The more I touch him the more frantic I can feel myself become. My hands are all over him as is my mouth. My body keeps rubbing up against him in any possible way I'm able too. Which is quite a task with this stomach let me tell you
( ... )
Oh, shit. Wes just doesn't quit. He's rubbing and grinding and making these *needy* sounds and I don't wanna stop, I don't wanna stop at all. Seems like this is practically a daily - feels like hourly at times - occurrence for us, but damn it still feels so hot and so intense each time. And Wes throws himself into it with such abandon
( ... )
Want, need, *crave*... and now. That's how it usually goes when this hits me. But 'usually' Angel and I are in a much better situation. Even though we have been nearly - or Angel assures me it was nearly when I had been convinced it had been fully - caught by Gunn and Cordelia. Or even Lorne and Fred. When this need is there though, I can't seem to be able to stop myself. Just... *can't
( ... )
"Hear us?" I absently, having completely lost the thread of the conversation the moment my fingers curled around Wes' throbbing cock. Can't hear anything but Wes - his cursing his panting, his moaning. It's all got me hard as a rock and I want Wes so *badly
( ... )
Half of what Angel's saying or what I'm even saying myself is gone the moment it leaves my mouth. Still, there's this niggling in the back of my mind that we shouldn't be doing this. Not here at least, not like this, not now? Not so certain about the latter since there's always *time* for this
( ... )
"Oh, fuck, Wes," I groan when Wes presses all of his weight against me, body arching against mine like he won't stop until we burst into flames. Damn, this is so good. Don't want to stop, don't ever-- But there's a noise. Soem kind of noise- I try to ignore it, but I just keep hearing it and I can't- My hand pauses and I realize it's Connor. Connor making nonsense baby noises. Connor. In the same room. Right above us. Wes will freak out if we do this and then he gets up to see our tiny son right there. Damn it
( ... )
Yes, yes, yes, yes, chants through my mind. The warning niggling in the back of my mind has quieted down to a dull whisper I can't hear any longer. Nor do I care. I've tried to stop Angel but I have no bloody clue why that was. Because this is so, so good. This is what I need, what I want. What my body craves. Bloody
( ... )
I pad back in the bedroom quickly once I've got Connor settled and the door closed - oh, got to check that our monitor's on. Right. Good. And-
There's no Wes right where I left him. What the hell?
I tug up my pants as much as I can and look around. Only to find my pregnant boyfriend crawling on the kitchen floor, bare-assed and still erect.
"Wes? Where the hell are you going?" I say mildly curious while my shaft is very interested in that behind waggling back and forth as Wes tries to crawl. "Any chance you'd want to pick up where we left off?" Didn't I specifically ask him to stay here?
I swear, this pregnancy has made his brain melt out his ears.
Snagging some lube from the nightstand drawer, I pad into the kitchen after Wes and run my hand over his rear. "Nice view though," I add. You know I don't think we've done it in the kitchen in awhile. A few days a least. Heh.
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There's no Wes right where I left him. What the hell?
I tug up my pants as much as I can and look around. Only to find my pregnant boyfriend crawling on the kitchen floor, bare-assed and still erect.
"Wes? Where the hell are you going?" I say mildly curious while my shaft is very interested in that behind waggling back and forth as Wes tries to crawl. "Any chance you'd want to pick up where we left off?" Didn't I specifically ask him to stay here?
I swear, this pregnancy has made his brain melt out his ears.
Snagging some lube from the nightstand drawer, I pad into the kitchen after Wes and run my hand over his rear. "Nice view though," I add. You know I don't think we've done it in the kitchen in awhile. A few days a least. Heh.
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