deeper I slid into her, the deeper we kissed. I fucked her harder, and we kissed more passionately, more desperately, until we were both panting too hard.
I raised myself above her and thrust into her, my arms quivering beneath me.
“You’re still shaking,” Carmen said. “You’re not still nervous, are you?”
“No, not in the least.” I dipped my head and let our lips brush. “Just from holding myself up.”
“Hmm, maybe you should let me get on top,” she said. “It’s your birthday; you shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“Hmm, I don’t think I’d call this work.”
“You don’t want me on top?”
“I didn’t say that.” I pulled out and, taking her with me, rolled onto my back. “I just said I wouldn’t call it work.”
She laughed but then bit her lip and moaned softly as she pressed against my cock. I was about to suggest she lift up so I could guide myself to her, but with a roll of her hips, she took me inside her.
“Oh my God…” I groaned, arching my back and closing my eyes as she rode me. What she did with her hips, a combination back-and-forth roll while moving up and down, it was unreal. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you,” she whispered.
I looked up at her. Sweet Jesus. Women may not have been my first inclination, but this one? I’d forgo most men to touch her.
And from here, I could touch her. In this position, my hands were free to roam all over her body. I ran them up her sides, over her breasts. When my palms brushed her nipples, she gasped and faltered, so I did it again. Then again.
“You like that?” I murmured.
She nodded. “Do it…harder.”
“Harder?”
She guided my thumbs and forefingers to where she wanted them, so I was pinching her nipples. “Do it hard .”
“Like this?”
“Mm-hmm.” She moaned and rode me faster. “One advantage to being pregnant, I guess. My nipples have never been this sensitive.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“Oh, it does,” she breathed. “God damn it, it feels good.”
“Is that right?” Before she could answer, I pinched them just a little harder, and she gasped as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Hell, yes.” She leaned forward and rested her weight on her hands. At this angle, and with her arms to hold her up, she moved her hips even faster, even harder, and I could have sworn she was even tighter, and I was even deeper, and Christ, she knew just how to move to drive me out of my damned mind.
And she must have moved just right to rub her clit against me, because she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy tightening around my cock, and there was no way in hell I could have stopped my own orgasm if I’d wanted to. I seized her hips, pulled her down onto my cock, and came so hard my eyes watered.
Chapter Eight
Carmen
I collapsed on the bed beside Isaac. We both wiped sweat from our brows and struggled to catch our breath.
“That was…” He swept his tongue across his lips. “That was amazing.”
“You’re telling me,” I slurred. I searched blindly for his hand, and when I found it, clasped it loosely in mine. “If you want more practice with a woman, you just tell me the time and place.”
He laughed. “Good to know. I might take you up on that.”
“Fine by me.” The man definitely needed to give himself some credit. He might not have had experience with women, but he was no virgin. Oh, Don, you lucky, lucky man.
Lying on his back, he wiped some sweat off his brow and made a half-assed effort to straighten his blond hair. And his abs…Jesus Christ, the man’s abs. Smooth, flat, with a trail of darker hair leading down to his cock. If I could have moved one of my trembling hands with any semblance of coordination, I might have run my fingers up and down that narrow treasure trail between the grooves in his six-pack. I always said Don had impeccable taste in men. Apparently, I was right.
After he’d caught his
I raised myself above her and thrust into her, my arms quivering beneath me.
“You’re still shaking,” Carmen said. “You’re not still nervous, are you?”
“No, not in the least.” I dipped my head and let our lips brush. “Just from holding myself up.”
“Hmm, maybe you should let me get on top,” she said. “It’s your birthday; you shouldn’t have to do all the work.”
“Hmm, I don’t think I’d call this work.”
“You don’t want me on top?”
“I didn’t say that.” I pulled out and, taking her with me, rolled onto my back. “I just said I wouldn’t call it work.”
She laughed but then bit her lip and moaned softly as she pressed against my cock. I was about to suggest she lift up so I could guide myself to her, but with a roll of her hips, she took me inside her.
“Oh my God…” I groaned, arching my back and closing my eyes as she rode me. What she did with her hips, a combination back-and-forth roll while moving up and down, it was unreal. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you,” she whispered.
I looked up at her. Sweet Jesus. Women may not have been my first inclination, but this one? I’d forgo most men to touch her.
And from here, I could touch her. In this position, my hands were free to roam all over her body. I ran them up her sides, over her breasts. When my palms brushed her nipples, she gasped and faltered, so I did it again. Then again.
“You like that?” I murmured.
She nodded. “Do it…harder.”
“Harder?”
She guided my thumbs and forefingers to where she wanted them, so I was pinching her nipples. “Do it hard .”
“Like this?”
“Mm-hmm.” She moaned and rode me faster. “One advantage to being pregnant, I guess. My nipples have never been this sensitive.”
“It doesn’t hurt?”
“Oh, it does,” she breathed. “God damn it, it feels good.”
“Is that right?” Before she could answer, I pinched them just a little harder, and she gasped as her pussy clamped down on my cock. I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Hell, yes.” She leaned forward and rested her weight on her hands. At this angle, and with her arms to hold her up, she moved her hips even faster, even harder, and I could have sworn she was even tighter, and I was even deeper, and Christ, she knew just how to move to drive me out of my damned mind.
And she must have moved just right to rub her clit against me, because she threw her head back and cried out, her pussy tightening around my cock, and there was no way in hell I could have stopped my own orgasm if I’d wanted to. I seized her hips, pulled her down onto my cock, and came so hard my eyes watered.
Chapter Eight
Carmen
I collapsed on the bed beside Isaac. We both wiped sweat from our brows and struggled to catch our breath.
“That was…” He swept his tongue across his lips. “That was amazing.”
“You’re telling me,” I slurred. I searched blindly for his hand, and when I found it, clasped it loosely in mine. “If you want more practice with a woman, you just tell me the time and place.”
He laughed. “Good to know. I might take you up on that.”
“Fine by me.” The man definitely needed to give himself some credit. He might not have had experience with women, but he was no virgin. Oh, Don, you lucky, lucky man.
Lying on his back, he wiped some sweat off his brow and made a half-assed effort to straighten his blond hair. And his abs…Jesus Christ, the man’s abs. Smooth, flat, with a trail of darker hair leading down to his cock. If I could have moved one of my trembling hands with any semblance of coordination, I might have run my fingers up and down that narrow treasure trail between the grooves in his six-pack. I always said Don had impeccable taste in men. Apparently, I was right.
After he’d caught his
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