Page 29 of Inevitably Yours

Pumping his finger in and out of her faster, he whispered, “come,” not that she could hear him or that saying it would even work. He just needed to voice it for some inexplicable reason. Using his teeth and lips, he worked her clit until she started to quiver around his finger.

John raised his head just in time to witness her face start to contort in pleasure. Pinching her nipple with his free hand, he ceased the rapid in and out motion of the other. Instead, he let his thumb and first two fingers work in tandem together, stroking a perfect rhythm both inside and out. “Open your eyes,”he rasped, and she complied, just in time for him to see the fireworks ignite in her amber and hazel orbs.

Augusta struggling to breathe through her pleasure was a work of art.

She gasped to intake air but was locked in bliss and wasn’t able to. It was a nuance of rapture that John loved to witness.

The moment of not being in control of even the primary functions of life. John was awed, watching her hang from the precipice by her fingertips, suspended in a haze of pleasure unlike anything else. Then that almost second release, when her body was returned to her control and she got her first taste of oxygen in what felt like both a lifetime and a nano-second.

Stunning.

Augusta’s first intake was almost violent, and as she exhaled harshly, it was John’s name that provided the soundtrack. Not just for the first breath, but the first four, each one the same, but different. Both prayer and praise. This is what made the human experience…human.

John rose to his feet once more, unsteady but sure. When he caught Augusta gaping at his cock, he gripped it once again and stroked with purpose this time. He wanted her to see him the way he saw her. And he didn’t just want her to see him like that, he needed her to.

As he neared his own oxygen deprived ecstasy, Augusta turned her head in a mix of sated satisfaction and embarrassment. “Look at me, Gussy Girl. Watch what you do to me. See me as you allowed me to see you. Don’t look away, and I promise, I’ll make love to you like it’s your first time, but I’ll fuck you like it’s your last.”

John relished the shock on her face and the fascination. No one heard him talk like that outside of the bedroom, but he was a different man there.

It was the appreciation on her face when she bit her lower lip that sent him over the edge. “Fuuuuuck,” he ground out as he came all over her pregnant belly. He felt a bit of shame about that. It hadn’t been his intention, but he couldn’t say there wasn’t something smugly satisfying about it, something that called to the caveman inside him. But his shame was winning out. That was another man’s child, and it felt disrespectful somehow, until Augusta changed the way he was thinking with a simple action.

Her delicate hand came to rest on her belly, right under and on top of where he was still coming. He watched in fascination as she gently rubbed a circle there while he spurted another string of creamy white that connected them for a second. With it still clinging to the back of her index finger, she raised her hand to her face and sunk her finger all the way into her pretty pink mouth.

Her eyes closed in rapture while she sucked. John was already recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm. He couldn’t wait to sink balls-deep into what he now knew would be his own personal Eden.

---