Stanton Bliss(52)

He walks to the door and peers in. He’s wet, covered in perspiration in his riding gear, and he looks edible.

“Hello, my beautiful Presh.”

I smile. “Do you like it?” I hold my hand out at the bedspread I have just put in the cot.

He smiles warmly. “I do.”

“How was your ride?”

He takes me in his arms and kisses me tenderly. “My first ride was ok.”

“Just ok?” I whisper as his lips drop to my neck.

“My second ride will be much better.” His hands roam lovingly across my stomach.

“Are you insinuating I’m a horse?” I ask in mock horror.

“No, I’m insinuating I need you naked in my bed.”

“You’re a sex maniac. You do know that, right?”

He smiles and bends to kiss my stomach. “How could I not be when you look like this?”

He smiles up at me as he kisses me while on his knees, and I rub my hand over the back of his head.

“How do I look?”

“You’re curvy and round and constantly f*cking wet for me. I could come just by looking at you at the moment. Never have I been so visually aroused in my life as I am now.”

His lips take my nipple in his mouth through my flannelette pyjamas.

“I’m only going to be pregnant for four more weeks, Joshua.” I smile as my eyes close in pleasure.

“I might keep you permanently pregnant.”

I giggle and he stands to lead me into our bedroom where he lays me down on the bed and props me up on pillows before he takes my pyjamas off me. He spreads my legs open.

He takes my hand and kisses it and then puts my two fingers in his mouth and sucks on them as he takes my hand and puts it between my legs. “Warm yourself up for me while I shower.”

His eyes darken as he pushes my two fingers into my body and back out slowly. My eyes close. God, he’s so f*cking hot.

“Deeper,” he whispers. “I want to see it faster.”

I start to pick up the pace and I feel myself moisten as I slide in easily.

“Oh, f*ck, yeah.” He groans.

My eyes drop to the large erection I can see through those jodhpurs and he rearranges himself.

“Shower,” I murmur.

He frowns as his eyes stay fixed on my disappearing fingers.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

“Not as good as your cock’s going to feel. Hurry up.”

He hisses in approval and jumps from the bed and I hear the shower turn on. One minute later I hear it turn off and I smile. He walks back into the room as he dries himself, then drops to his knees at the side of the bed.

“I need me some clarity, baby.”

Hmm, my eyes close as his mouth takes me with slow gentle adoring licks. He can’t get enough of the taste of me, of the feel of me and I can’t get close enough to him. I need him wrapped around me, inside of me.

“I need you,” I whisper.

“Not yet. I need this.” His tongue starts to lick me long and hard and my hand instinctively grips the back of his head. “Come. I want you to come on my tongue. I need you soft and open, Presh.” He continues his onslaught for ten heavenly minutes.

He nips my clitoris with his teeth and when I jump, he starts to suck me and I fall into an orgasm so strong that I lurch off the bed.

“Hmm.” He groans as he tastes my orgasm. “You taste so good.”

Oh dear God, this man is divine.

He stops and kisses my inner thigh as his eyes hold mine. “How do you want me?” he whispers.

I smile. Since I have been pregnant, I have been in control of our positions. I always choose how I want it as he doesn’t want to pressure me into something that might hurt me.

I place my hand on his cheek. “I want to kiss you. I want to hold you.”

He turns his head and kisses the palm of my hand and gently lies behind me, putting his bottom arm underneath my head. We kiss, slow and tenderly as he lifts my top leg and places my foot onto his top thigh. He spreads me with his fingers and slowly slides himself deep into my body.

We both close our eyes at the feeling. His hand drops to my round stomach and he holds it. It’s like a little love cacoon. I feel so safe, so loved. He withdraws slowly and then pushes back in to me as he kisses me over my shoulder.

“You feel so good,” he whispers as his hips pump me on autopilot. The feel of his lips on mine, his large cock inside of my body and his hand protectively on my stomach is too much. I start to quiver and he holds me tight and picks up the pace, his hand never leaving my stomach.

“You f*ck me so good, baby,” he breathes.

The sound of my arousal slaps heavily in the air as his body leaves and re-enters. For ten blissful minutes we writhe together, giving and taking the pleasure we both desperately need.

“I can’t last.” He pushes out as his lips start to quiver against mine. I clench and burst into an orgasm, and he brings his hand onto my hip and pulls me deep onto his cock so I can feel the telling jerk of his orgasm. His hand leaves my stomach and comes to my cheek and he holds me as he looks at me lovingly.

“I f*cking adore you,” he whispers.

I smile as my eyes glaze over. This is how lovemaking is done. “‘That’s good, because I f*cking love you.”