He gave me everything, all of him. This time slower, tantalizing. He eased his cock inside of me half of the way and then thrust in harshly the other half. I gasped again and grabbed his sides, trying to hold him inside me. My pussy clenched against him, squeezing, hoping to keep him there forever.
“This,” he said, his voice rugged, “is a simpler procedure, and far less painful. In fact, most patients find it quite enjoyable.”
“Yessss,” I hissed.
He pulled out of me and slammed back in, this time making the table beneath me shake. My body quivered against his and I nearly fell off the table, but he placed his hands under my ass and held me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, thrusting hard into me. “I know that, but I can’t… I don’t…”
Despite what he couldn’t or didn’t want to do, he kept doing it very well. “Asher,” I whimpered. “Please. I need you. You’re going to be a father. Show me, please.”
He leaned down and touched his nose against mine, looking me in the eyes. I looked up at him, breathing hard and heavy, staring at him. He looked so intense, so demanding. He thrust into me again and again, erratic and unstoppable.
It was fast and unromantic and sloppy, but that was a huge part of the appeal to me. Two people, both needing each other so badly that they couldn’t wait, still mostly fully clothed and fooling around on the padded table in an in vitro facility. I wondered if anyone had ever done this before as a sort of last ditch effort. Good luck, perhaps, a different way of producing results. I would have liked that, too. A miracle, or something like it.
“Please,” I begged him. “Cum inside me. I want you to. Please, Asher.”
He scrunched up his face as if making a decision. His thrusts slowed, becoming more elegant and pronounced. His cock hit every wonderful part inside of me at this point, angled upwards and sliding back and forth across the rugged flesh of my g-spot. I could feel the beginnings of my orgasm, making themselves known and inquiring about entry. Yes, of course, I thought to myself. Come right in.
“Jessika,” Asher said, his face twisted in pleasure. “I can’t. The doctor. You need to, after…”
“I don’t care, I don’t care,” I said, hasty. “No, don’t, no.”
He thrust inside of me one last time, slamming me back against the table. My climax crashed into me, sending me into a blissful state of unawareness. My inner walls clutched against Asher’s cock, urging him to stay, welcoming his seed in its natural state. In vitro fertilization was good, but maybe we should practice with the real thing first, right?
But, no. Asher remained in control of himself and pulled out of me. I tried to stop him, held him tight with my hands, but he managed to loosen my fingers enough to free himself. Just barely, almost not enough, and as soon as his cock slipped free of my pussy his own orgasm flared up. I looked down, captivated by his thick, bulging erection trapped between my thighs. His cockhead seemed to strain against itself, growing and flexing, and then he let loose a stream of cum. His sticky seed splashed against my pink panties, leaving a line of white goo. Then another, and one more, and a final, tiny amount that clung to the head of his quivering cock.
My orgasm matched his rhythm, tensing and growing with every shot of his cream. The scene in front of me, the naughtiness of what we’d just done, it fueled my fantasies. I shivered and spasmed on the table, and while I wanted him inside of me, filling me, some vague part of me knew he was right. The doctor would need to do some preliminary exams, and most likely that involved scoping out my lower region. No matter how much cleaning up we did after the fact, she’d probably suspect something if she saw the remnants of a recent sexual encounter. And would she tell Beatrice?
Asher finished spurting, but apparently he wasn’t finished with me. Grabbing my panties again, catching me off guard, he pulled them aside and thrust himself inside of me. Once, twice, again. My orgasm soared back to life, caught up in his need, and I clenched against him. No one had ever done this with me before. Granted, every man I’d been with before now had always worn a condom, too.
I bucked my hips against Asher, riding him to another peak of pleasure. He slammed into me, hard and urgent, fighting against the clock and trying to force me to orgasm again. I felt him flex inside of me, straining to keep his cock hard enough to satisfy me. He could have remained perfectly still and let me bask in the feel of him inside me for all I cared; it probably would have done the same thing.