Page 76 of Bound

Three months later

Emery

Shit, it's so hot inhere.

Pushing up on my elbow, I draped my legs off the side of the bed, and adjusted the fan so it was pointing directly at me. The air felt good, even though it was still as hot as fuck.

We really need to fix the air conditioning.

My eyes drifted to the window unit, and I wished it was alive so I could tell it to fuck off. The hormones were driving me insane. I'm hot all the time, I could cry over absolutely nothing. Literally nothing.

I had a major melt down a few days ago because Porter brought me a burger, and had forgotten to put pickles on it. It's not his fault, I apologized right after, blabbering through the tears that just kept coming.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watched him as he slept. His face was scrunching up as he his lips moved like he was talking in his dreams. There was no sound, but he was animated with thought.

Grunting softly, he rolled to his side, curling around his pillow. Smiling, I rubbed his back up and down with the tips of my fingers. He stirred a little, his back arching as I tickled over his ribs.

Climbing out of bed, I shuffled my feet across the floor and into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass out of the cupboard, I filled it with cold water. My throat felt dry, like I was swallowing sand.

I was wide awake, the sun wasn't even a glimmer on the horizon. Peering into the darkness, all I could see was my reflection looking back.

God, I look like shit.

Spinning against the counter, I down the rest of the glass. I knew I'dnever get back to sleep. Heading back to bed, my husband had rolled onto his back, and was now taking up the center of the mattress.

His body was glistening as he laid in his boxers, arms out to his sides, sheet partially tangled around his thick legs. I could feel my body start to tingle as my eyes ran up his body. Softly, I brought my fingers to my lips, debating if he'd enjoy being woken up right then.

Leaning against the doorway, my fingers moved from my lips down the center of my chest, and circled one nipple to the other. I was so tender lately, the slightest touch gave me chills, and my pussy was always wet.

Pregnancy didn't turn me away from sex, it made me want it more.

Rubbing my nipple, I plucked it gently, then slid my fingers down my huge belly, until I reached my pussy. Massaging my clit, I used a single finger to draw firm strokes over the swollen bead.

Biting on my bottom lip, tingles raged through my body, so close to the cusp of a full orgasm. But I quickly pulled my hand away. I wanted my husband to give me that pleasure.

Quietly, I moved to the bed, and knelt beside him. Placing kisses across his chest, I ran the tips of my fingers down his abs, slipping them into his boxers, until I reached his cock.

Gripping his dick, I started to stroke him up and down. His cock thickened in my hand, all while my husband was still deep in his dreams. Stroking up and down, his stayed closed, but he licked his lips and rocked his hips, forcing his dick deeper into my palm.

Up and down, I stroked him until he was so hard, his tip was engorged and his shaft was rock hard. His cock speared through the hole in his boxers, the tip glistening in pre-cum.

Straddling his waist, I pulled up my nightgown, and guided his cock to my entrance. I was soaked, my pussy throbbing and swollen, begging for a release.

Rubbing his tip through my folds, I spread my juice all over his cock, then slowly lowered my body until I hit his furry base. My knees lift, driving my body back down as I fuck my sleeping beast.

His hands captured my hips by surprise as he opened his eyes with a grin on his face. “Now this is something to wake up to,” he said, digging his fingers in hard as he drove his cock up deeper into my heat.

“Mm,” I moaned, tipping my head back as I rode him slow.

He was so damn hard I could feel him in my belly as my clit pulsed with need. The sleepy haze in his eyes was gone and he was just as awake as I was. My arousal dripped over his shaft as I rocked my body faster and faster.

Porter released my hip, and shimmied my nightgown over my head. “Fuck, you're so beautiful, just look at you,” he said, his eyes licking my body as he bit his bottom lip.

Sweat began to trickle down my back, my skin was flushed and turning red. I could feel the heat as it spread from my cheeks to my neck.

Placing a firm hand on my back, he pulled down so he could suck my tit into his mouth. His tongue flicked back and forth over my tender skin, and his cheeks hollowed as he let my tit release with a pop.

Goosebumps shot down my arms as my hips worked faster and faster to ease this ache in my clit. My belly clenched as the orgasm bubbled, finally exploding through my muscles in one quick blast.

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