Katie:

I screamed.

My climax hit like a wave I’d been holding back for weeks, no, months. The pressure, the frustration, the constant, aching need… it all exploded at once under his mouth, under his fingers.

He sucked, licked, thrust into me with his fingers like he was trying to milk the orgasm from my bones. My thighs clenched, body curling around his hand, crying out so loud I half-expected the neighbors to bang on the wall.

I didn’t care. I was finally getting what I had been craving. Every inch of me, every nerve, was burning with relief. With joy. With the kind of satisfaction I hadn’t felt since my holiday months ago. Since my husband because afraid her would hurt me. But Matt wasn’t afraid. Matt was hungry.

He slowed after, pulling his fingers from me gently, his mouth trailing kisses over the inside of my thigh before he stood. His breath was ragged, and I could see how hard he was, cock straining, flushed and thick and begging. But he waited.

He didn’t say it out loud, but I felt the question in him: You’re married. This could stop here. Are you sure you want more?

And I didn’t hesitate.

I slid off the bed, still trembling, sinking to my knees in front of him. My hands went to his hips. I looked up at him. I wrapped my lips round his cock, flicking the tip with my tongue.

He groaned like he’d been punched in the gut. I sucked him slow at first, sliding my tongue along the length of him, tasting skin and salt and need. I bobbed deeper, eyes locked on his, moaning as I felt him twitch against my tongue. 

I didn’t care that I was pregnant. I didn’t care that I was on my knees in my bedroom with another man’s cock in my mouth. I was finally being touched the way I needed.

His cock filled my mouth thick, hot, pulsing in a way made my whole body tighten in anticipation. I wanted to make it filthy. I wanted to give him something he'd think about every time he looked at me across a meeting table. Something he’d jerk off to for the rest of his life.

I spit on him, a trail of saliva linking his tip and my lips as I let it drip down my chin as I stroked him with both hands, twisting my wrists, covering him in slick, glistening sheen. Then I took him deep again, pushing until the tip kissed the back of my throat, gagging just a little but not pulling away.

Matt groaned, his eyes filled with wonder and desire as I sucked him hard, fast, then slowed down just to watch him twitch in frustration.

“Jesus Christ, Katie,” he panted, looking down at me with wild eyes. “You’re going to make me! Fuck!”

I moaned around him, letting the vibration ripple through his cock. That got him. His hips jolted forward just a little, a raw, instinctive thrust he clearly didn’t mean to make, but God, I wanted more of it.

I gripped his thighs, digging in a little with my nails as I worked him with everything I had, pulling him with my hands until he got the message to really strat thrusting eager and greedy, sloppy and loud.

It had clearly been too long for him, and I wanted to push him right to the edge. He was groaning constantly now, muttering curses and my name, voice shaking like he was holding onto the last threads of control.

“Katie, I’m gonna, fuck, if you keep, shit, I’m close!”

I didn’t stop. Took him back down my throat and held him there, breathing through my nose as he fucked my face.

Matt:

I wasn’t going to last. Not with her like this, on her knees, mouth stretched around me, spit glistening on her lips, hands stroking me her eyes bright with eager lust.

It had been years since I’d felt anything like this. She was so eager and keen. Just full-throttle heat from the first second her lips wrapped around me.

I tried to breathe through it. Tried to focus on anything other than how wet, how desperate, how completely wild she looked as she sucked me. But the sounds, her moans, the wet slurp of her mouth around me, the low, guttural growl building in my chest, were pushing me over the edge.

I was too close. I gritted my teeth, tried to pull back, but her hands followed, stroking me faster, twisting, spreading slick down my length.

“Katie,” I choked out. “Fuck! Katie, I’m gonna cum!”

She pulled her mouth off me at the last second, and for a split second I thought she was stopping, didn’t want it, didn’t want me. But then I saw her face.

Eyes locked on mine. Dark. Hungry. Wild. Her hands never stopped moving.

She wanted it. She wanted to see me cum. All over her. I exploded.

A groan tore out of my throat, low and feral, as my body snapped forward into her hands. Hot spurts of cum spilled over her fingers, across her cheek, her lips, her breasts, fuck, it kept coming, dripping down onto the soft curve of her pregnat belly.

She grinned. Her eyes alight with pleasure as my cum hit her. She looked almost gleeful at being soaked as I came harder than I had in years, coating her flushed, swollen body in everything I’d been holding back.

“Jesus Christ,” I panted, staring down at her “You’re… unbelievable.”

She smirked, licking a drop off her lip, hands still stroking me lazily as I twitched in her grip.

“Not bad for a desperate, hormone-crazed wife, huh?”

Katie:

I was still catching my breath, skin flushed, thighs trembling, my chest slick with his release, when he did something I didn’t expect. He knelt in front of me again. Slowly. Intentionally. And began to kiss me. Initially soft. His lips brushed across the curve of my breast, his tongue flicking gently where his cum had landed. I twitched, half-shocked, half-overheated, as he licked a warm trail up my sternum, then dipped his tongue into the valley between my breasts.

I stared down at him, mouth parted, unable to speak. He didn’t stop.

He kissed lower, over my belly, sticky and swollen and still rising with every breath. He licked me clean, unashamed, utterly devoted. As if the taste of his own orgasm on my skin was the thing he’d craved all along.

He kissed the underside of my breasts, his hands caressing the full round curve of my stomach, his tongue chasing drops of cum like I was dipped in honey and he wasn’t leaving a drop behind. It was filthy. Reverent. Intimate in a way I hadn’t expected.

I was melting beneath him, legs sprawled, mouth open in a soundless moan.

By the time he’d worked his way back up to my collarbone, he was hard again, thick, flushed, throbbing against my thigh. I could feel him pulsing without even looking.

I pushed him back. He didn’t resist, just let me guide him to the bed, where he sat on the edge, hands on my hips, eyes dark with need.

I climbed into his lap, straddling him slowly, deliberately, my swollen stomach pressing into his chest, my soaked center lining up with his cock. His breath caught in his throat, and his hands gripped my thighs like he might break if I made him wait a second longer.

“You’re sure?” he rasped, voice wrecked.

I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I need to feel you inside me.” At this point it felt like I’d never wanted anything more. 

I sank down onto him slowly at first, both of us breathless, raw, still tingling from everything we’d just done. His cock slid inside me inch by inch, thick and perfect, stretching me in all the ways I’d been aching for. My body welcomed him like it had been waiting for this man, this moment, this heat.

We both groaned, me from the stretch, him from the feel of me clutching around him, slick and hot and full. I sat still for a beat, both hands on his shoulders, breathing hard, forehead resting against his.

He whispered, "God, you feel amazing." I felt it too. He filled me completely, the pressure against my walls, my swollen body wrapped around him like I was made to take every inch.

I started moving, slow at first. A careful grind, a slow roll of my hips as I adjusted to the fullness. We were both still catching our breath, muscles trembling from the first round. His hands roamed over my back, my ass, my belly. His mouth brushed my neck, murmuring things I couldn’t quite hear but felt all the same.

But it wasn’t enough. That tension the months of being denied, the electricity between us, I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want tender.

So I started riding him harder. Faster. My hands planted on his chest, my thighs burning as I bounced, grinding down and taking every thick inch again and again, needing it deeper, rougher.

His mouth dropped open. His grip on my hips tightened. He started to thrust up into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, and the sound of us, skin slapping, breath gasping, bedsprings creaking, filled the room.

“Fuck, Katie!” he growled, voice shaking. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

I grabbed the back of his head, yanked his mouth to my sensetive breast, moaning as he latched on, sucking greedily while I kept grinding. The sensation sent shockwaves through me, his tongue on my nipple, his cock pounding up into me, his hands grabbing my ass like he wanted to leave bruises.

Matt:

She was fucking me like a mad woman. Riding me hard, grinding down with that swollen belly brushing my chest, sweat slick between us, moaning like she didn’t care who heard. I’d dreamed of this. Of her. Of the exact way she looked right now, flushed, full, hungry.

But it still wasn’t enough. I could feel it in her the twitch of her muscles, the way she gasped when I bucked up harder, the desperate clench of her walls around me. She needed more.

So I gave it to her.

I grabbed her hips mid-thrust and flipped her off me, her breath catching in surprise, a little laugh breaking free before I pushed her down into the mattress, one hand on her back, the other gripping the thick swell of her ass.

Her belly pressed into the bed, forcing her hips up perfectly, her thighs spread, ass raised in offering.

Just like I remembered it from years ago. Just like when my wife was heavy with our son and all I could think about was how incredible she looked bent over, round and needy, her body made to be fucked.

Katie was even better. She looked back at me, over her shoulder, eyes wild, lips parted, hair sticking to her cheek. “Do it,” she begged. “I need it. Hard!”

I didn’t hesitate. I lined myself up, thick and leaking, and slammed into her with one savage thrust. She screamed, not in pain, but in something close to gratitude.

“*Yes! Matt, fuck! Keep going! Harder!”

I drove into her hard and fast, hips snapping forward, my cock buried deep in her tight, soaked heat. Her ass bounced with every thrust, her breath coming in ragged moans, and I watched the curve of her spine, the way her belly shifted with each thrust. I gripped her hips and slammed in deeper. She arched. Screamed again.

I slapped her ass, once, hard, and her whole body jerked with it, her pussy clenching so tight I nearly lost it right there. So I did it again and again.

“You wanted this,” I growled, thrusting so deep she gasped, “and now you’re going to take it.”

And she did.

She pushed back into every stroke, hands clawing at the sheets, crying out my name between curses and broken moans. The room was soaked in heat and sweat and sex, and I didn’t give a damn about anything except how fucking good it felt to pound into her like this.

Kaite:

Matt pounded into me from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my waist, I was so close, and Matt could feel it.

Every thrust landed deep, angled perfectly, the slap of his hips against my ass echoing off the bedroom walls. My belly pressed into the mattress, back arched, and I could feel the way it tilted my hips up for him, making me tighter, deeper, more.

It started in my thighs, that uncontrollable, electric trembling, then slammed into my gut, spiralled up my spine, and detonated behind my eyes. I screamed his name, half a sob, half a growl, my whole body clenching down on him like I was trying to hold him inside me.

“Matt! Oh my God! Fuck! I’m cumming!”

He didn’t stop. He hammered into me as I came, each thrust dragging the orgasm out longer, harder, until I was crying into the sheets, hips twitching, body jerking with every wave of it.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My thoughts were just him, his cock still driving into me, his breath ragged, as he kept going. For a minute. Two. Maybe more. I couldn’t tell. I was floating.