Re: Tangled 2/2
anonymous
April 15 2011, 03:33:36 UTC
He gently pushed her back onto the bed, climbing alongside her, tracing one finger up the faint line running to her navel. He drew his tongue across one super-sensitive nipple, delighting in the way it stiffened immediately.
Rapunzel clawed at his vest, too entranced in what he was doing to remember how to work the clasps. “Too… many… clothes,” she managed in a breathy gasp.
He smirked, adding his vest and shirt to the pile next to the bed before making his way down, pushing all those stupid, billowy skirts out of the way, scraping her thigh with his teeth. He glanced up at her magnificent belly, then the thin fabric of her underwear was gone and she writhed and squirmed and made delicious little sounds as his magical tongue (which was what she had decided had gained super powers) flicked against her.
One hand fisted almost painfully in his hair, while the other dug little half-moons into his shoulder. She was sensitive, so sensitive, every lick amplified and the intensity of it all was almost too much and it made her never want to stop being pregnant and all her thoughts blurred into a fuzzy haze of one thing.
“Now, Eugene!” she barely managed, and in an instant, he knelt, yanked down his trousers and pushed into her, practically making her scream.
“Okay?” he breathed heavily, forcing himself to pause, thrilled when her failure at coherency told him she was just fine. His hands were gently but firmly rooted on the rounded flesh of her belly as he pulled back and pushed into her again and again, reveling in her smooth tightness, her scent, her sounds, her pregnant glow as she did her best to mimic his movements, to push back up to him. It was so perfect, everything so right.
He reached down to stroke her and without warning, Rapunzel’s world fell away with a strangled cry, hands tangled in the sheets, wave after wave washing over her as she tried to gasp his name, the look on her face enough to pull him down right behind her.
“Rapunzel,” he said when his breath had finally caught up to him, “Did I ever tell you I got a thing for knocked up chicks?”
Rapunzel clawed at his vest, too entranced in what he was doing to remember how to work the clasps. “Too… many… clothes,” she managed in a breathy gasp.
He smirked, adding his vest and shirt to the pile next to the bed before making his way down, pushing all those stupid, billowy skirts out of the way, scraping her thigh with his teeth. He glanced up at her magnificent belly, then the thin fabric of her underwear was gone and she writhed and squirmed and made delicious little sounds as his magical tongue (which was what she had decided had gained super powers) flicked against her.
One hand fisted almost painfully in his hair, while the other dug little half-moons into his shoulder. She was sensitive, so sensitive, every lick amplified and the intensity of it all was almost too much and it made her never want to stop being pregnant and all her thoughts blurred into a fuzzy haze of one thing.
“Now, Eugene!” she barely managed, and in an instant, he knelt, yanked down his trousers and pushed into her, practically making her scream.
“Okay?” he breathed heavily, forcing himself to pause, thrilled when her failure at coherency told him she was just fine. His hands were gently but firmly rooted on the rounded flesh of her belly as he pulled back and pushed into her again and again, reveling in her smooth tightness, her scent, her sounds, her pregnant glow as she did her best to mimic his movements, to push back up to him. It was so perfect, everything so right.
He reached down to stroke her and without warning, Rapunzel’s world fell away with a strangled cry, hands tangled in the sheets, wave after wave washing over her as she tried to gasp his name, the look on her face enough to pull him down right behind her.
“Rapunzel,” he said when his breath had finally caught up to him, “Did I ever tell you I got a thing for knocked up chicks?”
Anon hopes this is what OP was looking for. :)
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