I lift my hips, beyond excited about what L is going to do to me. I haven’t gotten off in weeks so I’m happier than a camel on Wednesday.
I’ve wanted to jerk off many times over the last few weeks but it felt wrong to experience any kind of pleasure while L was going through so much, especially while she was in the hospital fighting to save our baby. I couldn’t even consider it then. I thought about it after she was home and the initial danger was behind us, but it still didn’t feel right since she was in such a miserable state.
This, however, doesn’t feel wrong, so I grab her pillow and prop it with mine behind my head so I can watch her every move.
She puts her palms on my thighs and glides them upward until her fingertips brush my balls. She teases me for a moment, lightly sweeping her fingers back and forth, and I think I’ll implode from the anticipation.
Her hand moves up and holds the base of my cock as she circles her tongue around the head. The stiff tip flicks several times at a supersensitive area just below the crown. She alternates these motions several times before taking me fully into her mouth. “That feels so fucking good.” I put my hands in her hair and pull all of it into my fist in a high ponytail because I love watching my cock slide in and out of her mouth. I could almost come just by the sight of it alone.
She takes me out of her mouth and anchors my cock against my stomach. Then she does something new. Her tongue starts at the base of my balls and she licks the pleasure trail running top to bottom along my scrotum, the seam separating my boys. She draws the loose skin of the seam into her mouth and lightly sucks, bringing the blood, and the pleasure receptors, to the surface. “Fuck!” I groan.
She smiles and looks up at me. “You like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I like that a-fucking-lot. Please don’t let this be the one and only time you do that.”
“I’ve got plenty more for you, caveman.”
She takes my cock back into her mouth and massages my balls for a moment before I feel her finger against the skin under my sac. She presses it more firmly and rotates it in a circular motion. Slow, and then fast. Soft, and then hard. I’ve never been harder and what’s building has never felt more powerful. “Ohh …” I tap her on the head, our signal that I’m about to come, but I can’t say the words. I’m speechless aside from the incomprehensible garble leaving my mouth.
She stops and holds my cock so it’s pointing toward my stomach as she continues pressing that spot under my balls until I have this crazy, powerful explosion, by far the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. “Holy shit, L. That was …” I can’t even think of a fitting word to describe it.
“Great?” She looks so hopeful, as if she’s afraid she hasn’t pleased me.
Calling it great would be an insult. “Mind-blowing is a better word, but even that doesn’t do it justice. Don’t get me wrong. You’ve given me some fantastic head in the past but that was the best ever. What was that you were doing with your finger?”
I think she’s blushing. “It was my knuckle and I was stimulating your prostate.”
I look at how much cum is on my stomach. “You stimulated me, all right. I think you milked me dry.”
“I’ve heard there’s more semen when you press the prostate so I was afraid to swallow.” She shakes her head. “This pregnancy still has my gag reflex working overtime.” She slides to the edge of the bed. “I’m gonna grab a towel.”
She returns and wipes me clean. She rolls the towel up, tossing it out of the way, and then slides in next to me. I pull her close and kiss her as I slide my hand under her gown, but she grabs my wrist. “No.”
“I’m only going to touch on the outside.”
She moves my hand away. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I know anything on the inside is off limits, but I want to make you feel good too.”
She shakes her head. “Lying next you after giving you a mind-blowing orgasm makes me feel good.”
“I can do much better than that.”
“I’m afraid to have an orgasm even if nothing goes inside me. Maybe we can try later when the baby is far enough along to survive, in case it puts me into labor or something.”
She’s right. It isn’t worth the risk just to feel good. “Okay.”
She puts her head on my chest and traces an infinity on my stomach around my belly button with her finger. “Don’t be mad.”
I could never be upset with her over something like this. “Baby, I’m not mad. You’re thinking of our child’s safety. I could never be upset with you over that.”
“Pleasing you pleases me, so I’m fine with getting you off and not having the favor returned. You can make up for it later.”
I will definitely make this up to her. “I know you don’t mind but I love making you come. It’s quite satisfying for me to watch your face when you squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your cute little nose as you open your mouth and pant.”
“That’s what I look like when I come?”
“Almost every time.”
She turns and props her chin on my chest. “What do I look like the other times?”
“Sometimes you bite your bottom lip. Both of your come faces are really hot. Lets me know I’m doing something right.”
“Everything you do is perfect. You always make me feel great.” She lifts her face and stretches to kiss me. “Never doubt that, McLachlan.”
She lowers her head to my chest and settles in as though she might be ready for sleep. Again.
We lie there for a brief moment when I hear her sharp intake of breath. “What is it? Are you having a pain?”
She lifts her head to look at me and grins. “No. The baby is moving.” I’ve yet to feel a single movement. Every time I try, the baby either stills or I simply can’t detect it. It may seem silly, but I think I’m a little jealous that L’s feeling it and I can’t. “This little stinker is turning flips tonight so I bet you’ll feel it this time. Give me your hand.”
L turns to her back and lifts her gown. She takes my hand and places at the top of her small bump. “It’s more on the left side.” We’re silent, waiting, as if the absence of sound will help my sense of feel.
And then it happens. I feel a gentle nudge beneath my hand. “I felt that.” And I feel something else as well. Love—the true and real kind.