Crouching down, he stroked her tense arms, testing the tension in her thighs, cupping a smooth, soft breast in his hand. Her naked vulnerability was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Everything okay? Nothing hurting?”
“No…it’s okay.” Her head dropped once more, her long hair brushing her breasts, the stiff nipples poking out from the river of dark locks.
Keihl flicked the hair from her breasts, baring them once more to his gaze. She wouldn’t be allowed to hide a single part of her body from him. He’d been looking forward to this for so long. He’d dreamed of how she’d look, kneeling there for him, every angle of her body captured in the mirrors, the tension in her trembling form.
As he rose to his feet once more, he gazed down upon her, his cock already so hard he had to reach into his warm-ups to adjust it. The beauty and raw eroticism of her form took his breath away, and as she knelt there, her breasts shivering with her breathing, he walked around the rack, taking her in from all sides.
“Keihl, what are you—”
“Shh, don’t say anything. I want you to be quiet, girl. You’re here to be enjoyed, and I intend to.”
Shockingly, she agreed, letting him savor the moment, drawing it out for both of them. He passed around behind her, loving the way even with her thickened waist, her bottom and hips still were so round, so lush. He dropped to a knee behind her, clasping her hips in his hand, his nose nuzzling the fingers laced in her hair, listening to her quickening breathing.
“Hurt?” he asked.
He knew it didn’t, but he still wanted her to tell him, to acknowledge the way the position put her on blatant, sexual display. He patted her soft bottom, a warning.
“N-No, Sir.” She inhaled a ragged a breath. “Please, let me up.”
He dropped to both knees behind her, moving closer, pressing his body to hers, his erection jutting against her lower back.
“Oh I’ll let you up, but only when I’m ready. I’ve got you right where I want you, and I’m not letting you go until I get what I want.”
“What”—she gulped—“do you want?”
He kissed her ear, nibbling on it, making her body shudder anew.
“Your surrender.”
Keihl rose, walking to the thermostat, bumping it up — and making sure she saw him do it — then moved behind her again. He smiled, seeing her head crane around to follow him. She was nervous.
Just the way he liked her.
She jerked again at the sound of him squeezing the bottle of oil. Normally, he liked to watch her apply her Vitamin E lotion to that gorgeous belly, but today, he’d be doing the honors with oil — among other things.
Crouching low, he passed under the crossbar once more, reaching around her, savoring the heat of her trembling body, enjoying the tightness of her limbs as she waited, helpless, for whatever he wished to do to her next.
Kirsten let out a long gasp as he spread the oil over her skin, cradling the weight of her belly in both hands as he rubbed the slipperiness into her skin. He closed his eyes, and pressed himself to her body, stroking her slowly, committing every blissful second to memory. He knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life, the feel of her soft skin against his hands, the sound of her quick, heavy respiration, lust and nervousness on her every breath, the smell of her hair as he nuzzled her neck, whispering sweet words of promise, of threat, of love.
Keihl pulled the front of his warm-ups down, just enough to free his aching erection. He wrapped a fist around the shaft, unable to resist stroking it a few times. He pressed the inflamed head to the softness of her bottom, easing it back and forth across the expanse of her buttock. His cock left a trail of glistening wetness across her skin. She made a low sound, and pushed back against him.
“Let me up and I’d be happy to take care of that for you.”
“No quite yet, pretty girl.” He applied more of the baby oil, knowing Kirsten watched his reflection in the mirror.
Exactly how he wanted it.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he murmured at her ear.
Charging his palms with the slippery oil, he took her breasts in his hands, molding their soft weight to his palms, loving the way his fingers glided effortlessly over her skin. Her nipples came up even harder then as he circled the darkness of each areola. He caught her gaze in the glass and grinned at her, watching her as she looked down at her breasts still clutched in his hands.
“My God… that’s beautiful,” he said, mesmerized at the way the bright sheen of her oiled globes caught the warm light, emphasizing the curves, the ripe lushness of her breasts. “Does that feel good, Kirsten? Be honest.”
Her sweet blush rose once more and she looked away. “Yes, Sir.”
“They don’t hurt?”
“A little tender… when you squeeze hard.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to squeeze them anymore?”
Her blush deepened to scarlet. “No, Sir.”
“No you don’t want me to — or no, you don’t want me to stop?”
He tightened his hands around her flesh, and she let out a low groan.
“I… don’t want you to stop.”
“Even though it hurts?”
He gently bit into her bare shoulder, and she tilted her head away, baring her neck to him, inviting more.
Kirsten’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
And he gave her what she wanted, though he was careful not to take it too far, only pinching her nipples lightly, Tom’s statement about breast stimulation still fresh in mind.
Then he took his time, rubbing down her entire body in the oil, making her extend her arms overhead as he left her skin glistening, the overhead light rendering her form a glowing, erotic tribute to feminine beauty. How he loved her.
“Up now,” he whispered, with a brush of his lips across her ear.
Moving back around to the front, he held her hand helping her rise, drinking in the alluring movement of the heavy, oiled breasts. Then she stood once more, within the cage of the rack.
“You see that cross bar at the top? Reach up and grab it, girl.”
Her frightened gaze darted to him, and he waited for her to obey, savoring the warring mix of excitement and uncertainty he saw in her eyes. Finally, she did it, her stunning, curvy form stretched upward, her body mouthwatering, breathtaking. He didn’t know such beauty was possible.
He stood back then, admiring her from all angles, the wet heaving breasts, the broad sweep of the hips, the way the lush thighs rubbed together, the slick bare mound of her sex huddling in the shadow of her round belly. His fingers traced the line that had developed that lead down from the umbilicus, and drew close, his lips tasting the heated, oiled skin, a kiss of reverence and possession both as Kirsten murmured her arousal.
Keihl pulled a chair over and sat down before her, quite close, the scent of her sex strong on the air, the heat of her oiled body upon his own skin. He smiled up at her, her eyes, dark, hooded, her lips quivering with a desire she could no longer hide.
“Do you want me to do something about that hot pussy of yours? Is there something you want, girl?”
The column of her throat worked as she swallowed, her eyes closing a moment.
“Yes, sir. Please… I need you. I need you inside me. Please.”
He stood up, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips, the tip of his tongue tasting hers. He looked into her eyes, her gaze fevered, desperate.
“Yes, I think I can do that for you. Now pay attention, Kirsten.”
Keihl returned to his seat, then leaned forward, studying the swollen, fragrant cunt. He ran a fingertip through the soft labia, licking off the tart wetness, then found the hard little clit.
“I love you shaved like this. I think I might keep you like this from now on.” He peered up at her, Kirsten’s eyelids heavy with growing desire. “Would you like me to keep this cunt bare for you?”
“Oh God, Keihl…”
She closed her eyes, thrusting her hips forward ever so slightly, saying more than words ever could.
“I thought so.” He moved his chair closer until his knees brushed her legs. “I want you to let go of that bar now. Spread your legs.”
Keihl had to remember to breathe as he watched those beautiful, soft thighs move, the scent of her arousal stronger then. He licked his lips, and retrieved his cock from his warm-ups once more. Her breath hitched as she caught sight of his cock. He held himself for just a moment, catching her eye, teasing her, her gaze dropping to watch as he pumped his fist up and down the shaft once, twice, a third time, a bright drop of precome beading at the tip of the congested head of his cock.
“Straddle me now,” he said, her breasts swaying as she obeyed, the weight of her thighs surrounding him. As she lowered, her hands clasped his shoulders, steadying herself. He drew in a long breath, savoring the scent of her pussy, now mere inches from his face. He darted forward, drawing his tongue deeply through the hot, sodden folds, sucking on the hard clit a moment as Kirsten cursed under her breath.
He pulled back, and Kirsten thrust her hips, trying to prolong the touch of his tongue.
“Now, put it in,” he said, his voice thick.
“I-I can’t.”
She dropped one of her hands from him, and he growled, her hand quickly returning to his shoulder.
“I need my hands, Keihl
“You’ll do it without them, girl.” She lowered still further, and the head of his cock brushed the lips of her sex. “I can’t believe how swollen this pussy is. I’d read about what pregnancy does to it, but seeing you like this. Jesus, it’s even better than I’d imagined.”
The lips of her sex were congested with blood, a blooming red, the tissues swollen, the moisture glistening between the folds, the clit now fully out from under its hood, the bright red tip begging for more. He intended to give her just want she wanted.
“Your clit is so big, Kirsten.”
She whimpered, and he grinned, knowing it had always embarrassed her, the prominence of that little bundle of nerves only increasing as her pregnancy progressed, her entire pussy seemingly perpetually engorged.
Drawing the head of his cock over her hard clit, she gasped, his precome mixing with her own juices.
“Jesus Christ,” she kissed, her hips bucking. “Please, Keihl…”
“Please, what?”
“God, please… please fuck me. Please!”
Then she dropped down even more, and he guided the head of his cock between those hot, wet lips, clenching his teeth against a groan as her flesh squeezed tight upon him.
“Practicing those Kegels?”
“You’re… damn right,” she panted, her eyes flashing with lust.
She sank down upon him fully, her soft buttocks pressed to his thighs. Keihl threw his head back, groaning, her hot, wet sex surrounding him, destroying his ability to resist her one second more.
Slowly working his cock, her belly brushed against his him, her breasts bouncing, she built up a faster and faster pace. He clutched her closer, licking and gently sucking those dark, hard nipples, tasting the hint of sweetness upon his tongue that he’d come to savor. He looked forward to the day when her milk came in fully, when he could taste her sweetness in all its glory.
“Harder,” he grunted, reaching up and twisting a fist in her hair, pulling her close so that he could kiss her, make her taste her own sweetness upon his lips.
Kirsten plunged down upon him over and over, her oiled breasts swaying and shivering as she moved. He caught her gaze, smiling up at her as her moans grew louder, the leather and chains of the harness swaying overhead.
“Come, Kirsten. Come for me.”
She shrieked then, her head thrown back, her hips grinding against him, her juices flooding over his cock, running down his thighs. The squeeze and grip of her sex around him sent him over the edge, and he hugged tight to her as he thrust hard into her depths, his hips bucking sharply as he shot his seed within her.
Panting, spots of light dancing in his vision, he stilled, both of them breathing hard, the sweat of their bodies running down their skin. The front of his shirt stuck to him, sweat and oil matting it to his flesh. His shaking hands traced the line of her trembling lips, and he stroked her warm cheek. She collapsed down upon him then, her fragrant hair surrounding him, her lips pressing feverish kisses to his face, his neck.
“I… I can’t believe…” Kirsten said, breathless, her arms around him. “So good. God, so… good.”
Holding her tight, Keihl dipped his head down, and kissed the upper swell of her belly.
“You’re welcome, my love.”
Chapter Forty One
F
or Kirsten, the last month of her pregnancy seemed to pass by in a blur. She’d told herself to remember all of it: the large and the small, the amusing and the frustrating, the simple and the profound.
How many times had she simply wished things would slow down, give her a chance to savor the sweetness of it, the emotional highs, the unrivaled joys of carrying Keihl’s baby? Yet at others — such as waking up for the third time in a single night with vicious heartburn — she wished it were all over
right fucking now.