In.
“It’s sexy as hell,” he breathed.
Out.
Nicole looked down too, at the picture they made together. It was almost unbearably erotic, her slender white torso moving, stomach muscles clenching, the puffy pink lips of her sex visibly holding onto him while he pulled out, as if it couldn’t bear to let him go.
In.
She felt like heaven. He’d never fucked before without latex. Even wearing a rubber, sex with Nicole would have been more intense than any other sex he’d ever had. Bareback…it was sometimes a miracle he lasted those five strokes.
Out.
Bareback, he could feel every inch of her. He knew her sex now like he knew the back of his hand. He knew how it became even softer after she came, he could tell in an instant what turned her on, the skin of his dick could feel the extra wetness.
In.
No latex between them. The only thing stopping her from getting pregnant was some hormones pressed into little pills. Had she been taking the pill over the past few days, with everything going on?
Out.
Because, if she hadn’t, if she’d forgotten to take them—and who could blame her?—then…well, then she could be pregnant right now.
In.
With his baby.
Out.
At the thought, Sam swelled even more, became harder, longer. Nicole gazed up at him, startled. She’d felt it, his almost unbearable excitement.
In.
Because if she were pregnant, it would have to be a little girl who looked just like Nicole. With glossy black hair and intense blue eyes.
Out.
A little girl who would twine her little arms around his neck and tell him she loved him. And he would love her and protect her, fiercely.
In.
Nicole would grow more outrageously beautiful in pregnancy. She just had that look; she’d become rounder and rounder by the day, shining in her beauty.
Out.
He’d make love carefully, entering from behind. Oh-so slowly. And late in the pregnancy, he’d be inside her, and his hand on her belly would feel their child, moving.
In. Out.
She could be pregnant…
In. Out. In.
right…
Inoutinoutinout
now!
