Last night when we burst through the door, I had only one thing on my mind, fuck her hard. But the now constant thought in the back of my mind stopped me.
She is carrying our baby.
I’m realistic enough to know that sex won’t do her or the baby any harm, but she’s also delicate. I have to take care of her, I can’t go throwing her around. But as hard as I try to be rational about nothing changing, I start feeling like the word ‘fuck’ should no longer be applied, she’s growing a child inside her, my child, she should be revered, not fucked. She busted me thinking it last night and gave me a stern talking to. She’s right, I just have to find the balance.
I’m processing all of this when I realise Liv is still looking at me.
“Danny, don’t you go all weird on me.”
“I’m not weird, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” she says firmly. We’re about to lose the moment and I don’t want that to happen.
“Good,” I say, leaning forward and kissing her with enough force that she lets out a sound of pleasure. While my tongue reminds her that I know she can take it, I press forward inside her and she moans again into my mouth. I grab her wrists and hold them together above her head, pressing them into the bed with my weight while I pick up the pace. She gets really into it and is pushing against my hands, not struggling, just testing. It feels amazing, holding her down, invading her mouth with my tongue and owning her everywhere else as well.
She groans when I let her breathe and then she kind of yells involuntarily when I shift slightly changing the angle of the friction between us. “Shhh!” I hiss, aware that Max and Charlie are next door and while that didn’t stop us last night, it’s early and sound will carry further in the quiet of the morning. Liv gives me a flick of her eyebrows, a challenge, like she’s saying, if I want her quiet, I’ll have to shut her up, then with an impish grin she moans loudly again. I flash back to that night in her parents’ guest room. She got really turned on when I made her shut up, maybe she wants me to do that again.
I push into her harder than before and she moans, “Shhh,” I whisper. She moans again. “Quiet!” I say with as much authority as I can muster. “I’ll have to stop if you can’t keep it down." In response, she does a kind of hip swivel that nearly has me shouting out. “Fuck,” I manage to say quietly. Then, still holding her hands captive, I slip my free hand between us and touch her in a way I know can only result in her being loud.
“Oh!” she cries.
I stop myself grinning triumphantly as I release her hands and plant my hand over her lips. “Shut the fuck up!” I whisper in her ear, getting a little carried away. How we got to this from me being worried about the baby, I’ll never know, but it’s working for her.
“Oh. My. GOD!” She breathlessly mumbles from behind my hand. Her eyes roll and I know if she had been standing she would have crumbled. Her hands stay firmly planted like I’m still holding her down, and while I keep her mouth shut, I still draw endless circles with my fingers, pushing her to the edge. She lets out a loud, “Ugh.” So I shake my head and withdraw. My hand still gagging her, she whimpers with disappointment.
“Are you going to do as you are told?” I ask, trying hard not to laugh.
I like this game.
She nods vigorously behind my hand.
“Okay,” I concede. “Quiet.” I slide into her again. Her eyes close and she draws in a deep breath as I move, fingers still in place. She begins a rhythmic breathing. I watch her internalising all the sensation. I catch the odd flicker of her eyes and she’s frowning in that cute way she does when she gets close. I can’t take my eyes off her, she’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. She makes a tiny, clipped “mmh” and her eyes flicker open as she assesses my reaction to this slip up. I raise an eyebrow and stop moving. She shakes her head, pleading with her eyes for me not to stop.
I love this game!
I resume my pace and take it up a notch. Her eyes stay on mine until she can’t take it anymore and she flickers them shut as she digs her fingers in the pillow and at the same time sinks her teeth into the palm of my hand to keep from making a sound. I feel rather than hear her intense orgasm and she whimpers slightly because I don’t let up with my fingers while she rides it out, but I let her off. I’m so close to giving in, but watching her squirm is something wonderful. Her body tries to come down from the heights it has just visited, but my fingers won’t let her, I wonder if she could go again?
I know from experience there is almost no limit to the number of times she can come, but I’ve never got her tripping one straight into the next like this, we always have a breather. But suddenly it becomes my mission in life to get her to come again, right now.
“You’re going to come again,” I whisper. Upping my efforts and allowing her to cry out.
“What?” she slurs, pushing my hand aside, still a little lost in the aftershocks and battling against my fingers, relentless on her oversensitive clit.
“You heard me. You’re going to give me another one before I let you go.” With that I pull out all the stops.
“I don’t think I…I need a min…OH GOD!” She cries out and convulses beneath me, arching her back off the bed in the throes of a violent climax. Her grip on me from the inside almost takes me with her, almost. But I’m on a mission now and she groans and wriggles and then whimpers and pleads when she registers that I’m still not stopping.
“One more,” I order. I’m loving this, she’s normally so in control that pulling her apart is a dizzying power trip. I could get used to this, once she goes, she’s putty. Mine to shape however I choose.
“Danny…please give me a…please…fuck!…it’s too much…ah, sensitive…please…” She claws her way up the bed to get away from my relentless hand.
“Ssshh,” I soothe, slowing my hand slightly. We have reached the huge upholstered headboard and I kneel, lifting her up so that she is sitting astride me and inch us closer to prop her up against it. She moans almost in despair when I push my fingers back against her, well this time it’s just my thumb, but it still gets her full attention as it starts turning those circles that will bring her one more. One more that I’m having with her.
I grab her delicious butt with my other hand and hoist her up, raising up on my knees and pushing her into the cushiony wall behind us. Now I can really fuck her into another hotel wall, but it’s soft enough that I don’t have to feel bad. I give her everything I have, slamming into her again and again, still teasing those frayed nerves with my thumb.
“God, Liv…I love you,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hip and burying my face in her neck. “Go on, one more.”
I hear her gasp and then she lets go. She shudders against me, she would have doubled over if my body wasn’t pressing her against the wall. “Danny,” she whispers.
Hearing my name is all it takes. I tense and then lose myself in a free-fall. Fuck…amazing…perfect…Is this the best it has ever been?…I mean ever?…Can you ever really know that?…Do I need to be thinking about it now? Through all the thoughts crowding my brain, I can only get out one word. “Liv.”
We flop back onto the bed, panting and exhausted. Liv lands on top of me and does not have the energy to peel herself off, so she just sighs heavily and gives in to it.
I run my fingers lightly up and down her spine. “Liv?”
“Yeah?”
“You okay?” I whisper.
She giggles slightly. “Okay?” She lifts her head to look at me, blowing a strand of her freshly fucked hair out of her eye. “You're asking me if I’m O.K…After THAT?”