Free Infinity. (Infinity Series) by Layne Harper Page A

me.” I sound pathetic to my own ears, but at least I can use pregnancy now as an excuse.
    Before I register what he’s doing, I’m positioned on my hands and knees, and he begins feeding his penis into me inch by perfect inch. When he’s completely inside, I rock back against his hips, taking all of him. This is the closeness that I need. The connection. Our feeling of oneness. When we’re like this, I become unaware of where I stop and he begins.
    He grabs my hips. “This how you want it?” He drives in harder, hitting my cervix, which makes me unable to answer him with a coherent word. Instead I just groan.
    “God, you feel so perfect. So wet. So tight. Pregnant pussy is perfection.” He’s jackhammering into me.
    No. No, I definitely don’t have to worry about him being careful with my pregnant body.
    I almost laugh at his alliteration, but at the moment I’m too consumed with making sure that I’m properly fucked. I rotate my hips around his cock and pull forward, slamming back against him. “Oh God,” he yells out. “Like that, Charlie.”
    The longer that I rock back and forth on his erection, the wilder I become. This level of intimacy becomes not enough. I pull off of him and turn around. I’m eye height with his long, thick, gorgeous penis, the same one that was inside of me when we created a new life together. Perfection!
    I know what I need. I need him inside of my mouth. Craving this new level of intimacy, I need to taste the essence of my husband.
    I tap his thigh indicating that I want him to lie down. He does, but wrinkles his brow in confusion. I kneel over him and bend down taking him into my mouth, and suck as if I’m starving. I cup his heavy balls in my other hand, feeling how warm they are. “Fuck, Charlie, what are you doing to me?” he growls.
    I ignore him, taking him deeper down my throat than I ever have before. My cheeks hollow, and my throat swallows around him.
    His moans spur me on, making me ache to have him filling me again, but I don’t dare quit. My power over him is hedonistic.
    He reaches down and grabs my head, trying to make me stop as I feel his balls tighten up against his body. “No,” he says, in a voice that says he really doesn’t know if he means for me to actually quit.
    All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t get me to remove him from my mouth. I want his come. I want to taste him. I want to swallow it. I’m starving for it. This is definitely the pregnancy hormones talking.
    He grips my hair, tugging painfully, and says, “I’m going to come, Charlie.” His voice is so authoritative that it almost makes me pause for a second.
    That’s what I want.
    When the first spurt hits the back of my throat, I hollow out my cheeks even more, longing for every drop.
    I only stop when he pleads through gritted teeth, and with graveled voice, “You’re hurting me baby,” he says as he taps my head.
    I’m not sated yet. Standing up without looking back at him, I walk through our bathroom and into the bedroom. I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pull out my favorite toy. It’s my vibrator with a rabbit clit-stimulator. Yup! It’ll do , I decide.
    Colin walks into the bedroom just as I’m turning on my toy and shoving it not so gingerly inside of me.  “Care to help?” I ask as he stares at me like I’m an escaped psych-ward patient.
    “What is wrong with you?” He’s in all his naked glory while his semi-firm penis flops against the inside of his toned thigh. He doesn’t say it like he’s concerned for my safety. Poor Colin is clearly confused as to what to do with me.
    Ignoring him, I close my eyes, concentrating on how good the vibrations feel inside. This is what I need to find my release.
    I guess Colin decides if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, because I feel him slip his large hand around the base of the BOB, replacing my grip. “Is this what you need, baby?” he asks with a concern-etched voice.
    I moan as I