Knocked Up(48)

"Touch yourself for me," he muttered and, despite the rush of nerves, she followed his command. Her body felt so achy, so needy, for him. For Luke.

Slipping her hand between her parted thighs, she circled her swollen bud and worked herself closer to the edge of pleasure, bobbing her head faster and faster with every passing stroke.

She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her, needed him to fill her up to the point of breaking her, but she was already so close…it had been so long.

He gripped the edge of the bed and his knees buckled a bit, though he didn't fall.

"Fuck, Tawny," he murmured, "I need to have you."

But this time she didn't listen. She wanted him to have everything, and so she worked him as her mouth took in as much of him as she could manage. Gagging a little, she continued to hum as she fucked him with her mouth, stroking herself with every move.

"No," he growled, and then he pushed her back and joined her on the floor. His mouth crashed against hers and she met his tongue without thinking, hardly without breathing. Their tongues twisted and turned and then they were lying on the carpet together, both lost in the push and pull of their bodies.

She didn't know how he'd done it, but before she knew it, she found herself on top of him--ready to take him deep into her waiting channel. This, she knew, was the time when she should have rolled off and bent over. Or maybe when she should have crawled between his legs and fucked him with her mouth until his hot come spurted onto her tongue, ready for her to swallow in one gulp.

Instead, though, she trusted him, rolled her hips back to tease the head of his cock with her wetness.

"Don't you dare tease me," he murmured and she smiled down at him. "I want to feel your pussy clench around me. I want to feel you come."

Another hot, hard shiver rolled through her at the words and she took him in hand, gripping him hard before taking all of him into her in one quick, deep thrust.

It was enough to make her eyes cross with pleasure--he throbbed inside her, hard and big and needy, and she moved up and down without thinking. All the while, he held her belly, steadying her as she worked him up and down.

She closed her eyes, wanting to focus on every little quiver of her pussy as she pushed him deeper and deeper still. And then, out of nowhere, she felt the rough, sweet sensation of his hand against her pussy, working her in tiny little circles until she lost control of her calculated thrusts and pulled back, fucking him with all her might.

She needed more--wanted more. Wanted to fill herself with him.

"That's it, babe," he murmured. "You're so fucking hot."

And in that moment--in spite of her belly and her aching, swollen breasts--she felt like he was right. She felt sexy. And it was all because of him.

Pleasure coiled low in her stomach then snaked up her spine as she worked him harder still, her walls tightening with every throb of his stiff cock, and she knew she was on the precipice. Close, so close...

And then his thumb brushed over her sensitive clit and she was done, rocking up and down so fast and hard that she couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't hear. She could only feel the way her entire body stiffened and then stretched out into infinity, loving the ripples of pleasure as they swirled and spun inside her.

"Luke," she cried, "yes, Luke."

And then he joined her, his gorgeous muscles tensing beneath her hands, a groan erupting from his mouth as his fingers clutched her hips tight.

“Ah, Tawny, fuck,” he growled, jerking and bucking beneath her, pinning her hips to his as he spurted deep inside her. His orgasm triggered another in her, and she held on for dear life, gasping and trembling over him.

When the blood finally stopped rushing in her ears and she was able to open her eyes again, Luke was there, staring up at her. His gaze was warm and sweet as he traced his fingers over her hips.

“You’re amazing. I’ve been thinking about that for weeks,” he murmured with a laugh.

She waited for the nerves to arise. For the embarrassment and uncertainty to swamp her again, but it never came. All she felt was…happy.

She slid off him to his side and he held her close.

“Are you hungry? I don’t know if that Cheez Whiz cut it and I can order a pizza or something,” he asked softly.

She shook her head and burrowed as close as she could manage with her belly between them.

“Nope, I’m good.”

Lie.

She was great. And, from here on out, she was going to stop second-guessing every good feeling she had. It was time to let go and see where this thing between them could go for real. No more holding back.

The baby was good, things were awesome between her and Luke and she felt almost invincible. It was only up from here…