by Claire Kent
He was still staring at her dumbly. “But, I told you before, I have no reason to refuse sex when it's offered.”
“That was before, when I was somewhat attractive.” She wished she could be as cool as he was about all of this. “But it’s a whole different matter to have to fuc—to have sex with a desperate, pregnant woman.”
“But I want to.”
She ignored him. Stared at the mirror instead of at his face. “What was I thinking, calling you away from a date on a Friday night? Assuming you’d just drop everything. That you’d want to—”
“Erin,” Seth interrupted, his voice firmer, almost authoritative. “I want to.”
This time, to prove his point, he grabbed her wrist and brought her hand down to his lap. Pressed Erin’s palm into the hard bulge there.
“I want to,” he said, one more time.
Erin gasped and pushed into the tight bulge which was her proof that he was already almost fully aroused.
Just as aroused as she was.
“Thank God.” Erin rubbed her hand against his hard arousal instinctively. “Thank God, it’s not just me.”
Seth closed his eyes briefly and let out a strangled inhalation. His hips shifted slightly as she massaged him. “It’s not just you.”
Feeling both her confidence and her enthusiasm return immediately, Erin adjusted herself more comfortably beside him and pulled him into another kiss. He sat on the side of the bed now, and she had her legs drawn up under her body. But they managed to share a very effective kiss, and Erin didn’t pull away from him, even when he released her lips.
She ran one hand down his firm chest to his flat belly and then to the bulge of his erection once more. As she cupped it lightly, she trailed kisses across his jaw line. To his high cheekbone. And finally to his ear.
She fluttered her tongue.
Seth bucked his pelvis up involuntarily into her hand.
She hadn’t been massaging him. She’d simply been feeling him through his trousers, as some sort of assurance that he actually wanted her, that she hadn't made the whole thing up in her desperation.
But, when she felt him thrust up as if against his will, she felt a thrill of power and excitement, affecting her heart, her belly, and her pussy.
“Erin,” Seth breathed, holding onto her with one hand and fisting the bedding beside his hip with the other.
Erin could feel desire tightening between her thighs. Felt his tense body in every one of her nerve endings. Fluttered her tongue once more.
He bucked up slightly, just like before, pushing his groin into her cupped hand. Humming in pleasure, Erin kept up the motion of her mouth and tongue, and Seth released a long, low groan as he gave a series of little thrusts into her palm.
She’d never known anything like it. That she could somehow make the cold, powerful, skilled Seth Thomas lose control like this.
Even six months pregnant.
After a minute, however, he jerked away from her touch and stood up. He was hot and panting, barely suppressing something primitive in his eyes. “God, Erin. You’re killing me.”
“I’m the one who’s dying here. I was just trying to take your clothes off so we could get on with it.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Liar. You were having some fun with me.”
She wanted to laugh, but she was too far gone to do more than whimper a little. “Are you complaining? And would you hurry up now?”
He pulled off his loosened bow tie and started to work on his shirt. Erin watched and tried to be patient, but her entire body now felt on the verge of eruption. Her breasts tingled torturously, so she cupped them with her hands and tried to chaff her tight nipples through the thin fabric of her chemise.
The stimulation caused her to arch her back a little, and, when she focused once more on Seth, she saw that he’d stopped midway through taking off his shirt and was staring at her dazedly.
The look in his eyes sent another jolt of sensation down to the throbbing ache between her legs. So, as he watched, she slid her hand from her breast, past the curve of her belly, then dipped it under the fluttering skirt of her chemise until she could slip it in between her legs.
She wasn’t wearing panties, so nothing was in her way.
Seth’s entire body looked painfully tense as he watched her stroking herself.
Finally, he rasped, “Getting a head start?”
Erin was impressed that he managed to keep his tone dry, despite his condition. “Since you don’t seem to be in any hurry.”
At this, Seth shed his clothes with significantly more haste. Then he grabbed a condom packet from where she’d put it earlier on the nightstand.
His erection was hard and prominent on his naked body, and Erin stared at it hungrily.
But she didn’t stop rubbing herself, sighing in relief as the stimulation eased some of her gathered tension.
“All right,” Seth prompted, stretching out beside her and staring down at her hand between her legs speakingly. “I’m ready to go now.”
“Yeah,” she breathed harshly, feeling a more purposeful pressure develop as she rubbed little circles on her clit. “Sorry. Blame it on the hormones. But you were too slow. I don’t think I can wait.”
Something pleased ignited in his eyes. He straightened up again and reached to remove her hand.
Erin grunted in frustration and tried to move her hand back.
He replaced her hand with his own. “Maybe I can help. Otherwise, I'll be an unnecessary accessory.”
“No need—” Erin began. But then released a sharp cry as he sunk one finger inside her.
“God, you’re wet,” he murmured, pumping the finger in and out in a way that made her writhe in pleasure.
Sucking in thick gasps of air, Erin managed to force out, “Let’s not start that again.”
He smiled appreciatively, although his face looked a little tense. Erin knew he was very aroused himself and that it was an effort for him to hold back long enough to please her like this.
Fortunately, it would take her very little time to come. Erin moved her hands back to her breasts and massaged them clumsily. Her hips rocked up into his hand. “All right. If you insist. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
“You’ll have to tell me what you like,” he said, adjusting his hand to get his thumb in a more strategic position. He stroked her experimentally.
“Oh, God. Good, but, not quite...” When Seth’s thumb landed squarely on her clit, she gasped, “Yeah, there, there.”
Arching her back and thrusting her pelvis up as Seth found a rhythm, Erin fell quickly toward orgasm.
Seth watched her with a strange sort of hunger, and his expression was so deep and intense that Erin had to close her eyes to keep from being distracted by it.
Her climax was quick and powerful, and she cried out in relief as she came.
Gasping urgently, she moaned in pleasure as Seth finally slid his hand out from between her legs. “Nicely done,” she murmured brokenly, deciding he deserved a little praise for his effort.
“I’m glad you approve.”
“Now get the condom on,” she said, not even caring if he thought she was bossy. The orgasm hadn't sated her as much as made her hungry for more.
He didn’t appear to mind this piece of instruction, and he tore open and rolled on a condom in an uncharacteristically awkward rush.
She'd never thought much about it, but—had she been asked a year ago—she would have guessed that Seth Thomas would be a perfectly skilled, suave, and confident lover.
He was good—no doubt about that. But he was no more controlled in this than she was.
Or maybe just a little bit more controlled than her, but that was just the fault of her surging hormones.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice tight with desire. “I assume you don’t want my weight on your stomach.”
“No,” she agreed. She should have done something as obvious as think through appropriate positions long before now
, but she hadn’t done any such thing.
“Doggie style should work,” Seth suggested, rubbing some perspiration off his brow. “What about that?”
Erin didn’t really feel like getting on her hands and knees, but she nodded anyway—as she couldn’t think of a better option. “Okay.”
Seth lowered his brows, evidently noticing something in her expression. “Or why don't you roll over on your side?”
Erin instinctively did as he asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. “Spoons?”
“Would that be more comfortable?”
She nodded. Much more comfortable. “But is it all right for you? It doesn’t really have the caveman thrill of doggie style.”
He gave her a half-smile. “My caveman doesn’t need any more encouragement at the moment.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of that comment, but it gave her a little shiver just the same. Then she was hit with a brainstorm and wondered if fucking the woman who was carrying his child gave him some sort of primitive thrill.
Maybe that was why she'd aroused him so easily and quickly.
Whatever the reason, he was definitely turned on. His face was flushed and he was close to breathless, and—when he pressed up against her back—she realized his body was burning up.
Despite the excessive heat, he felt incredibly good behind her, and she bent her knees some and shifted her arms until she was more comfortable. The fabric of her chemise was bunched up around her waist, and she felt Seth bending his own legs to fit them into the curve made by hers.
Then she felt his hand searching out her entrance. Then moving his cock into place. “Good?” he asked thickly, his voice right at her ear and his erection nudging at her experimentally.
“Yeah,” she agreed, leaning forward some to make the initial penetration easier. “Good.”
So he slowly sheathed himself inside her from behind. And they both moaned at the sensations resulting from his hard cock clasped tightly inside her.
“Too deep?” His body was clenched like a fist behind her.
Erin gave a huff of laughter and glanced back at his tense face. “You call this deep?”
“Just checking.”
Feeling the overwhelming compulsion of desire welling up again, Erin straightened her back until his chest was pressed up directly against her spine, the adjustment making his penetration even tighter, more pleasurable. His arm had gone around her, stroking her belly and then moving up to one of her breasts. He played idly with her nipple through the fabric of her lingerie.
“Seth,” she groaned, sliding her hand past her inordinately large belly until she found her own clit. “Seth, please, I want you to move.”
He kept fondling one of her nipples, but his body was completely still behind her. He breathed rapidly against her neck. “Give me a minute,” he forced out, and she wondered how hard an admission that had been for him to make.
Erin felt for him. She really did. He seemed to be hanging on to his control by a thread. And there was something exhilarating about the knowledge that it was desire for her that had gotten him to that point.
But her body had a will of its own, and it couldn't wait anymore. She rubbed at her clit, the pressure causing her pussy to tighten around his hard cock, and then she started to pump her hips back toward him.
The slight friction of his shifting inside her in combination with the sensations at her breast and her clit caused Erin’s lust to leap forward, coalescing into a newly cresting climax.
“Erin. Not too fast.” He didn’t try to stop her though, but instead let her ride him as best she could. Maybe he’d realized, after last time, that once she started she couldn’t be stopped.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, her body jerking against him and the exquisite pressure deepening until it was almost unbearable. “Can’t help...Oh, God, yeah, Seth, yeah.”
She was doing most of the work, although he’d started to adjust his body to match the urgent, confined, little pumps she made with her hips.
He was still fumbling at her nipple, and the touch sent sharp tugs of pleasure down to the building pleasure at her center. She rubbed at her clit desperately, feeling Seth’s cock hitting inside her in a way that caused her to gasp with involuntary need.
She squeezed her eyes shut and rocked against him as much as she could, pushing hard on her clit, since that was the primary source of her present stimulation.
“Fuck, Erin,” Seth grunted. “Can you come? I don’t know if I can—”
“Yeah,” she cried out, her voice shrill and embarrassing. “Uh huh, yeah.”
“Fuck,” Seth bit out again, suddenly breaking into a series of short, rapid thrusts.
The additional speed and friction was all Erin needed for her pleasure to peak. She came, whimpering out something incoherent and curling her fingers and toes.
“God,” she gasped, as her body finally started to relax again. “Oh, God. That was good. Oh, God. Thanks.”
Seth had stifled a sound as her inner muscles clamped down around his cock, but he’d managed to hold it together. He was still hard as he slid out of her all the way, obviously still trying to keep from losing control. He was tense and hot behind her, and she felt him moving around—wondered if he was checking the condom. His breath was coming out in quick pants that ruffled her hair. "You mostly have yourself to thank for that one,” he admitted. “You do pretty well on your own.”
Erin felt ridiculously pleased, although she wasn’t sure if it was entirely a compliment. “You do pretty well too. I just sometimes have trouble being patient.”
He chuckled faintly, and she loved the way his amusement shook his body behind her. “Patience doesn’t seem to be one of your virtues,” he agreed, although she could tell from his voice that he was teasing. He nudged her again with the tip of his cock, and soon he’d sheathed himself in her pussy again. “But, if you’ll give me a minute now, then maybe I can do a little of the work myself.”
Erin’s second climax had given her a little leeway as far as her urgency went, so she forced herself to lay still and enjoy the occasional shudders from her orgasm and the feel of Seth’s hard flesh tighter than ever inside her.
After a minute, he began stroking her body again, his hand sliding its way from her pelvis to her stomach to her breasts.
Erin squirmed back against him. “Seth, if you’re going to do that, you’d better be ready to—”
“I’m ready.” His voice in her ear was husky. “But let’s go a little slower this time.”
Erin reached behind her to cling to Seth’s shoulder. “I don’t like to go slow.”
“I know,” he murmured, kissing her neck with uncharacteristic tenderness. “But, I guarantee it’ll be better if we go slow.”
“What about all of that famous Seth Thomas control?”
“It seems to have deserted me at the most inconvenient moment.”
Erin looked at him over her shoulder. “I don’t mind,” she said. “I’ve never been a fan of excessive control.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” He shifted slightly and his hand settled on her belly. “But the lack of control would be counterproductive in this particular instance. We’re supposed to be taking care of your needs, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” Erin allowed, feeling strangely shy for some unaccountable reason. “But maybe we can tackle your needs at the same time.”
His hand slid up over her breasts and then to her face, and he pushed some of the damp hair off her cheeks. “Very kind of you, but my needs aren't something you want to fully tackle.”
Before she could fully process the implications of what he’d said, he drew his pelvis back to thrust into her slowly.
She sighed in pleasure and stretched against him. Then moaned a little as he continued a rhythm of slow, gentle thrusts.
It felt lovely, but she wasn’t going to come just from this, so she started to move her hand back into position.
Seth’s hand beat her there.
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sp; She stiffened when she felt two of his fingers press into her clit.
“I usually do it myself,” she explained breathlessly, feeling the shuddering pleasure from the pressure of his fingers.
“I know.” He kissed the side of her neck again. “But I thought maybe you could use a break.”
“I’m fine doing—”
“You might be surprised by how good it is if you’ll let me.”
“Okay.” She relaxed and let him caress her as he continued to thrust.
Then she groaned, low and long, as the sensations from the stimulation of her clit combined with the way he was moving inside her.
She lowered her hand to cover his, pressing into it intentionally to show him what she liked.
He followed her lead without question, and she moaned again as she withdrew her hand.
“Good,” he murmured. “Just let me please you.”
She was concentrating on breathing, trying to let the sensations overtake her rather than grasping at them desperately the way she usually did. It was harder than she expected, since everything was feeling so good.
Seth started to pant behind her, but he kept his motion slow and steady, his cock sliding wetly inside her and generating luscious, torturous friction.
Soon, Erin had trouble staying patient. “God,” she gasped, flailing wildly until she reached up to grab onto her headboard. “Seth, it’s so good. I need…I need…”
She didn’t know what she needed. Hung on desperately as the sensations washed over her, completely out of her control.
“Yes, Erin. So good.” Seth massaged her clit with focused coordination, and his thick voice was just as erotic. “Just like that.”
Erin arched against him dramatically, her swollen breasts and belly feeling like they were throbbing on her body. She forced herself not to jerk her hips. Breathed urgently and clutched at the headboard as he pumped into her. “Oh, God, oh, God,” she mumbled, compelled by the most exquisite frustration she’d ever experienced. “Seth, I can’t...”
Her pelvis gave a few involuntary pumps backward, but she made herself slow down to meet the steady motion of his thrusts. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, “you can. God, you feel so good.”
