Forever His (Book 2)

Chapter 82

Chris took his time washing my entire body and scrubbing my scalp with the tips of his fingers which only made me want him that much more. He still made sure to take every opportunity to kiss my shoulder or neck while I was just quietly letting him do whatever he wanted. There was nothing I wanted to say in this moment, I just wanted to be with him and feel his hands on my skin. Neither of us talked to one another, not even when I took the soap from him and washed his body for him. As much as I love him caring for me, I also want to be able to do the same for him but he typically tries to talk me out of it. I persisted and even got to wash his hair, which I love doing. He's been growing it out and I'm not sure if it's because he actually prefers it long or if it's because I prefer it long. My favorite look of his is still long hair and full facial hair. Once his hair was washed and conditioned along with my own, he pulled me back in to kiss me sweetly. It was me who deepened the kiss and gently nipped at his bottom lip when he pulled away from me. Without notice, he flipped me so my back was against his chest and his hand was trailing down my body. He continued kissing along my neck and jaw and left a few small hickeys where my hair would hide them. The first movements he made against my clit were gentle, almost like he was scared to hurt me. A soft moan left my lips at the contact and I was suddenly very aware that we were not going to make it six weeks without having sex again. I'd be lucky to make it four weeks. "It's okay, you don't have to be so careful." I assured him

"You'll tell me if I hurt you right?"

"Yes, but you won't, just don't go exploring okay?"

"I won't."

He applied more pressure and began slow circles that were just enough to make my head fall back against his shoulder. His other hand wrapped around my body to hold me up against him so I couldn't squirm away. One of my hands reached behind me and into his hair while the other held onto his arm that was between my thighs. I'd be lying if I didn't say it took a little longer than it normally would to have an orgasm but I didn't mind. He tried to pull his hand away but I stopped him and he just chuckled at me. The fast but skilled motions from before returned. My hand in his hair pulled roughly, making him moan softly right in my ear. "Oh fuck that feels good." I moaned

"God I've missed the sound of you moaning."

I could feel how hard he was since he was pressing against me and I could even feel him throbbing against me. "Oh Chris, this is going to be a long month or two." 

"You've got no idea."

My orgasm was building once again and I let my nails dig into his arm where I was holding onto him. He's never minded my claw marks all over him while we're having sex and honestly even if he did, I'd probably do it on accident anyway. I moaned loudly and called his name several times as I came undone but this time I let him pull his hand away. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath as I rested against his chest. He never took his hands off of my body and just held me until I was ready to turn and look at him. Instead of saying anything I just got down onto my knees and for once he didn't try to tell me I didn't have to, he knew I would win that argument anyway. He immediately took my hair in his hands and watched me with intense dark eyes. I took him in my hand and slowly pumped him, earning a soft moan from him as his eyes squeezed shut. Using my tongue to tease him, I gently licked the tip and tasted his salt pre-cum. It's been even longer since I've gotten him off like this since it's hard enough to have sex while pregnant but sitting on your knees is almost impossible. Plus growing a baby already makes it hard enough to breathe, I didn't need another reason. I took him in my mouth and hollowed my cheeks while I bobbed my head. The grip he had on my hair tightened and he thrusted slightly forward in my mouth. I did my best to keep from letting him make me choke or gag but I failed epically as we both got more into it. He doesn't often force himself down my throat even though I love it and today he did just a little bit. His hips thrusted hard forward, making him hit the back of my throat and forcing me to stop so I could cough. My eyes were watering while I tried to clear my throat but he was watching me with a look of pure lust. "You're doing so good baby girl, keep going." he encouraged