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Noelle

He’s standing so close to me. He chuckles to himself, not mischievously or humorously, but nervously. That’s so unlike him; he’s never nervous around me—or anyone, for that matter—yet I can practically see his heart beating through his chest. I can hear the rapid rhythm underneath his ribs, and I reach out to feel it.

I roam over his firm pecs, searching for his heartbeat and enjoying his impressive body. He caresses my chest, not in a bluntly sexual way, but as if he, too, is searching for a heartbeat. Mine is going exceptionally fast for a number of reasons. I’m not just in the presence of a powerful man who is proving to be the exception to every rule I’ve made about men… I’m looking into the eyes of the father of my child. There’s an added tension that’s out of my control.

We find each other’s respective heartbeats, more connected than ever before. If he feels me trembling, he keeps it to himself. I want him to speak—to melt me with his words like he always does—but he remains quiet, and the only sounds in the apartment are the sounds of our beating hearts, deep breathing, and subtle moaning.

The waiting only serves to charge us, our libidos now in overdrive… It’s too intense.

“Sleep with me…” I beg.

“All you had to do was ask,” says Damon.

We kiss, savoring it for long minutes. Something else protrudes from his body, and I wish that I could feel it delicately enter me… I’m so wet for him, growing more soaked the longer we kiss. His facial hair brushes lightly against my face, serving as a spectacular reminder of the ride I’m in for. I’m never fully prepared for him, because I’m not used to a real man like him.

He takes me to my room, carrying me easily over his shoulders. It feels slightly odd for me to be so compromised in my own home, but I love the way he takes control. I run my hands down his back, pulling out a simultaneous chuckle and growl from my sexy animal. He is eager but not rushing. He has a plan for me, and I’m powerless to resist it. I am all his.

We cross through the doorway into my bedroom, the final destination. I flip the switch by the door, ensuring that all of the lights in the room are off.

“I want to see you,” Damon tells me, agitated.

“I just want you to fuck me.”

We keep the bedroom door open, letting in a hint of light to guide our way. He lays me on my bed, not hesitating before unbuttoning my blouse and removing my pants. He strips me down entirely, saving my drenched panties for last. I keep my legs slightly in the air, spread open for him, inviting him to use me in whatever ways would please him the most.

He kisses along my feet and legs, slowly removing his own clothes as he does so. I can see him growing in his boxers, filling up space and stretching the fabric of his undergarments.

I decide to help him and sit up and crawl over to him. I slide his boxers off, exposing his meaty branch to me. Licking my lips, I take hold of it and stroke it up and down, making sure to get every inch of his skin and tip. I stare at his meat, enjoying the sight of his precum squirting from the tip. I like using his early ejaculate as an added lube. I’m careful not to tug him too aggressively—I want him to last for a while.

I tempt fate and lick his tip. He shudders to my touch.

“I just wanted a taste…” I say quietly, like I’m embarrassed.

“You can do more than just taste it,” he says while rubbing the back of my head. I take a deep breath, licking my lips again, preparing for my snack.

At first, I’m in control. I lick and suck his cock with glee, moaning each time I feel him hit the back of my throat. He pulls on my hair, using it to control the speed and force of the blowjob. Within moments, I am no longer giving him oral; he is fucking my face, and I love it.

He reaches down to play with my tits while I suck his throbbing dick. He just barely fondles and pinches them, but it is enough to knock me back.

My nipples had started becoming incredibly sensitive when I discovered I was pregnant, and their sensitivity only intensifies as the pregnancy progresses.

He pulls his cock out of my mouth and falls to his knees so that we’re level again. He takes my right breast in both hands and begins to lightly suck on my nipple. Reacting, I get a firm grip on the back of his head and really tug on his hair.

He looks up at me. I think I might have pulled too hard, but his sucking is too much. I don’t have the candor to tell him that my nipples are extra sensitive. I don’t want to leaveanyroom for him to infer or even joke about it.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply quietly. “Put your dick inside me, baby…”

He inserts his fingers inside of me first, fitting both of them all the way in. I can hear his fingers going in and out of me without having to look. I’m not just more sensitive than usual; I’m also much wetter. This he notices.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says with satisfaction.

“It’s all because of you…”

The feeling of his fingers exploring me is enough to make me collapse. I lie on my back like before, giving him easier access.