Page 81 of Hawk's Cry

I bring her down gently, then ease away, slipping my body beside her, her back to my front. Again I position her leg. With one arm over her belly, I start to enter her from behind.

“Tell me if this is too much,” I beg her, scared that despite what she’s said, fucking a woman eight months pregnant might not be a good idea.

“I will,” she promises, gasping. “I want all of you inside me, Eli. I want you so fucking much.”

That’s exactly where I want to be. It’s not just to get relief for my aching cock, it’s the ultimate connection between us. With us it’s always been much more than just sex.

From the first time when we had to work out what to do we seemed to just fit. Of course, we knew what went where, you don’t grow up as we had to not have seen that in action, but it had been different putting knowledge into practice. I’d not wanted to hurt her, never had. Right now it feels like that first time all over again, me pressing in gently, giving her time to stretch and accommodate my length.

Strangely, I feel more linked to my baby than I ever have been. To my son which, despite her protestations to the contrary, I’m certain she’s going to have.

“Eli, move, please.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll fucking hurt you if you don’t.”

Her growled threat makes me chuckle, and then I oblige. Little pumps to start with, but when she simply pushes back with her hips, I pick up the pace, thrusting harder.

“Fuck, Liv. Babe, I’m not going to last.” It’s been too long and I’m on too light a trigger. I reach around to play with her still sensitive clit.

“Eli…”

“Babe,” I rasp out.

“Oh God, Eli.”

The moment she starts tensing around my cock, I lose it. I hammer in, then hold it as I feel cum spurt out of my dick.

“Christ, Liv. It just gets better.”

“Hmm mmm,” comes her satisfied agreement.

I rest my head against her shoulder, nuzzling a kiss to the sensitive spot below her ear. I’m reluctant to lose the connection, so let my cock soften inside her, ignoring that we’ll be making the bed wet.

I’ve missed this so fucking much, even when I hadn’t realised that I did. The months that had gone by without being inside her seem ridiculous to me now. Despite her understanding, I have to apologise again.

“Liv, I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I was out of my head. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I know that I did. Whatever you want, babe, I’ll give it to you. Whatever you need, I’ll provide. I’ll get help, make sure I don’t slip back. Not going to check out again, babe. I love you too fuckin’ much.”

A gentle soft snore is my only answer, making me smile against her skin.

Relaxed and at peace for the first time in months, I follow her into sleep.

It only feels like a few minutes later when there’s a knock at my bedroom door.

“You decent in there?” Liv’s mother shouts.

Making a quick assessment, it’s clear that we’re not. I’d fallen asleep with my cock inside my wife, and sometime during the night it’s slipped out. The mess on us, and the bed, is drying and sticky. Liv’s lying just as she fell asleep.

“Er, no,” I respond honestly, trying not to laugh.

“Well, you need to get up.”

“What is it?” a sleep-heavy voice queries.

I kiss Liv on the shoulder. “Your mom. I’ll go find out what she wants.”

I stand, and grimacing, pull on my jeans, tucking my much-in-need-of-a-shower cock behind the zip. Leaving Liv resting, I go to the door and slip out.

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