“We won’t be able to do it like this much longer.” His voice is like a warm blanket across my skin, his words barely registering as pleasure suffuses me.
“I know.” I sigh as he sinks into me, my knees hooked into the crease of his elbows, ankles behind my head, open and pinned while his body slowly, deliciously, moves in and out of my own. “We’ll just have to be more creative.”
“Hm, you know creative is my middle name.”
I smile at his reply while a shiver courses through my body. He’s very creative when he wants to be and I’m looking forward to all of it. I groan in pleasure when he drops more of his weight onto me, pressing my hips down, spreading me wider, but he backs off at the sound.
“Too much? Are you okay?”
“So cautious,” I giggle at his worried tone, “Do it again, you know I love your body on mine and I feel good right now.”
With a smile and a kiss to my forehead, he obliges my request, letting most of his weight bear down on me as he continues to move inside me, picking up the pace ever so slightly, his washboard abs rubbing against my clit with each draw back and press forward. God, I’m so sensitive, I’m going to come in about two seconds and we just started. How many times can I come? I should have asked the doctor – is that weird? To ask your doctor how many orgasms are okay?
“Hey, where’d you go?” His question brings me back to the moment at hand.
“I was just thinking we didn’t ask how many orgasms I can have. Is there a limit? Because I’m going to come really fast and you’ve just barely started.”
“Are these the conversations we’re destined to have?” he asks through amused laughter, still riding me, still rubbing my clit, still bringing me closer to the edge.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to …” my words are cut off as my first orgasm in weeks seems to roll through every cell in my body, stealing my breath, curling my toes, draining all the energy that had been there moments ago. Okay, maybe one for now, because now all I want is to drift into a comatose sleep, but he keeps moving, speeding up his rhythm, still careful – I can tell, but massively turned on by what just happened.
I haven’t felt well enough for sex and although I’ve given him hand jobs and blow jobs, nothing’s quite as good as this – our bodies together, skin on skin, as close as we can get. I didn’t realize I’d missed it so much until this moment.
“TJ... god, you feel good.” His voice rumbles in my ear just as his body flexes, driving hard into mine before pouring himself out with a growl.
For a moment, we stay as we are, his warm breath tickling my ear, my arms wrapped around him, gently stroking his back, my legs still pinned behind my head.
“I love you, sweetness. So much. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but you’re going to have to let my legs down now.”
“Oh, sorry.” He grins sheepishly while moving so my legs can find a more normal position. He kisses me gently before moving his head to rest on my abdomen and I smile as he says, “Hey baby Robinson, how you doin’ in there? Okay? You’re gonna have to get used to being jostled a little cuz I’m not giving up sex with your momma – that’s what got you here in the first place.”
He kisses my belly before moving up to pull me onto his chest in a tender embrace and I can’t stop smiling as I drift into a sweetly satisfied sleep.
Thank you for reading my first MM post in a while! Is it weird to make a baby announcement like this? Mr. Robinson and I have wanted a baby for quite some time and we're thrilled - he's cute and super careful about everything, but we're finding a new rythm, which will change over and over I'm sure, but we're learning to grow and adjust in this new chapter of our lives.
It's true, I've felt pretty blah for a couple of months, but I'm into my second trimester and feeling quite a lot better, so all is on the up and up. Our doctor gave us the craziest look when I asked how many orgasms were okay - hey, I needed to know! Anyway, as many as I want for now :) I'm looking forward to more good, creative, pregnancy sex. And you may even hear about some of it...