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Warren chuckles into my hair and sucks at my neck. “Already Bambi? Did you need to come that bad? Don’t worry I’ll make you come again,” he promises in a dark sultry voice.

I can already feel my second orgasm building with his steady thrusts. The sounds of our wet flesh coming together is so deliciously naughty. His hand slips down from my stomach to play with my clit, and I convulse at the touch. Every nerve ending in me firing all at once makes me dizzy.

“That’s it baby, come again for me.”

And I fucking do, because apparently the combination of my pregnancy hormones and Warren’s perfect cock and skilled fingers can make me come on command now.

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you scream for me.”

How is he able to keep talking? My brain is mush and my body gelatin after coming twice on his thick length. Which is still hard and solid pumping inside me, stretching and filling me so well.

“Can you come one more time for me, Bambi?”

I shake my head because my body is already trembling and my pussy spasming around him. If I come again, I may pass out. But it feels so fucking amazing I’m not going to stop him, even if I am shaking my head no. I guess that’s why we have a safe word. Until I say it, he won’t stop.

“Yes, you can,” he argues. “You’re going to come one more time for me before I can come inside you. Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes. Yes, I want that,” I slur my words because I’m fuck drunk at this point but feeling him come inside me is like tasting heaven.

His sure fingered hand slips between my thighs, his palm pressing into my clit as his fingers circle his length where it disappears inside my body.

“Oh god, fuck!” I scream.

Warren’s pace increases and his balls slap as he pounds in all the way and holds himself there, just as I come around him for the third time. I can feel his cock swell and pulse, releasing inside me. He holds still as his own pleasure throbs through him until I feel his length softening and his body relaxing.

Warm kisses pepper my sweaty neck, and he doesn’t shift to pull out of me or move away. As a matter of fact, it feels likehe’s getting comfortable. Like he is just going to settle in and fall asleep with his dick still inside me.

Now that I think about it though, that doesn’t sound awful.

“Are you just going to sleep like this now?” I ask with a chuckle.

“Maybe. I’m comfortable here,” he says snuggling closer and threading his leg through my spread ones.

I settle my leg on top of his and it is actually kind of comfortable. More than not, I’ve been sleeping with a body pillow between my knees anyways. Now it’s just being replaced by his leg.

“Fine. But just so you know, I get up like a dozen times in the night to pee.”

He laughs but only presses another kiss to my skin.

“I don’t mind. You can wake me up as many times as you want.”

Warren cradles my belly with one arm, his hand settling possessively over me. I feel the soft rub of material against my skin and reach down to feel around his wrist. There’s some sort of cord or bracelet wrapped around it. Has he always been wearing it? I hadn’t noticed it before. Though I have been a little preoccupied lately. The fibers feel smooth and…familiar.

“What’s this?” I ask, still running my fingers over the cord.

“Hm? Oh, that’s a bracelet made from the curtain tie I stole from your apartment before I left.”

He says it so casually that I almost don’t realize what he’s said. I lift up the comforter and peer down at it in the darkness, trying to identify the material. It’s too dark and all I can see is a shadow of something around his wrist. I’ll just have to take his word for it and check again in the morning.

“Why do you have a bracelet made from my curtain tie?”

“For the same reason I have your name tattooed on my chest. Because I’m obsessed with you and have given up trying to hide it.”

This would be the perfect time to cry, whether pregnant or not, but instead of weeping like a lovesick puppy I burst out in cackling laughter.

“You are so weird,” I tell him, recovering myself and his arm still cradling me and our baby with the blanket.

“But you love me. So, you’re just as weird,” he mumbles back, his words getting smothered by his face pressed against the back of my neck.