Sweet Torment(39)

He works the muscles softly and then deeply, gradually moving from my lower back to my butt. "Still feeling good?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He showers kisses on my skin and moves down to nibble on my cheeks. He goes lower and his warm breath is on my slit, teasing me before his tongue swipes upward. It feels good, and I wouldn't mind him fucking me gently, but I'm still not on board with anal. I think that bum fun will be more bum than fun.

There's been so much more pressure there with this baby. Doctor says it's because it's my third. Odd. It doesn't seem to be so bad at the moment.

Bram pushes his finger through my slit and then circles my entrance, using my juices to lubricate it. "Can I fuck your pussy first?"

First. The cocky bastard really believes he's getting in my ass. "Yeah."

He slides inside me and slowly thrusts while rubbing the hole he's really after. "Does that feel good?"

I didn't think it would but shit, it actually does. "Yes."

He moves in and out of me for a couple of minutes. "Want my finger inside your ass now?"

Fuck. The horny, anal-sex-loving bastard is actually making me want this. Dammit, it feels like defeat after I was so cocky about not wanting it. "Yes."

I'm rocking my hips forward and back with his thrusts when his finger slides in. This shouldn't feel this good. And where the hell did all that pelvic pressure go?

"Want me to add another one?"

Fuck me, I do. "Yes."

"That's my good girl." He slides a second finger in and leans over to kiss my back. "You like that, don't you?"

I don't reply because I hate admitting he's right, but my husband knows my answer by the way I'm moving with him.

"Don't have to tell me, Claud. I know what you want."

He does. Always has.

Bram pulls out of me and glides his cock through my slit. I anticipate him entering my ass at any moment, but he doesn't. I wait some more, even rub against him to let him know I'm ready. But he still doesn't enter me. "What's wrong?"

"I know this is it. The last time I get inside you for a long time, so I'm psyching myself up. I don't want to come after two strokes."

His statement is a reminder we will be getting the newest member of the Windsor household tomorrow. My doctor says this baby girl is getting too big for my small pelvis so I'm going into the hospital in the morning to be induced since I haven't gone into labor on my own. 

"You won't come in two strokes, so go for it, big Bram."

He eases into me and groans, "Fuck! That is so good." He pulls back and then thrusts in slowly again. "Is this good for you, babe?"

"Mmm-hmm." It is. Like Bram, I enjoy anal sex, so we're a perfect match.

Bram reaches around to rub my clit. He's so good at this. Making me come while he fucks me in my ass. So good. Every. Time.

He circles it fast and hard, slow and soft, back and forth, side to side. He thought he would be the one to come fast, but it's going to be me if he keeps this up. "I'm already close."

He's moving faster now. "Come for me, Claud. I want to feel your body quiver and contract around me because you're orgasming hard."

I circle my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. Then the first wave comes. I clench my cheeks around him tightly, but he keeps moving when my insides squeeze around him.

"Claud …  oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." That's all he manages to get out.

I hear a naughty little chuckle before he leans down to kiss my back. "Told you I'd make you want it. I always do."

"Damn you, Noel Abraham Windsor. How do you do that?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Bram jerks out of me at the same time that I jolt at the sound of our son's voice coming from the doorway. I dive, best I can, into the bed and pull the sheet over me. "Abraham, what are you doing up from your nap?"

"What you doing to Mama?"

I look at my husband with wide eyes for an answer.

Bram busies himself with pulling on his jeans. "Baby Scout was making Mama's back hurt, so I was rubbing it to make her feel better."

Abraham is a smart boy, sometimes too smart. Not sure he's buying that story.

Bram reaches for a T-shirt. "Go watch cartoons while I finish changing clothes, and I'll come make you a snack."

"'Kay."

Bram laughs as he falls on the bed beside me.

I slap his chest. "Not funny. We probably just scarred our son for life."

"He's four, Claud. He'll be fine."

God, I hope so. I walked in on my parents having sex one time. Took years for me to recover.

Bram reaches under the sheet and rubs my tummy. The baby is active, moving all over the place. "I do believe that stirred Miss Scout."

When I look down, I can see the waves of movement under my skin like a restless sea. "I'm going to miss that."