I’m in ecstasy. Hamilton’s buried deep within me as my muscles stretch to accommodate his length and girth. I love the fullness. I feel complete. I relax my grip on his butt, ready for him to move. When he remains motionless, I lift my head, searching his face.
Hamilton’s eyes are closed tight, his brow beads with sweat while his jaw clenches tight as his shoulders and arms strain.
“Ham, what’s wrong?” Fear floods my brain, worried he’s hurt himself.
He merely shakes his head, not opening his eyes.
“Hamilton,” I plead. “Look at me.”
Slowly, his lids raise, revealing fear. I lift my hands to his jaws, rubbing my thumbs back and forth.
“What’s wrong?”
Again, he shakes his head, rolling off of me. I dig my heels into his glutes, hugging him tight as he rolls to his back. I smile proudly at my success in the maneuver. Hamilton caresses my cheek with his left hand while his right plants on my hip.
“I...” his voice cracks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t hurting me,” I reply, pressing my palms against his pecs, preparing to grind my pelvis into him.
His free hand flies to my other hip, preventing my movement. “I don’t want to hurt the baby,” he whispers, his eyes pleading with me.
I move my hands to his face; my eyes implore him to hear me. “You won’t hurt the baby. Honey, sex is safe for the entire pregnancy.” I lower my mouth to his. “I promise.”
I pepper his lips with kisses, hoping he will engage with me. I slide my tongue along his lower lip and breathe a sigh of relief when he allows me entrance. I coax his tongue to mingle with mine as I try to assure him it’s safe. I lay my forehead on his as I gasp for breath. My eyes search his for understanding. I push my luck, grinding slowly against him. Pain and fear return to his eyes, so I stop.
“To hurt the baby, you have to hurt me,” I explain gently. “When you make love to me, you don’t hurt me. So, you won’t hurt the baby.” I try not to sound condescending. I remember how nervous I was during my entire pregnancy with Liberty. Our eyes lock, I wait for his understanding.
I lift a bit then slide back down his still rock-hard cock. His eyelids droop, and his lips part. I repeat my movement, raising another inch then impale myself once again. When he doesn’t beg me to stop, I grind into his pelvis. I allow my head to fall back as the friction stimulates my swollen clit.
I lift, fall, and grind myself over and over as my fingertips dig into his chest to anchor me. Emboldened by Hamilton allowing me to take charge, I lift my left leg over his torso to join my right. He lifts his head, interested in my intentions. I wave playfully over my shoulder as I slowly continue to spin. Once my legs position on either side of his hips, I raise and lower myself, allowing our connection to adapt to the new angles of our bodies. I place my palms above his knees as I rock forward then back. I gradually pick up speed as I repeat the motion. In my new position, tilted forward at this angle, my clit rubs against his balls on my downward thrusts. With each tantalizing graze, I move closer to my quickly approaching orgasm.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, I decide to speed up his release, too. I scrape my nails lightly up the inside of his thighs, eliciting a low growl. Still riding his cock, I grasp his thigh with one hand, lightly tickling his balls with my other. At his intake of breath, I have him right where I hoped. I grind myself repeatedly into his pelvis, rubbing my bud against him. I lightly tug on the hair on his sack.
In the blink of an eye, he ab curls to a sitting position. One hand cups my breast while the other strokes then flicks my over-sensitized clit. “Cum,” he growls, pressing the pad of his thumb in a tight circle.
My body obeys, every muscle in my body heats, my core clenches, and I fall over the edge. White light flickers behind my eyelids. Tremors shake my thighs and abdomen, prolonging my orgasm as Hamilton, hands on my hips, glides me slowly up and down his shaft.
Hamilton
Madison’s gentle tugs and caresses of my balls spark a fire at the base of my spine. I feel my impending release, and I need her to cum before I do. My cock, like Vesuvius about to erupt, I bolt upright. With one hand, I pinch and pull at her nipple. With the other, I carry out a full-on assault of her clit. At my command, she cums.
As her orgasm begins, I rock her up then down. Her inner walls spasm, taking every drop I have to give. I feel her body turn limp and lift her from me, laying her at my side. I curl into her, placing kisses upon her exposed neck. She mews at my touch, melting into me with a contented sigh.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“We’re having a baby,” she giggles, clutching my forearm on her stomach.
Releasing her, I guide her onto her back. Slowly, I slide down her torso and place my hand upon her stomach.
“Right now, there’s a tiny human growing in here!” My voice drips with excitement.
Madison tucks a second pillow under her head, allowing her eyes to meet mine. She smiles wildly at my statement.
I move my mouth near her navel. “Hello in there. I’m your daddy.”
Madison attempts to cover her giggles at my conversation with our new little one. It may look stupid, but I don’t care. We’re having a baby, and I’m going to be an involved daddy every step of the way this time.
“What?” I place my ear against her. “Yes, she is the best mommy. She’ll take very good care of you.” I kiss her belly before continuing. “And I’ll be doing everything I can to take care of her while she takes care of you. If you have any special requests, let us know.”
Her giggles morph into a full body laugh, jiggling her stomach.
“Hold on in there,” I call through my hands which form a circle at my mouth. “Madison, you’re creating an earthquake. Contain yourself.”
I place my ear against her tummy again, pretending to listen to our newest family member.
“Get up here,” Madison demands as she tries to catch her breath from laughing.