Page 103 of Playing It Forward

I bark out a laugh. “You never cease to amuse me.”

“I don’t want to amuse you. I want to have sex. No more waiting. No more discussing. I know this is real. I trust you. Let’s do this.”

I reach down and lift her into my arms. She squeals. “Don’t drop me.”

“I will never drop you.” Not for the rest of her life. She can count on me to carry her. To keep her safe. To protect her.

She throws her arms around my neck. “If you insist.”

I carry her down the hallway to her bedroom, where I lay her on the bed. I want to pounce on her, but I force myself to slow down. This is my chance to show her I love her. I’m not letting my cock ruin it. My cock protests but I ignore it.

I climb onto the bed and kneel above her. She reaches for the hem of her t-shirt but I swat her hands away. “My job.”

“Hurry up. You’re sleeping on the job.”

I growl. “Sleeping on the job? I’m not sleeping on the job. But you will pass out after I’m finished.”

“Promises. Promises.”

“Not a promise. A guarantee.”

I grasp her t-shirt and lift it off her body, leaving her in a lacy blue bra. Her boobs are nearly spilling out of it. I trace the edge of the lace with a finger.

“Love these.”

“Good because they’re growing. My belly hasn’t popped yet, but these…” She motions to her chest.

“Let’s test how sensitive these are,” I mutter.

I nibble and lick my way down her chest until I reach her bra. I knead and massage her breasts until she’s squirming beneath me. I yank the cups of her bra down. Her nipples are already hard. I latch onto one and her back bows off the bed.

I continue to suck on her nipple while I glide a hand down her smooth skin. I stop at her stomach. I place a hand there and make a silent vow to keep this baby safe. This little mermaid is mine to protect, and I take my duties very seriously.

I continue to her shorts and snap them open before drawing the zipper down. Terri’s legs fall open.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin.

“Impatient girl,” she corrects.

I chuckle. My sprite never hesitates to tell me what she’s thinking. Not even when we’re in bed and my cock is ready to explode with impatience.

My hand dives into her panties. I skim past her clit, causing her to grunt at me. I aim straight for her pussy. I inch one finger inside. I groan. She’s wet for me.

I slowly pump my finger in and out of her as I nip and lick at her nipple. My cock pulses in my jeans. It wants in on the action. It wants to sink into her. Me too. Me too.

But she’s coming at least once first.

I add another finger and press my palm against her clit as I thrust. She plants her feet in the bed and meets my thrusts.

Her hands roam over my body. Damn. I want to feel those delicate hands on my skin. But I’m not stopping to remove my shirt. She can touch me later. After she explodes for me.

I lift my head and she tilts her chin down to meet my gaze. Her hazel eyes are dark with passion. Her mouth is open as she pants. She couldn’t be more beautiful.

“Are you going to come for me, sprite?”

She bobs her head and her walls quiver around my fingers.

“Come for me and I’ll give you my cock.”