Sometime during the night, he rolled me on top of his big body as we made love. I knew that it was a concern for me and the child in my womb that made him do so and I felt immensely touched by that.
Later we lay, our limbs entangled, damp and drained. I kissed the damp, strong arm to reassure myself that I was not dreaming. I had placed my head against his shoulder. He stroked my cheek roughly and growled,
"So this is what you become when you are with child, eh? Insatiable?"
And then, as I turned my face to him and kissed him longingly, he growled warningly, his shaft hardening and rearing again as my small hands caressed his member lovingly. Teasing him further, I lifted my fingers to lick the dripping pre-cum from his manhood, I circled my lips with my tongue, making appreciative noises as I licked my fingers arousing him to a point of no return. His body was stiff, alert and I could see the predatory look in his narrowed blue eyes as he watched me, unblinkingly, his cock rearing and hard, ready to plunge into me again as I played with his erect member with my small hands.
I watched him from under my lashes all the while, enjoying the torture I was inflicting.
Aware of my power and not hesitating to use it.
I knew I was goading him, testing his control but I had the power to do it and I was not going to let him go unpunished too.
With a hoarse growl he gave up, unable to resist my fondling and aroused beyond his limit, he rose and stared at me, eyes narrowed, breathing heavily as he took in my unashamed nakedness.
Innocently enough, I raised myself on my elbows and gently reached out. I took his shaft reverentially in my hands, stroking the sides of the huge member, my eyes never leaving his face and the fierce expression of unbridled lust on his harsh features.
Standing by the side of the bed, naked, his strong body gleaming with sweat, he breathed heavily, like a runner who had been travelling for miles as he stood, looking down at me, the pale grey-blue eyes blazing with desire., burning into me.
I wanted to tease him till he gave in, uncontrollably.
And I knew he would punish me till I begged for release.
***
Slowly, one hand on my swollen belly, I raised myself on my knees before him, my large breasts thrust forward-moving enticingly. I was unashamed of my nakedness before the man who had made me aware of my passionate nature. The man whose children I had carried, the man who had got me with child again.
"Shall I suck you, my Master?" I asked in a soft voice, teasingly, licking my lips tantalisingly, hearing the rumble in his chest as he watched me, eagerly, unable to take his eyes off me...
Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled towards him as he stood, unmoving, almost without breathing, watching me. The look on his face was something I had never seen before, a look of wonder, of adoration.
Slowly, I straightened myself, My large breasts swinging with the motion and his eyes dropped to them as he took a sharp, loud breath. Without taking my eyes off him, I touched myself where he had entered me so roughly and pleasured me so thoroughly, as he stood, his breath coming in loud gasps, watching as I played with my clit, rolling my hips slightly as I remembered the way he had touched me, ridden me, his long, thick member had laid claim to me over and over again...
The glazed look on his face, his parted lips and the harsh breaths he took as he watched me, the sheen of sweat on his powerfully muscular body as he stared unblinkingly, turned me on further.
It was all I wanted, knowing he was turned on like never before, helpless to conceal his arousal. His thick member was inches away from my gyrating body, dripping freely. Moaning, I moved forward, sticking out my tongue to catch the thin stream of precum, my fingers busy with my clit. I was being wanton, shameless as I tossed my hair, watching him all the while. In a hoarse voice, he growled,
"Woman, stop teasing me like this, for fu*ck's sake."
Pleading proved to be my downfall. At last, I extended my hand forward, pushing my thick, flowing hair aside from my face, and gave him an enticing smile.
I kissed the tip of his moist member, thick and formidable as it appeared, glistening with precum. I licked it slowly, with affection.
Unexpectedly, a ripple of desire coursed through me, and I moaned with yearning.
He grasped my head, pulling my long hair, revealing how tightly he controlled his emotions, resisting the urge to force his co*ck down my throat. I took him into my mouth, sucking and licking, focusing on his heavy balls. He moved rhythmically, gradually increasing the pace, keeping my head steady as he fuc*ed my mouth and observed me sucking him eagerly.
Emitting a sound akin to a tormented man, he snarled,
"Damn you, woman, I'm going to breed the shit out of you if you continue like this."
I gazed up at him, silently surrendering myself to him.
Something in my expression, my submissive posture at his feet, must have conveyed my longing for him to take me repeatedly.
With hands trembling as they endeavored to remain gentle, he directed me to lie down.
Then, once more, he positioned himself on top of me, his eager mouth muffling my cries as he entered me passionately, and I yielded to his skilled embrace of me.
Throughout the night, intermittently, we made love; with passion and tenderness, exploring and re-exploring our bodies.
I must have climaxed countless times—well, perhaps that's an exaggeration—but the intense desire we felt following the separation he had enforced made it seem like a rebirth...
**
When I awoke in the early morning hours, his strong, warm body was lying beside me, an arm draped over my breasts, gently stroking my nipples that throbbed from being suckled so intensely, so urgently. Whimpering, I stirred, my legs moving as I turned to face him, my body awakening once more to its need, rolling over as he adjusted to place his leg possessively over mine.
He was awake, observing me languidly, and chuckled softly when I reached down to feel his hardening manhood.
"Woman, aren't you satisfied yet, you greedy little thing," he growled.
In response, I kissed his large hands and placed them on my belly. The sensation of our child, who had chosen to kick me rather vigorously, caused him to sit up in astonishment. He gazed at me with a mixture of wonder and reverence.
"Is that...?" he whispered in a husky voice, his eyes widening in amazement.
I giggled. He appeared so shocked; it was almost comical.
"Yes," I nodded. I winced as another sharp movement made me tense.
"Are you okay, little one?" he asked, his voice rough with concern.
I attempted not to grimace as a slight flutter in my belly reminded me of the one growing within me. Instantly, his expression became more intense.
"You alright, little one?" he asked, the strain in his voice palpable.
I smiled.
And unable to restrain myself, I laughed at the concern evident in his voice.
This was what I had dreamt of when I lay awake, alone and unhappy in the large bed, longing for him to be beside me.
I reached out my hands to frame his rugged face and whispered,
"You stayed with me. I have never awakened to find you beside me before, Lucien."
For a long moment, he remained silent. He simply stayed, propped up on one strong elbow, gazing down at me.
Then he stood up.
I sat up, dismayed. Had I said something wrong?
He turned to me and effortlessly lifted me into his arms.
"You need to take a bath, woman," he grunted, his eyes fixed on my breasts as they shook with every step.
I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders.
"I can walk," I said shyly, "Your leg..."
"Damn my leg," he snapped and bent forward to kiss me.
I melted. All coherent thought disappeared as we stood under the shower, washing one another. But then, he made me climax again, slipping his fingers within me, finding my sensitive spot while he supported me as I trembled with the spasms of my release. When I collapsed against him, he lowered me into the bathtub and joined me in the warm water.