I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed him with passionate force as he unclipped my not-so-sexy wireless maternity bra, releasing my swollen and fuller-than-usual breasts into his waiting hands. He groaned at their plumper feel.
They had been tender of late, but what they were experiencing right at that moment when he tongued my nipples was pure relief. I swear to God, when you’re pregnant every single sense in your body is heightened, and my sense of touch and feel were no exception.
The tip of his tongue traced small circles around my nipple, then he gently tugged at it with his teeth. Holy fuck. As his tongue continued its delicious assault, his hand firmly squeezed and massaged my other breast.
He swapped his actions between both my breasts, giving them equal attention from his hands and mouth. I loved it, and in response, I began to rock my pelvis on top of his cock, which from its position underneath me had become more prominent. He groaned at my movement while continuing to worship my chest with his mouth, forcing me to drop my head back and let out the moan I know he liked.
“Mmm, I fucking love you,” he mumbled.
“Good.” I arrogantly replied. “You should.” I brought my head back up, smiling cheekily at him.
He growled, then grabbed a hold of the back of my neck and pulled me forward to meet his mouth, while I lifted my hips just enough for him to pull down his jeans and free his mouth-watering erection.
“Mmm,” I groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his warm, hard length.
“Fuck, Alexis,” he slurred in response, as he pushed my skirt up around my stomach, revealing my underwear. Before I could say anything, he tightly gripped the top and swiftly ripped them apart with ease.
The sheer erotic look on his face as he released me from them nearly tipped me over the edge. I will never get tired of watching him do that. I moaned again and lifted higher, waiting for his touch—which didn’t take long.
He slowly trailed his finger over my clitoris, making my breasts even firmer than what they already were and my head drop forward to meet his. The feel of his finger as he dragged it back and forth was sensational, making me pant and breathe heavily, causing the windows in the car to fog over from my fierce exhalation.
“Put your cock inside of me now!” I demanded, having now come to my absolute brink after two weeks without it. “I’m not waiting a second longer, Bryce.”
He smirked salaciously and took hold of his erection, positioning the tip so that I could lower myself onto it. I placed both my hands on his shoulders and didn’t hesitate, dropping down, and instantly forcing a groan to escape us both. My hips sprung to life, immediately moving up and down his incredible length, the motion divinely plaguing my body with a sensation so heavenly delightful. In that moment I reaffirmed that yes, my heightened sense of touch was definitely my favourite perk of pregnancy.
I gripped the back of his seat for balance and placed one hand against the roof, allowing me more control over my movements.
“You have no fucking idea how much I have missed the feel of you, Alexis. I belong inside of you.”
“Oh trust me. I know,” I moaned.
Bryce’s head fell back against the seat, revealing the sexy veins in his neck. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from his collarbone, over the veins and up to his mouth where I savoured the taste of him. Then, grabbing the back of my head, he pressed me into him and prolonged our hungry kiss.
I broke away gasping, my eyes now widened with the urge to bring us both undone, so I replaced my hand against the roof and quickened my pace, pumping as hard and as quickly as I could—facilitating my rising orgasm.
I felt his fingers grip my hips tightly, indicating he was right there with me. “Are you ready?” I asked breathlessly. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
“Yes, Hunny. Now!”
Without hesitation, I moved my hand from the roof and grabbed his head, pressing him to my mouth as he stiffened and released. Fuck, I have missed that.
After screaming the relief of finally having a fuck-induced-orgasm, I massaged his tongue with my own and slowed down my movements.
He released his grip on my hips and placed his hands on my arse. “Mmm, I love your arse,” he mumbled while gripping it tightly.
“You won’t for long,” I mumbled back, as our tongues continued to caress one another’s.
He pulled away with a confused expression on his face. “Why?” he chuckled. “What are you talking about?”
“You won’t love it much longer because it is more than likely going to double in size.”
My heart started to pound at the realisation of what I had just explained and from the knowledge of past experience that my body was soon going to balloon. Oh shit. I am going to resemble a beached whale. He is going to find me hideous.