The Surrogate

Together

Tuesday April 12th, Switzerland.

Holding his weight on his arms, with his palms pressing into the soft mattress and his slightly sweaty torso up above her burgeoning baby bump, Seb looks heavenly.

Her right ankle is up on his left shoulder, he's going deep but keeping his movements steady, not going too hard into her in case he causes her discomfort and every so often he'll slow right down to check on her, even though the angelic sounds she's making is telling him that he's giving her nothing but exquisite pleasure.

He slows once more and smiles down at her; it's a cocky grin, his tongue catching on his canine tooth, his eyes vibrant and glowing with lust. "Ok?" he asks, almost breathlessly.

Below him she looks stunningly beautiful in every way possible. Hair dark hair is framing her face, strewn in wild patterns all over the pillow, her cheeks are flushed pink as if someone's just pinched them and her lips look slightly swollen from all their earlier kisses and from all the time she's spent biting on her bottom lip. Her body is dewy with sweat, a few tiny droplets adorning her hairline and glittering softly between her breasts while his own face is flushed too and he directs a puff of air upwards from his lips to try and move a few annoying strands of hair from his forehead.

With a couple of skilful rolls of his hips, she moans out her reply, "what do you think?"

"Say if I hurt you," he ends with a moan of his own as he feels her squeeze his dick inside her. Considering she's birthed four babies (five if you include Imogen), she's obviously worked hard on her pelvic floor muscles because he just loves the way she'll tighten around him.

"No need to check, unless you're going for delayed gratification," she teases him, feeling her insides clench as he turns his head to kiss the inside of her lower leg.

"Delayed gratification, hmm," he hums, then licks his lips and briefly raises his brows, "I like the sound of that."

Her hands fly up to grip his arms, just below his elbows as his dick skilfully strokes the sensitive spot inside her, making her gasp and then moan out, "well I don't and I need to cum."

"Bossy lady," he smirks and playfully nips at her leg before resuming his pace, throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling and groan as he feels those tell tale signs of his climax approaching.

She admires his beautiful jawline, decorated with almost two weeks worth of beard growth and then his gorgeous, strong neck where she wants to bite gently on his Adam's apple and then decorate his collarbone with love bites. He'll even look even more stunning when he's marked up and people know he's spoken for. In the midst of the sparkles tingling up and down her spine and the heat of her orgasm building quickly inside her, she wants to giggle at herself for her possessive thought.

Then he looks down at her again, his gorgeous eyes capturing her own, his lips curved into a doting, loving smile until he gets hit by a jolt of pleasure that's as intense as a lightening strike. It makes him bite down hard on his bottom lip and stifle a loud groan that ends up sounding more like a suppressed growl and his body briefly overtakes him, his hips suddenly giving her a few harsh thrusts that he can't control.

In a snap decision, he suddenly pulls out from her and her eyes widen and she gives him a displeased whine in response.

He says nothing to her but carefully and quickly manoeuvres her into a different position, this time laying on her side. She knows what to do and she brings her knees up a little to give him enough room and he's soon laying on his side behind her, guiding himself back into her.

Holding firmly on to her hip he begins to move again, this time harder and rougher. Because her body isn't as open to him, she feels tighter and in return for her, she can feel even more of him. It's a perfect heady mix of stretch and friction with a touch of pain where his fingers are digging in to her flesh.