His Biggest Fan

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

His head rests on my breast, and his arm is wrapped around me.  My fingers run through his soft hair, and we just lie like this for a moment.  We are both tired from our love making, and I'm just enjoying this moment with my husband in my arms.  Making love to him just went to a whole new level.

      "Baby, promise you'll never leave me."  He whispers and kisses my pregnant stomach.

      "I promise my love."  I whisper.

      "I can hear your heart beating."  He murmurs as he presses his ear to my chest.

      "It beats for you my love."  I whisper and breathe.

      He caresses my belly with his fingers and the baby moves, "he always moves when I touch him."  He murmurs. 

      He raises his head to look at me, "I want him to look like you."  He says smiling.

      I stare at him, "No, he is going to look exactly like you."  I say half smiling.

      He smirks, "you think?" 

      "I know."  I say.

      Ian comes to lie beside me with his head on his elbow, "I want to remember this night forever."  He says as he gazes into my eyes.

      "Me too, I don't want this night to end."  I stare up at him.

      He lays his head on the pillow and I begin to kiss his neck.  "Husband, you taste so good."  I murmur into his neck.

      I run my nose smelling his jawline all the way to his neck and shoulders.  He smells divine.  I spread small kisses from his chin to his jaw and up his face ending with his lips.  I move slightly on top of him to have better access to his chest.  I run my soft lips down to his chest as he gives out small groans.

      With a smile on my lips, I rest my chin on his stomach and stare up at him, my hazel eyes meeting his sparkling grey ones. He watches me for a few moments, his free hand tangling his fingers freely and shamelessly into my hair. That smile finds its way back up to his lips, lighting his features, giving off this glow that I wish I could stare at for the rest of my life. It was so captivating. He was so breathtakingly beautiful.

      I felt his erection hard and big against my belly.  I slowly get on top of him, open my legs wide and grab his hard member and rest it on the entrance of my sex.  His eyes are wide with excitement and his lips are parted with anticipation.  I slowly sink myself until he's in me.  I begin to move up and down slowly.

      A groan rumbled in his throat as my tiny muscles worked to accommodate him. I gazed at him, reveling at the strange yet familiar feeling of him inside me. I lift my hips, nearly withdrawing from him and then sink deep again. I cry out, my nails digging into his chest as my body tensed. I could feel that he was trying to be patient and gentle.  His muscles were quivering with the effort of restraint.  He started to move his hips upward as I moved inward.  I can feel him more in me, the pleasure was intense. 

      We answered each other's wordless demands with an arch of the hips and a heated kiss to the skin, beaded with perspiration. We fought for control, forced each other to submit, and constantly looked for a chance to dominate. 

      And as I moved faster on top of him, he lifts himself and puts his arms around me.   His fingers tenderly brushed the hair out of my face and his mouth swallowed my cries of pleasure. A faint sheen of sweat dusted his skin. I gripped his biceps as they caged my body, my back arching. My hips matched his, thrust for thrust, and the pressure within me built to painful heights. We stared into each other's eyes even as he tensed beneath me.