Seth shifted his position until he was kneeling in between her legs. Sitting on his heels, he hooked his hands around her thighs, pulling her open even further and levering her up until his cock was lined up at her hot, wet entrance.
“This all right?” he asked briefly, his eyes still roving over her naked body.
She nodded. “Good,” she breathed, trying not to squirm in eager anticipation. “Good.”
“Tell me if I go too deep or if it’s not comfortable.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, pushing her hair out of her face with an impatient hand. “But no danger of that if you never actually get in.”
With another amused huff, he propelled his pelvis forward, and the tip of his erection entered her, tantalizing the nerve endings. She let out a raspy breath and pumped her hips a little, needing to feel even more of him.
At her urging, Seth entered even more, angling precisely to give her the most pleasure. Her body bent backward in an arc as he made his first full thrust, and her arms flew out to grab at anything stable she could reach.
“Yeah,” she gasped. “Like that.”
Only their pelvises were touching, except where her thighs were rubbing against his. But Erin could feel how hot and tense his body was—something about the coiled intensity infinitely thrilling.
He was still holding onto his control. His motion was slow, even as he started to stroke in and out. “This good?”
He must have just been affirming what he already knew—since she’d immediately begun to whimper in pleasure and fist one hand in the comforter—but she moaned out another, “Good” in response.
The part of her that could process these things was a little touched that he was taking his duty of pleasing her so seriously. She never would have expected that from Seth.
She assumed he would be more like Marcus—who’d always been pleased when she came but hadn’t gone out of his way to make sure she did.
She was already so aroused that it wouldn’t take her long now to come, and Seth’s motion pushed her closer and closer to the edge. One of her arms was bent above her head, her fist clutching hard at the pillow, and the other one had moved to grab her knee, pulling her leg up off the bed to alter the angle of penetration.
Seth’s thrusts were slow, steady, and precise, although she could see now that the strong arms that supported her hips shook slightly.
“Seth,” she panted, tossing her head against the pillow and causing her hair to fly all over her face. “More. Faster, faster.”
He sped up at her urging, the faster rhythm making her moan in relief. She could hear the wet sounds from where they were joined, could hear the squeaking of her bed as it was jostled with their motion, could hear the matching urgency of their breathing.
As the pressure at her center deepened even more, she cried out in low, broken gasps and started pumping her hips into this thrusts. She couldn’t get much leverage in this position, but she jerked against him as much as she could, trying to reach the orgasm that was so tantalizingly close.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She let go of her knee and slid her hand down to her clit, fingering herself easily in this position.
It only took a moment for the tension to finally release in hard pulses of pleasure.
She’d been making choked little sounds as she built up to climax, but as she came at last, she bit her lip hard.
Then she released a hoarse moan of pleasure as she relaxed and let her head fall back onto the pillow. She had a piece of hair in her mouth but couldn’t focus enough to remove it yet.
Seth had frozen inside her. His whole body was clenched like a fist, and his eyes were tightly closed.
Momentarily too pleased from her climax to complain about his lack of movement, she just looked at him curiously. After a few seconds, his face changed back into the look of tight concentration, and he turned to meet her eyes again.
“Did you come?” he asked thickly.
She gave a broken laugh that vibrated against his cock, which was sheathed snugly inside her. “Oh, yeah. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Thought so. Just checking.”
She reached up to his shoulders and pulled him down towa
rd her. “I think I can come again, if you’re still up to it.”
He repositioned himself, this time supporting himself on straightened arms so that his weight wasn’t pushing against her belly.
It changed the angle of his thrusts, but the friction still felt incredibly good. His strokes were still slow, and occasionally he would stop altogether.
She figured he was trying to hold it together, but the slow speed and the stops and starts were driving her crazy. She needed more stimulation—needed it desperately—and her first orgasm hadn’t dampened her ardor at all
Pumping up her hips, she rode Seth from below, more rapidly than he was moving above her. She planted her feet on the mattress and used them for additional leverage.
Seth was making breathless, frustrated sounds, and his body grew tighter and tighter.
Erin couldn’t seem to stop. She barely even recognized that she was clawing at his shoulders and making the most ridiculous sounds of effort and pleasure she’d ever heard herself make. Barely noticed that she was sweating now and that the flesh of her ass and her breasts were jiggling wildly with their motion. Just needed to feel more of him. Just needed to release this excruciating tension again.
“Fuck, Erin,” Seth rasped, his eyes open now and staring down at her body. “Fuck, Erin, you’re incredible. But you’re killing me.” His jaw clenched tightly, and he released an agonized groan as he pumped. “Slow down or I’ll lose it.”
“Can’t,” she choked. “Can’t. Need more, Seth. More.”
She wasn’t really sure if she came a second time, or if she came several times, or if they weren’t really orgasms at all. All she knew was that she felt waves of pleasure flooding her, and there was no way to define how many or what kind or how exactly it was happening.
And she really couldn’t care less. She couldn’t remember the last time sex had felt this good. All of it. Not just the orgasm.
Then it got even better. Because Seth had reared up again on his arms and had finally let himself go. He took her hard, fast, wild.
He started to grunt as much as she was, and the slide of his cock matched her deepest rhythm. She cried out loudly at the change in motion and couldn’t help but claw lines down the trembling muscles of his tense arms.
Her noisy bed squeaked, and the headboard banged loudly against the wall—as much from her motion as his.
“Seth, Seth, yes.” She heard her voice getting louder, her cries bursting out involuntarily, timed unconsciously with the rhythm of their bodies.
Afraid Seth was going to lose it before she got there again, Erin managed to let go of one of his shoulders and bring her hand back down to her clit.
She rubbed herself as hard as she could, the stimulation causing her body to contract around him even more.
“Yes,” Seth rasped harshly. “Erin. Fuck.”
And then he let out a loud noise as climax ripped through him, obviously coming before he really wanted it to. He kept thrusting into her, though, as his cock pulsed with his climax.
The sight of his face transforming with pleasure was enough to push Erin over the edge at the very last moment.
She came hard, and when she regained her senses, she saw that her clutching hand had pulled the comforter, top sheet, fitted sheet, and mattress pad—all of them—off the top left corner of her bed, exposing the bare mattress.
Seth, who didn’t even seem to notice, hadn’t collapsed on top of her, but he was wet with perspiration, gasping, and visibly drained.
“Condom,” she managed to croak, feeling that he was still somewhat hard inside her but knowing he wouldn’t be for long.
With a grunt, he pulled out and rolled to the side of the bed. Then heaved himself off the bed to dispose of the condom.
Erin hadn’t moved at all when he came back. She felt like she’d run a marathon, but she was far more pleased and satisfied than she normally was after so much exertion. Her body practically glowed from the residual pleasure, and weird little hums kept escaping from her throat as she tried to catch her breath.
Seth collapsed back onto the bed beside her, and they lay next to each other gasping and wheezing.
“Wow,” Erin said at last. “You weren’t kidding when you said you’d help me out with my little dilemma.” She turned her head to look at him and was both amused and touched that he looked so incredibly worn out.
He gave a thick huff that she supposed had been laughter. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah. In fact, if I didn’t think it would swell your ego to unbearable proportions, I’d admit that it might have been the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
He turned to peer at her, and she thought she saw pride and a primitive sort of possessiveness glint briefly in his eyes. “Is that right?”
“I knew I shouldn’t have said it. I didn’t mean it. Was just being polite.”
“In that case, I won’t admit that I was about to say the same thing.”
They smiled at each other in a pleased sort of surprise.
They lay in silence for a long time, until Erin finally asked, “Did you want to stay the night?”
Seth hesitated before he finally said, “No. I don’t think so. I need to get an early start tomorrow morning. Unless you wanted me to—”
She shook her head and shifted on the bed, starting to feel a little self-conscious about her nakedness now that the erotic urgency had dissipated. “No. No expectations, remember?”
“Right. I’ll be leaving then, as soon as I can manage to move.”
She laughed, although she had no plans to move herself. Barely had energy to think clearly.
She did roll over onto her side though, facing away from him so he wouldn’t get too clear a view of the extra flesh on her belly and breasts. But then she realized that, in this position, he would get a view of her ass—which might actually be worse.
But, before she could correct matters, he’d moved himself. Scooted up until he was spooning her from behind and draping a casual arm around her.
“You feel all right?” he asked softly.
She was really surprised by the gesture—it just didn’t feel like the cool, distant man she knew—but she appreciated the comfort it provided and snuggled back against him. She wasn’t quite as hot from the sex anymore, so the heat from his body felt nice. “Yeah. I just had really good sex. How do you expect me to feel?”
It sounded like he was smiling as he replied, “Well, I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman before. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No worries. We weren’t rough at all. Just...enthusiastic. And, if I remember correctly, most of the enthusiasm was prompted by me.”
His hand was idly stroking her belly, and she wondered if he was even aware of it. She didn’t think so. His mood wasn’t tender or gentle—merely companionable.
Which was exactly how Erin felt herself.
“True,” Seth said. “Although you certainly didn’t hear me complaining. Are you always this insatiable in bed? Or does it have something to do with the hormones?”
“Maybe a little of both.”
They were silent for another few minutes, and Seth’s hand stopped stroking and merely rested against her belly, cupping the curve there in a way that felt both natural and protective.
“Would you mind keeping your phone on?” he asked at last, in what seemed like a sudden shift in conversation.
“Huh?”
“I was worried when I couldn’t get in touch with you earlier.”
Erin hesitated. She didn’t want to sour the mood between them, but she needed to get this said. “Sorry you were worried. I’ll try to leave it on. But, Seth, I have a whole life, you know. And I can’t be available for you to check on twenty-four hours a day. You’re going to have to get used to it.”
“I will. I’ll try. This is new to me.”
Erin sighed. “Me too. And I do appreciate your help.” Looking back at him, she added, “I do.”
“Thanks,” he said briefly, a
cknowledging all that her statement implied.
Then his voice changed as he continued, “And, on that topic, if you need some physical release again, just let me know. I’m more than happy to provide.”
Erin wished she didn’t feel quite so excited about the notion of having him available to satisfy her physical needs. Something about her excitement made her uncomfortable. Less in control than she liked to be.
So she turned to humor, as she always did. “Yeah. We’ll see if you say that when you’re trying to fuck a horny woman who’s eight-and-a-half-months pregnant.”
He chuckled appreciatively. “Regardless, I mean it.”
“I know. I’ll give you a call if I get desperate, but I don’t want to get in the habit of this. An occasional night is one thing. We’re both intelligent adults, and we can keep it in perspective. But if we do this too much, then it’s bound to get complicated. Things like this always do.”
“It’s up to you. Just let me know.”
Erin felt a slight anxiety rise up as she reflected on this new situation. “But just so we’re clear. Despite your generous offer, I’m free to go out with any man I want, even if I want to just screw him.”
Seth tensed up slightly behind her but then immediately relaxed. “Of course. You’re free to do what you want.”
She nodded in satisfaction, but really could understand why the idea would bother him. It was a strange situation for both of them—and it would naturally create even more strange situations. “But, if it’s simply sex I want occasionally, then I’ll probably just ask you—since you offered so nicely and everything.”
She had no delusions about Seth’s good-natured generosity lasting longer than her pregnancy. He had his own life, and he had his own tastes in sexual affairs—and his tastes had never matched her, any more than her tastes had matched him. They’d been thrown together unexpectedly because of this pregnancy, but only a fool would think that things would miraculously transform into something serious. Something romantic.
Real life just didn’t turn out that way.
