“Roll over,” I commanded.
She pouted. “But—”
I bent, planting my hand in the bed next to her, fitting her ass to my hips, cupping her breast with my free hand. I tasted her neck.
“In a few months,” I whispered, “this is going to be one of the only ways. So right now, you’re going to roll over, and I’m going to watch you come while I have the chance.”
A labored sigh and a shift of her hips to cradle my c**k in her ass were her only protests. She lay down and rolled over as I’d bidden while I kicked off my pants.
I climbed up her body, snagging one thigh on my way, fitting it to my ribs and spreading her open with the motion. The space between us closed, lips, chest, hips. My crown settled into her heat. Her hips rose. Mine flexed.
I slid into her, her body open and wet and waiting. Fi
