Page 31 of Tied up in Knots (Gummy Bear Orgy #4)

Warren whips around at my sharp tone, which doesn’t help the horniness steadily growing down south. Warren in his underwear is even better than shirtless Warren. Every single one of his bad boy tattoos on display, his dark messy hair falling into his eyes. Yum.

“Getting ready for bed. What’s it look like?”

I stare at him open mouthed, because I’m not sure what to say. It would be a crime against humanity to tell him he can’t sleep in my bed…in nothing but his underwear.

“You didn’t think I was going to sleep on the couch, did you?” he asks with a wicked gleam in his eye and smirk on his lips.

I mean I guess I hadn’t thought about where he would sleep when he asked to stay with me. And the couch isn’t the most comfortable for sleeping on.

“No, I guess not. I didn’t really think about it,” I admit.

He only smiles broader and pulls the covers back on the side of the bed he knows I don’t sleep on and crawls in. His eyes never break contact with mine.

“Come on Bambi,” he pats my empty side of the bed. “Get in.”

Well shit.

There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep next to him while this turned on. And there’s no way I can take care of the issue how I normally woul d _ with the vibrator tucked in my nightstan d _ with him laying right next to me.

I’ll just have to suck it up and ignore it, just like I did when we were teenagers at a sleepover.

Crawling into bed I lay on my side facing away from Warren.

Staring at his naked body won’t help me pretend he’s not there.

He holds the blankets for me as I position myself and then tucks them around me.

The light on his nightstand clicks off, plunging us into darkness.

Only the faint rays of moonlight filtering in through the blinds cast any light in the space.

For a moment everything is still and quiet, until I feel Warren moving on the bed behind me, getting closer, until the warmth of his skin presses against my sleep shirt.

It’s too difficult to wear much of anything else to bed beyond an oversized shirt and panties.

So that’s all I’m wearing and when Warren spoons me from behind I can feel the soft brush of his legs against mine.

That’s also not all I feel. Because there’s a rock-hard cock snuggling into my butt right now. I let out a choked gasp as he settles his whole body against mine, one arm casually flung across my hips and now cradling my belly.

“Uh…Warren?”

“Yes Bambi?”

“Is that how you’re going to sleep?”

“I was planning on it. There something wrong with this position?”

No, no there is not. This position is awesome, as a matter of fact I would love to do it naked with you. Would you mind removing all our clothing now?

“No, it’s fine,” is what I croak out instead.

Warren takes that as an invitation to snuggle closer, which only grinds his erection against me more.

I involuntarily press back against it. I can’t help it, I’m fucking horny, and he obviously is too.

Plus, he feels amazing. I’ve missed being held by him and being fucked by him even more.

Thinking about that night he tied me up only has my pussy getting wetter.

I try to rub my thighs together to ease the tension, but it doesn’t help.

“Do you need something, Bambi?” His voice is like warm sugary syrup drizzled over gravel as he practically purrs in my ear, right before he places a sizzling kiss to my neck.

It has me gasping and wiggling in his hold, grinding back against him without thought.

“I’d be glad to help you out with anything you need. Anything at all. I read that pregnant women get especially horny, thanks to all the hormones. Are you extra horny Bambi? Would you like me to help ease that need?”

Don’t have to ask my sex hormone riddled brain twice.

“Mhm.” I nod frantically, reaching up to grip his hair in my free hand.

“I was doing a little research, and the books say having sex while spooning is a comfortable position for the woman.”

His fingers glide down to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly until he can cup my growing breast in his hand. Just the slight brush of his fingers over my nipple has me moaning out loud and arching against him.

“I guess they were right about over sensitized nipples to,” he mutters with a quiet chuckle.

I just whimper like a fool as he gently plays with my nipple, getting me massively wet and horny.

Then bite on my lip when his hand trails back down south and hooks around the edge of my panties.

With practiced skill he slides them down my legs and I help kick them off somewhere in the folds of the sheets and comforter. I’ll find them later.

Once they’re gone his hand gently cups between my thighs, his finger sliding through my wet folds.

“Jesus Bambi, you’re fucking soaked. You need it that bad?”

I nod impatiently. I do need it that bad.

“Fuck,” he growls into my ear and even nips at my lobe.

Then his still covered cock rubs along my bare ass harder than before.

It’s nice to know I’m not the only one affected.

His fingers play with my pussy circling my clit softly, but even that is enough to make me cry out in pleasure.

He tests my entrance with a probing finger, but I’m already primed and ready for his perfect cock.

“I missed you so fucking much, I missed being inside you and watching you fall apart as I made you come.” His words are buried in my hair and neck as he holds onto me tight from behind.

Then I feel him shifting away to remove his boxer briefs and then settle against me once again, this time completely naked. The hot smooth skin of his thick length sliding along my crack as he groans behind me.

“You’re perfect, you know that? My perfect little Bambi, and all mine.”

“Yes.” His possessive words have me agreeing with him. I am his, always have been.

One strong hand lifts my knee and he settles my leg on top of his, opening me to him. The solid heft of him slips between my legs from behind and rubs at my swollen needy pussy.

“Warren, please don’t tease me,” I whimper, gripping his hair in my fingers and pulling him closer to me.

“Never,” he answers, swiftly lining the head of his cock with my entrance and pushing in.

I cry out when he breaches me, and it feels so fucking good. I need more, need him to move, to fill me and call me his again. He reads the demands of my body and slides in deeper, pumping his hips as he sheathes himself inside me.

He hisses out a breath once his groin presses flush to my ass, and I moan in approval. Then he starts moving. Holding me still with his arms bracketed around my body as he rocks his hips guiding his length in and out in the best fucking way.

“Oh yes. Fucking finally,” I lament to the dark room in front of me.

I can’t see him, but I feel him, hear him, and it’s fucking heaven. My pussy clenches tight around him because I’m already coming, so sensitive and over stimulated. My body trembles but I still need more.

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 like he’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.

I hadn’t said the words ‘I love you’ to him but hearing that he knows I reciprocate the feeling warms my chest. Relaxing back into my pillow I wiggle back against him getting comfortable.

Before I can get too settled, I roll my head around to try to face him but with our bodies entwined as they are it doesn’t really work.

At least not until he lifts on to one elbow and looks down at me.

Without hesitation he bends over and seals his lips to mine, instinctually knowing what I want. I guess when you’ve known someone as long as we’ve known each other, certain things don’t require words.

“Goodnight Bambi. Get some rest. In the morning I’ll make you breakfast again. Or a steak. Whatever you want.”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He settles back down behind me and then whispers in my ear. “I love you…both.”

I may have one more cry before falling asleep with an ear-splitting grin on my face. Hearing Warren speak to me and our son so lovingly does irreversible things to my heart.