The more we made love, the more I wanted her. Maybe it was my newly awakened sexuality. Or maybe it was my love for Bette. I was wet and wanton and panting like a dog in heat. I thought the pregnancy hormones didn’t kick in till the second trimester. And here I was, needing and craving her touch all the time. I didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like between in a few months. I wanted her to take me, love me, fuck me senseless over and over till the only thing I could remember was her. And I didn’t want her to stop. She was like an addiction. And I had no desire to detoxify.

She rubbed my clit in lazy concentric circles till I couldn’t breathe. I wrapped my legs around her, silently willing her to enter me. What she did next took me by surprise and shock.

“Do you like that, Tee?” Her voice was so lusty. Her pinky finger was lightly rimming my ass. I felt fresh juices coating my center. God she was driving me insane.

“Fuck.”

I felt embarrassed about liking her touch but couldn’t help it. I moaned in appreciation as she entered me, her fingers steadily pumping inside me, taking me higher still. She created a rhythm and my body rocked to her beat in sync.

“Fuck baby…” I gasped. “Harder…”

She didn’t say a word and merely responded by giving me what I needed. I was better at vocalizing what I wanted than her. I groaned as she bit my nipples and pumped her fingers deeper. I moved to her hands, desperate, aching and longing for relief. She started tapping my G-spot and I could no longer contain my screams of ecstasy. Her fingers thrust back and forth inside me, rubbing against my G-spot again and again.

Deep hungry moans, gasping sighs, and sounds of really good, hard sex filled the room.

I raised my hips to meet her and she kept going deeper and deeper, her fingers more demanding and insistent. She pressed her thumb against the engorged flesh of my clit, rotating it back and forth, and I exploded.

Sensation after sensation assaulted and assailed me.

Wave after wave of cathartic ecstasy, intense, overwhelming and all-consuming.

I don’t remember when I came to my senses again. She gathered me in my arms and held my perspiring body tightly, kissing me tenderly.

“Oh wow…” I moaned and sighed. “Wow, I already knew that but still. WOW,” I managed to say, breathlessly. “Shit, I keep blacking out.”

“You’ll get used to them,” she said with a grin. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I whispered. I brought her head down for another kiss.

“Can we do that again?” I asked her between kisses.

“You don’t have to ask. But I think we both need a little rest now.”

–

 “Baby, wake up. We need to leave. We are late.”

I tried to wiggle free of her wonderful arms and get out of bed. Immediately, I missed the warmth of her body.

Bette groaned as she tried to move her limbs.

“It’s a good thing I have this limp. People won’t wonder why I’m walking around funny.”

“Hmm…” I looked around distractedly for our clothes that had been hurriedly discarded all over the room. Well at least she had not torn my panties like last time. At this rate, I would need to buy new underwear every week. No, I wasn’t really complaining.

“I’m so sore. I don’t think I can walk after what you did to me T,” she said, trying to get out of bed.

“Why would you want to go anywhere?” I collected my clothes and looked back at her, smirking.

My whole body tensed and froze. My breath hitched in my throat. And I could feel my heart racing again.

“True story.” Bette smirked right back at me, strapping on the dildo.

Dinner could wait.