[Aldo]
I hover above her, muscles trembling as I keep fucking her. The rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the room, a forbidden melody that grows louder despite our efforts.
“I know you like this too,” I growl, my thrusts growing sharper, faster, the tension coiling tighter in my core. My breath catches as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me.
The sex since Dawn got pregnant has been insane. Each encounter more intense, more passionate, as if her body knows no limits now. These last few days have been a fever dream, every moment deeper than the last.
We shift, and I’m on my side now, driving up into her, my hand working her clit with expert precision. The angle pushes her over the edge, her hips bucking wildly as her pussy grips me tighter.
My cock throbs, the telltale signs of my own release sending waves of heat through me. She’s spasming, her body pressing against mine as we chase the peak together.
It’s so damn hot. The sweat slicks our bodies as her hands grip her tits, her fingers digging into her flesh. The sight pushes me over the edge. My cock convulses, and pleasure crashes through me like a tidal wave.
I bite down on the pillow, stifling my cry as I spill into her. The pressure, the heat, the sheer intensity of it all leaves me trembling.
I keep moving, trying to ride the aftershocks as Dawn works to finish herself off. Her moans are quieter now, but her desperation is palpable. She gets close, so close, but it slips away.
We collapse into each other, breathless and slick with sweat. The room is a cocoon of heat and exhaustion, our bodies tangled together. But as Dawn shakes her head, a cheeky grin lighting up her face, I know she’s not done.
“You’ll just have to make me come now,” she says, her voice playful but firm, the edge of need unmistakable.
I smirk, reaching down and grabbing my underpants from the floor. For a moment, I slip them beneath her, earning a laugh. Her voice is light, a sweet reprieve from the intensity of moments before.
“Hey, I’m being a gentleman,” I joke, grinning down at her.
Dawn smiles, but her eyes glitter with hunger. “A gentleman would’ve pulled out.”
“We’ve proved I’m not good at that,” I reply, my voice tinged with humor and satisfaction. But even as I say it, I shift my weight, leaning into her.
Before she can respond, my fingers slide down between her thighs, brushing the slickness still lingering from us. Her breath catches, the softest moan slipping free.
“Let me make it right,” I murmur, my voice low and thick with intent.
I kiss my way down her body, my lips and tongue tracing the faint salt of her skin, savoring the way her body reacts to every touch. Her muscles tense beneath my mouth, her hands gripping at the sheets. When I reach her center, I don’t hesitate.
The taste of her is intoxicating, and her hips jerk against my mouth as my tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles. She gasps, her fingers threading into my hair, her grip tightening as I press my tongue flat against her, dragging it up with a languid stroke.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Right there.”
Her breathing becomes uneven as I focus on her clit, alternating between soft flicks and firm pressure. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she lets out a sharp cry, quickly muffling it with her hand.
Her hips buck against me, her desperation building with every stroke, every flick. I feel her thighs trembling around my head, hear the way her breathing turns into soft, breathy gasps.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her voice breaking.
I don’t. I keep the rhythm steady, my tongue and fingers working together, coaxing her closer and closer. Her body tightens, her muscles locking as the tension inside her reaches its peak.
And then she shatters.
Her cry is muffled but raw, her body arching off the bed as the climax overtakes her. I don’t stop, guiding her through the waves of pleasure until she’s trembling beneath me, her body completely spent.
When I finally pull away, I kiss my way back up her body, the smile on her lips both sated and mischievous.
“There,” I murmur against her ear, pulling her into my arms. “Better?”
Dawn laughs softly, the sound rich with satisfaction. “Much better.”
We chuckle, and I get up on my elbows to give her a kiss. As I do, I accidentally knock the curtain aside. The faint light from the outside world spills into the room.
We kiss lazily, her hand brushing along my jaw as I reach to pull the curtain back into place. But then my breath catches, my chest tightening.
My heart stops.
Parked down the street is the small car I saw stop abruptly after the highway.
The scene outside is eerily quiet, except for one thing.
Their window is down, and someone is watching us.