Page 100 of Goal Line
“There will be no one else, Luke,” I promise, and then I part my lips, run my tongue along his three fingers, and pull them into my mouth, sucking them clean.
He stands then, dropping his shorts before pulling me up next to him. Squatting, he slides my skirt and thong down my legs, and I toss my shirt to the side, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. From his knees, Luke looks up at me, his gaze pausing between my legs before traveling over my belly and up to my breasts.
“God, you’re a fucking sight to behold. I love the way your body looks when you’re pregnant. I know you have the Olympics to qualify for and win, but after that”—he rises to his feet again, skimming his body along mine in a way that sends goose bumps across my skin—“I’m going to fill you with more babies.”
I always knew I wanted kids, but never really pictured how many I’d have. “Oh yeah, how many?”
Looking down at me, he smooths his hands up my sides, trailing his fingertips along my ribs. “As many as you’ll let me give you.”
“All that sex we’ll need to have . . .” I say with a long sigh. “It sounds just terrible.”
“Yeah.” His shoulders shake with a chuckle. “You’d obviously hate it. Now get on the couch and bend over the back so I can see this gorgeous pussy while I fuck you until you’re begging for your next orgasm.”
How I love the mouth on this man.
I turn, kneeling on the cushions and leaning forward, resting my forearms on the back of the couch, ass in the airfacing him, as I gaze out the windows at the view of the Charles River and the lights of Cambridge on the other side. Then I glance over my shoulder at him, raise an eyebrow, and say, “Like this?”
He steps forward, spreading his legs enough to line himself up with me. Then he grips himself, rubbing the fat tip of his hard cock along my sensitive clit as I let out a moan. He slides himself up my seam and pushes into me with one long thrust.
My breath stutters out at the invasion; I’m so full I can hardly breathe. And then he puts his hands on my hips and moves inside me as I thrust back against him, seeking my own pleasure again as I bring him his.
I’m so aroused, I can feel my cum from the last orgasm dripping down the inside of my thigh. Sex isn’t normally like this for me, but being around Luke while pregnant has me perpetually on the verge of orgasm. I have a feeling that it’ll always be this good, even when I’m not pregnant.
“Put your hands on the back of the couch so you can sit up more,” he says. “I want your tits up here where I can play with them.”
I roll my shoulders back as I grip the back of the couch and push up, my back arched so I don’t change the angle where his body meets mine. His hands slide up my belly, pausing there as he slams himself into me faster.
“So fucking beautiful and strong, Evie. The way you’re growing a child like this?—”
“Our child,” I say, and as I glance over my shoulder at him, I don’t miss his throat bobbing as he swallows.
“The way you’re growingourchild makes me want to worship you even more than I already do.”
I smile up at him, lift an eyebrow, and say, “And what would that look like?”
“Let me show you,” he says, and then his hands cup my breasts, toying with my nipples as he whispers all the things he wants to do to me. His low, gravelly words and grunts of pleasure each time our bodies meet have me so close.
“Touch yourself,” he hisses as he bottoms out inside me again, and I gasp at the fullness. “I want you to play with your clit until you’re coming on my cock.” I spit on two fingers and bring them to my clit right as he says, “I want to watch my cum drip out of you.”
Then it’s too much pleasure all at once, and I cry out as a second orgasm rips through me, sending sparks ricocheting through my whole body as he emits a primal growl and shoots his release into me.
Just as he promised, I can feel his cum dripping down my thighs, even with his dick inside me, still hard. I drop my forehead down to the cushions on the back of the couch, before he starts to move again and teases, “You didn’t think I was going to be done after fucking you once, did you? I think you said good boys always give you that third orgasm...”
The next morning, everything about practice feels like a struggle.
“You doing okay?” Christopher asks as we finish our camel spin. “That felt like I was holding up both of our legs.”
“Looked like it, too,” Lynette calls out from the side of the ice.
“Sorry,” I say, loud enough for Lynette to hear. “I’m exhausted. Growing a baby is taking all my energy.”
But as we move away from where she stands, Christopher lowers his voice and says, “You sure it’s not all that newlywed sex?”
“Jealous, much?” I tease. “When does Jenn get back?”
A low groan rattles in the back of his throat, and as he cups the side of my face in his hand in anticipation of a death spiral, he says, “Not soon enough.”
Despite the scary name, the backward outside death spiral is actually one of the easier elements for me with my expanding belly. As Christopher enters a pivot holding my hand, I skate in a wide circle on the back outside edge. With my opposite leg straight out, my body is nearly parallel with the ice. My only fear with this one is that my added weight will throw the spin off balance, pulling Christopher down toward me. But as he plants his toe pick into the ice and sits back into the pivot while I drop into my rotation around him, I can tell he’s got me.
