Sarah Gilmore

Pregnancy cravings were becoming strong as I progressed into my second trimester. The worst of them all, was not edible. Well, not exactly edible.

I laid in bed, beside Wes, with an insatiable ache. The battle for sleep had been lost and in the early hours of the morning, I hungered for release. Wes' steady breathing deterred me from wanting to wake him, so I tried to satisfy myself.

My box of goodies was put up in the closet and I didn't want to leave the warmth of the bed.

Slowly pushing my hand under my blanket, I pushed aside the material of my panties and rubbed. Sliding fingers then my palm between my lips for the greed to ease the all-consuming pressure. Needing more, I plunged my fingers into my wet heat as I pressed harder with my palm, rubbing at my clit.

It wasn't enough. Heat rose and the need intensified. Rolling onto my side, pushing my face into the pillow as I ripped the covers off of myself, and gripped the pillow tighter as I moaned. I wanted a quick release and almost left the comfort of the bed to retrieve a toy as frustration washed over me.

"Sarah?" Wes turned and rubbed the arm I was using to finger-fuck my pussy.

Without stopping, I whispered, "Did I wake you?"

"What are you doing? You're not doing what I think you're doing, are you?" There was sleepy amusement in his voice.

"Probably doing exactly what you're thinking," I huffed. My fingers weren't doing it. Moving from my slit to my clit, I used pressure to control the pleasure as I rubbed quick, needy, circles.

"Need help?" He said as he cuddled into my neck.

"Wes," I moaned.

"Yes, Sarah?"

"Fuck me. Please, I need it." I moaned as I hit the right rhythm and pressure that I needed.

"Get over here and ride my dick. It's yours baby."

There wasn't any invitation more welcoming. I shoved him to his back as I yanked down his boxers. Thick and heavy in my hand, he was already thickening and swelling at my touch. As I threw my leg over him, his hands gripped my sides to guide me down on him.

We made a beautiful combination of noises when his erection slid into me. He was what I needed. He was the only thing that could solve the itch that I needed scratched.

Thickening inside me, he seemed to fill me more usual and it felt so mind-blowingly good. "Fuck," I moaned as he filled me. Tilting my hips to cause him to hit even deeper. My head dropped back as my hips lifted, rocked, and dropped onto him. Impaling myself on his cock.

"Mmm, fuck yes, Sarah," Wes groaned. His hands dropped away for a moment before gripping my ass.

"You with me, Wes?" Trying to keep myself steady, I rolled my hips and he groaned again.

"Am I dreaming?" he answered with a groan. I giggled and pinched his nipple causing him to hiss an intake of air. "I was asleep, but you have me up now."

"I'm sorry," I lied..

"You better not be!" He lifted my weight with his hands on my ass and hammered into me.

Grounding myself to his shoulders, I screamed his name. Pleasure arched like untamed volts of electricity through me as my orgasm hit me out of nowhere. My legs clamped down as my core squeezed him. Wes didn't slow his pace.

The sleep that I had been chasing had found me as I collapsed on his chest. Knowing he hadn't finished, I wanted to make sure he got his, but he slowed to a stop.

"Do you want me to finish you?" I asked.

"No baby, you got yours, that's what matters.Plus, I'm too tired. I'll wake you up with dick in a few hours."

I laughed as he wrapped his arms around me. Holding me as we drifted back to sleep.

I'm not sure when he covered us or when he had slid out of me, but when I woke up later, he was peppering my neck with kisses. Moaning his name as my body awoke.

His hair was wet and he smelled like his body wash. In my groggy state, I opened my eyes enough to see that he was freshly showered.

His weight guided me to my back as his fingers teased my inner thighs. My body reacted and spread myself for him. His fingers playing lightly through my heat.

"Look at you," he marveled, feeling how wet I was becoming, only some of it had been from before. "Good girls always get rewarded and I didn't even ask you to spread yourself for me. You ready for me, Sweetness?"

"Always," I answered him, quietly. Shaking in anticipation, I crawled my fingers over his bare hips, urging him to come closer to me. I could feel his glorious length slide up my thigh but he stopped just shy of my entrance.

Taking my tender breasts in his large hands, he kissed, licked, and blew cool air across the moistened tips. I whimpered beneath him, trying, and failing, to pull him up my body.

"So impatient, Sweetness. Do you need a reminder on how to be patient for me?" His breath feathered chills across my skin and I mewled.

His hot tongue was followed by cooled, wet skin as he trailed lower. Going the wrong fucking direction.

"Wes," I attempted to protest.

He had reached his target; fingers spreading me wide as he used his tongue to lick me. Slow. As. Fuck. Torture!

Pulling on his hair, yanking. Pushing his shoulder with a freed foot. He was immovable.

In a quick series of movements, he had plunged his fingers into me, clamped his mouth over my clit, gained control of my legs between the use of his body and arm, and was holding his hand in front of my face... dripping with my cum.

What. The. Fuck!

I didn't have enough time to think about how he had moved so quickly or if I had been moving too slowly, but he smirked at me.

Pressing his wet fingers to my mouth he said, "Open." I didn't need to command. I would willingly taste my pleasure that he had caused me to have.

I moaned as my lips parted, tongue lapped, and his fingers plunged down the path of my tongue to my throat.

"Delicious, right?" he asked, not needing an answer as I cleaned his hand. "Now be a good girl and let me clean this gorgeous pussy."

The scream was blocked by his fingers in my mouth as he set to work on my clit. Nipping and biting lightly to pull it into his mouth just to flick it into a swollen and overstimulated pleasure switch.

When my eyes rolled back and my mouth went slack, he slid his hand to my throat and held me to the bed as my body underwent waves of intense pleasure.

Cumming hard into his mouth he moaned as my cream was sucked and licked from my slit.

"Again," he asked as he slid his body along mine.

I managed a shuddering breath before he was in position. Shuddering, words evaded me and my head neither shook or nodded. I would take anything he gave me.

Without another passing moment, he surged his hips forward and filled me.

Stars! I came again, this time already so sensitive that my vision darkened, and bright lights burst behind my eyes as I clawed at Wes' shoulders.

His moves were slow, deliberate, skilled, smooth that amplified the erotic friction of his cock inside me.

"So tight. So hot. So fucking good." He whispered as he wrapped his arms under my back and clamped his hands on my shoulders. Pulling me further onto his shaft, I moaned and tried to roll my hips against him.

With a strong pull, he rocked me up while he shifted his legs under us, having me sit in his lap. Still buried deep inside of me, I could feel what he could. Everything was tighter this pregnancy.

Easily lifting my smaller frame, he manipulated me to slide over him... Into him... Onto him...

Moaning his name louder, he hummed in satisfaction. I clenched. He swelled.

Wes' mouth descended on my tits as I pushed them together. Pain bordered pleasure as he nipped, raked his teeth, and sucked on them. I cried out as he sucked hard enough on the sensitive skin to leave a blooming reddish-purple mark.

The sensation he caused forced fresh heat to spread up and through my stomach.

"I can't," I stated breathlessly.

"Don't then. Don't hold back. Don't think. Just feel me, Sweetness," Wes said into my chest. "Give it to me. Cum for me."

"Fuck!" My body came apart. I hadn't realized how much I'd been holding it in until his words released my will to keep it all together. Rolling orgasms, I think is what it's called, but I'd never experienced it before.

Undulating in deep, hard, and deliberate strokes, he came too. Oversensitive, I could feel every cord of cum as he released inside me and I shuddered with the awareness of how intimate we were becoming.

Hugging each other, our breathing slowed, and I shook my head. Slowly looking at the clock, I groaned.

"Can we please just stay in bed all day?" I asked.

He chuckled into my neck as he grabbed around my waist and stood. Locking my ankles at his back, I held him tight.

These new feelings were both exciting and scary for me, but in the early morning hours, I couldn't spare the energy to think about it. Sleep came as easy as I had, and the days started to blur.

I was genuinely happy for the first time and the cause of it all... had thoroughly disrupted my normal.