Teasing Relief
I unfastened my bra and let my breasts hang free, massaging the creases away. Straddling him, I kissed him once and asked, “Hold them so they don’t bounce too much? Their very sore tonight!”
“That’s understandable, you’re very pregnant,” He giggled.
I slid down onto his erection, placing the tip of his cock inside me. I made sure he was aimed straight and sat down, engulfing his entire length.
“Mmmmmmmm,” he murmured, leaning to suck at a drippy nipple.
“It’s going to be a little messy tonight, isn’t it?” he grinned, and I nodded as I started humping him slowly, from tip to scrotum and back, deep with every stroke. I teased myself, going quickly with shallow strokes until I was right at the edge, then slacking off to slower, deeper thrusts, feeling the intensity build.
Four or five times of that and my body decided it had been teased enough and I was unable to slow in time to prevent my orgasm. It started behind my pubic bone, a heat that spread faster the harder I pumped. I pounded my clit on his pubes, panting with it and cramping up, unwilling to slow the pace.
His hardness fueled the fire, remaining rigid for me as I concentrated on feeling him, the veins in his cock, his hands on my breasts, his fur against my clit, my feet against his thigh, our joining total. I came to and felt him rubbing my back, and realized I was slumped on top of him, my huge swollen stomach against his chest.
“I love the look on your face when you cum,” he said softly, smiling at me. I raised myself on my elbows to relieve some of the pressure and asked “What?”
“Your eyes are screwed shut, your mouth hangs open, you gasp and pant like you can’t breathe, and your pussy clamps me like a vise,” he said, “you’re so intense with it sometimes I’m afraid I’m hurting you.”
I kissed him and said “It’s always like that; it’s the way you make me feel.”
“I love you,” he said, burying his face between my breasts.
I rolled away and he fell out of me, slick with cum and my wetness.
“Shower?” I asked.
He nodded and we walked to the bathroom hand in hand. It was quick, the time late and the need for sleep made us hurry. Nevertheless, I enjoyed his hands washing me, caring and gentle.
LuAnne