Rupert leaned down and kissed me, his tongue invaded my mouth in an erotic, passionate stroke that had me arching up and moaning. Since getting pregnant, everything was more intense, my emotions, my moods, and my body when he’d touch it. I suppose there was an upside to being pregnant besides being a little irrational from the hormones. The way it made my body feel and all the extra blood flow increased sensation.
He broke the kiss and worked his mouth down on my body. I could feel his vibrating tongue ring as he turned it on and trailed down my belly and I gasped. I knew what was coming. He had magic in that tongue of his, the most intense orgasms could be achieved with a few well-placed flicks of his tongue. When his hands gently slid under my bottom to boost me up, I felt the metal before I felt his tongue. He lapped at me, circling his tongue and the vibrating metal around my clit. I jerked against the handcuffs, the urge to dig my fingers into his hair was natural instinct and I moaned when I couldn’t move and realized how much at his mercy I was.
He tortured me, in a good way. Every time I’d get close to achieving my climax, he’d pull back and let my body rest for a minute. I was in agony, so close, I started to beg for it.
“Please Rupert, I need you, I’m so close, just let me cum, please,” I asked him, my hips grinding up coming off his hands to smash against his lips and tongue. I had juices trailing between my butt cheeks, soaking the bed I was so wet. I just wanted him to finish what he started, and take me. I loved the way his cock felt inside of me, it was the one time in the world where everything made sense to me. I know sex shouldn’t be the most important thing in a relationship, but for me, when all else felt chaotic and hectic, sex was the glue that helped me keep the rest of it together while I figured it out.
Sex was supposed to be chaotic and exciting and channeling the energy from other areas into an exciting sex life helped keep the rest of it calmer. My toes curled and I spread my legs wider, I wanted to grab his head and just hold it in the right spot so he’d stop teasing me, but the restraints kept me from doing what I wanted.
I growled low in my throat, I was about to go crazy, he was driving me insane. And just when I thought he wasn’t going to stop, he touched me, two fingers slid easily inside me and he attacked my clit with that wonderful, vibrating tongue ring and let me cum. I screamed and bucked against his face. His fingers twisted inside of me, pushing my orgasm higher, my toes curled and my knees came up as everything tightened up and went intense. I could feel my muscles squeezing his fingers so hard he actually muttered an ouch against my clit.
I collapsed in breathless relaxation as my entire body went from being stiff to so relaxed I couldn’t even move. He let go of me, and kissed me. He’d turned his tongue ring off so he didn’t break my teeth, which I appreciated and his tongue stroked against mine. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue and felt a little embarrassed. I’d never completely get used to tasting myself. He liked kissing me after her went down on me, or making me taste his fingers after he used his hand to make me squirt and cum all over the place. He was so open sexually, and he pushed my boundaries constantly. It was hot, and erotic and I liked the way he thought when it came to sex.
Rupert pressed his knees between mine, spreading my legs wider, I could feel his large cock pressing against my opening and I widened my legs for him. I wanted him inside me, right now all the cares and fears fell away as he entered me. He took me to the heights of ecstasy again and all I could think a few hours later, that I wish we could just stay in bed all the time. It was so much simpler. He removed the handcuffs and the blindfold and cuddled me close.
“I love you,” I told him. It was hard for me to say this, I was still scared of being involved with him, but I had to work on that and face my fears, especially if we were going to get married, and have babies. Or a baby. I realized that I thought we’d be having more than one and I freaked out a little bit. I started breathing fast and he sensed my distress.
“Lara?” He asked me, his eyebrows came up together and he looked at me concerned. “You okay?”
“Sorry, just had a thought that hit me funny,” squinting at him, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I just was thinking of the pregnancy and the wedding as being more than one baby. Or future babies. Or both. I don’t know. Do you want more than one?”
“I’m fine having a one… or five. It doesn’t really matter to me. We can afford them, so it will just be up to how much we can handle emotionally. Let’s see how this one goes first and we can talk about it later, okay?” Rupert was usually pretty reasonable and he often made me feel like I was a basket case of emotions and thoughts with his reasonable responses to most situations. It made him a really good diplomat and prince, but sometimes I found myself frustrated that he rarely lost his cool and I always wondered if my being more emotional would be used against me as his wife.