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.
Sex has never been on the top of any list I made. I could and have lived perfectly long without it, or needing it indeed. But since I've become pregnant? I crave for it in any possible way I can get it. That is not to say that I crave it with *anyone* I can get it. Otherwise I'd be waking off to photo's of pretty naked people al the time.
No, Angel and only Angel can still the hunger I feel inside when it comes to this. My hands can't seem to able to stop him, my lips are barely able to pause their kissing to blather something out. Something about Connor, about being on the floor, about... I don't really care anymore.
So I drop myself on top of Angel, rubbing up against him almost frantically, hands and lips everywhere while his big hand finds my cock and circles around it. That makes me throw my head back and moan loudly. "Angel," I breathe, "I want you. Need you, need you now. Please, please, please," I beg him.
"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!
I roll us over until I'm above Wes and it's harder for him to rub up against me with all that weight. Just- "Need- Need to stop, Wes. Stop just for a second. Fuck I don't want to stop," I groan, pulling myself up onto my hands and knees. "Just- just for a second, you gorgeous, sexy man."
"Stay here," I say breathlessly, old habits kicking in as they always do when Wes makes me lose my mind and forget I'm a vampire. God, I do not want to stop, and fuck am I hard- Could come just from look at Wes' blown out pupils and swollen lips, but-- He would never forgive himself. Wes would be mortified if we did this in front of Connor. I'm sure he's plenty mortified as it is. But I think he might never have sex with me again if I let him go all the way. Shit, shit, shit I don't want to stop though.
It's with great, great, great willpower that I unwrap my fingers around his shaft. I give Wes' forehead a kiss - anything else and we'd be at it again - and stand up. To find our son cooing away, blissfully unaware. Thank god. Snagging him up - and trying to focus on anything but my erection standing out like a flagpole, I take Connor back to his crib in the other room. Baby monitor's on, and he's got some little toys in there. I flick on his mobile above the crib and pad back out to Wes.
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...
Except... "What..."I gasp, blinking *up* at Angel suddenly. What happened? Oh, oh he wants to be on top? Of course. Well, I don't mind as long as he doesn't stop. My hand move position to clutch his shoulders and his back. Smooth soft skin directly under my finger tips. That's my Angel, perfection. Bloody perfection. That is if he would stop blathering on!
And pulling away? What... why... "Where are you going?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling while Angel darts around to do whatever it is he's bloody well doing. He just left me hanging! He turns me on, rubs me up, pulls me off and then leaves? What the hell his this? I can't think in this state! And I'm still hungry.
"Bloody buggering hell," I curse, rolling myself to and fro until I'm able to get to my side. From there I crawl onto my hands and knees. Small moment of deja-vu there. My hard cock is leaking pre-come, throbbing painfully between my legs as I make my way over to the kitchen on said hands and knees. "If he damn well isn't going to shag me then I'm going to eat," I tell the room at large.
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.
Sex has never been on the top of any list I made. I could and have lived perfectly long without it, or needing it indeed. But since I've become pregnant? I crave for it in any possible way I can get it. That is not to say that I crave it with *anyone* I can get it. Otherwise I'd be waking off to photo's of pretty naked people al the time.
No, Angel and only Angel can still the hunger I feel inside when it comes to this. My hands can't seem to able to stop him, my lips are barely able to pause their kissing to blather something out. Something about Connor, about being on the floor, about... I don't really care anymore.
So I drop myself on top of Angel, rubbing up against him almost frantically, hands and lips everywhere while his big hand finds my cock and circles around it. That makes me throw my head back and moan loudly. "Angel," I breathe, "I want you. Need you, need you now. Please, please, please," I beg him.
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I roll us over until I'm above Wes and it's harder for him to rub up against me with all that weight. Just- "Need- Need to stop, Wes. Stop just for a second. Fuck I don't want to stop," I groan, pulling myself up onto my hands and knees. "Just- just for a second, you gorgeous, sexy man."
"Stay here," I say breathlessly, old habits kicking in as they always do when Wes makes me lose my mind and forget I'm a vampire. God, I do not want to stop, and fuck am I hard- Could come just from look at Wes' blown out pupils and swollen lips, but-- He would never forgive himself. Wes would be mortified if we did this in front of Connor. I'm sure he's plenty mortified as it is. But I think he might never have sex with me again if I let him go all the way. Shit, shit, shit I don't want to stop though.
It's with great, great, great willpower that I unwrap my fingers around his shaft. I give Wes' forehead a kiss - anything else and we'd be at it again - and stand up. To find our son cooing away, blissfully unaware. Thank god. Snagging him up - and trying to focus on anything but my erection standing out like a flagpole, I take Connor back to his crib in the other room. Baby monitor's on, and he's got some little toys in there. I flick on his mobile above the crib and pad back out to Wes.
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Except... "What..."I gasp, blinking *up* at Angel suddenly. What happened? Oh, oh he wants to be on top? Of course. Well, I don't mind as long as he doesn't stop. My hand move position to clutch his shoulders and his back. Smooth soft skin directly under my finger tips. That's my Angel, perfection. Bloody perfection. That is if he would stop blathering on!
And pulling away? What... why... "Where are you going?" I ask, looking up at the ceiling while Angel darts around to do whatever it is he's bloody well doing. He just left me hanging! He turns me on, rubs me up, pulls me off and then leaves? What the hell his this? I can't think in this state! And I'm still hungry.
"Bloody buggering hell," I curse, rolling myself to and fro until I'm able to get to my side. From there I crawl onto my hands and knees. Small moment of deja-vu there. My hard cock is leaking pre-come, throbbing painfully between my legs as I make my way over to the kitchen on said hands and knees. "If he damn well isn't going to shag me then I'm going to eat," I tell the room at large.
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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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