Infinity(22)

I know what I need. I need him inside of my mouth. Craving this new level of intimacy, I need to taste the essence of my husband.

I tap his thigh indicating that I want him to lie down. He does, but wrinkles his brow in confusion. I kneel over him and bend down taking him into my mouth, and suck as if I’m starving. I cup his heavy balls in my other hand, feeling how warm they are. “Fuck, Charlie, what are you doing to me?” he growls.

I ignore him, taking him deeper down my throat than I ever have before. My cheeks hollow, and my throat swallows around him.

His moans spur me on, making me ache to have him filling me again, but I don’t dare quit. My power over him is hedonistic.

He reaches down and grabs my head, trying to make me stop as I feel his balls tighten up against his body. “No,” he says, in a voice that says he really doesn’t know if he means for me to actually quit.

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t get me to remove him from my mouth. I want his come. I want to taste him. I want to swallow it. I’m starving for it. This is definitely the pregnancy hormones talking.

He grips my hair, tugging painfully, and says, “I’m going to come, Charlie.” His voice is so authoritative that it almost makes me pause for a second.

That’s what I want.

When the first spurt hits the back of my throat, I hollow out my cheeks even more, longing for every drop.

I only stop when he pleads through gritted teeth, and with graveled voice, “You’re hurting me baby,” he says as he taps my head.

I’m not sated yet. Standing up without looking back at him, I walk through our bathroom and into the bedroom. I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pull out my favorite toy. It’s my vibrator with a rabbit clit-stimulator. Yup! It’ll do, I decide.

Colin walks into the bedroom just as I’m turning on my toy and shoving it not so gingerly inside of me. “Care to help?” I ask as he stares at me like I’m an escaped psych-ward patient.

“What is wrong with you?” He’s in all his naked glory while his semi-firm penis flops against the inside of his toned thigh. He doesn’t say it like he’s concerned for my safety. Poor Colin is clearly confused as to what to do with me.

Ignoring him, I close my eyes, concentrating on how good the vibrations feel inside. This is what I need to find my release.

I guess Colin decides if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, because I feel him slip his large hand around the base of the BOB, replacing my grip. “Is this what you need, baby?” he asks with a concern-etched voice.

I moan as I let him take over pleasuring me. Opening my eyes, I check to make sure that he’s okay with this. Not that I particularly care at the moment, but I want to see his reaction to using toys on me.

I’m pleased that he seems to be getting into it. His lust-heavy eyes watch the toy sliding in and out of me. “God, Charlie. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Do you like this?” he asks while he changes the angle of the BOB. “Do you like it when I angle it forwards and then back?”

“Colin…” I moan. I’ve been a fan of sex toys since I discovered what an orgasm was in high school, but I’ve never had anyone else use them to pleasure me. It’s hot. Maybe beyond hot. There’s a new level of intimacy with Colin that I wasn’t expecting.

“How about if I squeeze your nipples like this?” He pinches my over-sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and my eyes roll back in my head.

The jolt of pleasure and pain travels to where the vibrator is working me into a frenzy, making me yell out something incoherent to my own ears.

“Keep doing that,” I plead. “Oh, God, please keep doing it just like that.” The orgasm that wracks through my body is so overwhelming that I might have temporarily lost consciousness. Holy hell! That felt amazing.

Colin slowly begins to turn down the vibrations on my toy until it’s off. When I feel him slide it out of me, I open my eyes for the first time since I came to look at my lover’s face. When he sees my irises, he shakes his head and smirks. “What has gotten into you, Charlie? I’ve never seen anything like that, except on a porno.”

I tartly reply, “Your baby.”



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We’ve shared a near perfect evening of dining outside and swimming, until a night chill filled the air. Colin and I showered together, and made love against the cold slate wall. Later in the evening, as I was tucked in tightly against his chest and covered in our summer sheet and blanket, Colin sang to me “I Haven’t Even Heard You Cry” by Aaron Lines. The words couldn’t have been more perfect to mark our feelings. Pregnancy hormones got the best of me, though when he sang the line, And I’ll make mistakes there’s no doubt. But love’s one thing you won’t live without. ‘Cause you own a place in my heart now.