Saturday Night, After Supper

He took me from behind, muscled, hair-roughened thighs spreading my own apart wider as I lay on my belly on the bed, preparing me to receive him. I loved it when he’d settle behind me like that, his breath stirring the wispy hairs at the back of my neck, and run his tongue over my shoulder before his teeth were at my neck. He wasn’t always gentle about it, either, making me quiver and gasp beneath him all the more. When he filled me with his swollen cock, stretching me full, I moaned and bucked beneath him, although I had nowhere to go because he was pinning my body into the soft mattress with his weight. He would settle his head over one my shoulders, so every groan that fell from his lips went into my ear. We were always loud, always eager to vocalize our passion and how much we enjoyed fucking each other.

His movements in me were slow at first; they were hard, firm strokes as he took his time enjoying the feeling of my pussy soft, and wet, and tight around him. They were strokes that pushed all the way deep, that had his balls swinging against me. I was squirming beneath him, trying to meet his movements, knowing that he enjoyed it when I struggled to get closer, and turned on by how he’d pin me even more firmly down after. ‘I’ve got to make sure you’ll take it all,’ he’ll whisper in my ear, teeth grazing against my earlobe.

As my moans grew louder and more plaintive, he began to fuck me harder, and turned my face with one hand so we could kiss sloppily as he did it. My moans were muffled by his lips.

‘You feel so good,’ I whimpered into the pillow. ‘Oh, mmmm.’

‘I love stretching your little pussy open,’ he said into my ear, pushing in harder to make a point. ‘Mmm ... and I love filling your belly with all my cum.’ His tongue traced the outside of my ear, making me shiver and contract around his cock, feeling very vulnerable beneath him. ‘I can’t wait to get you pregnant.’

I cried out, louder, and he put his arms under my breasts so his body was very close against mine, and began to thrust quick and so, so deep. He was swelling inside me, getting bigger, hotter; his breath was quick and moans lustier; so, as I felt him get near the edge, I begged him to put a baby in me, spreading my legs wider to take him as far as I could. He moaned into my neck, and I quivered and whimpered and struggled beneath him as he pushed in again and again, pumping all his sperm into my womb, hoping that he would make a baby there.