fingers finally penetrated her heat, she moaned and closed her eyes.
It had been far, far too long.
Almost immediately, William’s fingers started pumping in and out of her tight core. His suckling increased, both in intensity and in rapidity. Josephine was shocked to find herself arching up into his mouth, thrusting her hips deeper and deeper onto his long, smooth fingers.
“Are you sure this is safe for the baby?” William muttered against her breast.
“Yeah, sex is fine up to the last month. Surely your brother gloated right until the end?”
Josephine didn’t hear exactly what William muttered, but hearing “cocky bastard” gave her the flavor of his reply.
After a few moments of feeling the deep penetration of his fingers, of lifting herself into the nibbling caress of his lips, Josephine cried out from the aching loss of his fingers in her core and his mouth from her breast.
William quickly returned his mouth to hers, murmuring against her kiss-softened lips, “Don’t fret dear, we’ll take this slowly. I promise.”
When Josephine was about to insist she didn’t want to take this slowly or delicately, she felt the very tip of William’s cock sit at the entrance to her pussy. With her lips pressed tightly against his, and the very tip of his head inside her, Josephine felt as if she had finally arrived home.
She didn’t need to hide, or pretend anymore. Even with Adam, she had kept a part of herself hidden away…her worry, her fear. But here, with William at her mouth and pussy, she could open wide her heart and soul, finally able to relax and feel safe.
As William licked and sucked at her mouth, the tip of his hard and heavy cock gently moved mere inches in and out. As hot and aroused as she was, electric currents of desire came with each movement they made. As the seconds ticked by, inch by slow inch, she felt William fill her up as she longed for. When he finally penetrated her to the hilt, they both groaned with the bliss of that full feeling only his length and thickness seemed to bring.
Josephine could feel William shaking in his effort to hold back his thrusts. He was so gentle it was driving her nuts. She was creaming unbelievably, and so ready for him she felt on the knife-edge of an orgasm. Yet his shallow, gentle thrusts were frustrating her more than relieving the ache she felt deep inside her gut.
As William continued to thrust shallowly within her, Josephine knew she couldn’t take much more of this sweet lovemaking. She needed a raw, hard fucking, and she thought William wouldn’t object to it if he were driven there himself.
Reluctantly pulling her lips away from his, even just for this moment, she gently bit down on his earlobe, hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to hurt.
“I won’t break, and I promise you won’t hurt the kids. Haven’t you fantasized over these last months of fucking me hard and deep? Of pressing yourself into me right to the balls? Of holding me tight against this wall as the heat of the shower pours down on us both, the steam enveloping us, as you ram yourself into me over and over? Please fuck me hard, lover, I promise we’ll both enjoy it.”
The strangled sound that emanated from William brought an unholy grin of joy to her face. For a moment, she turned her face up to stare into heat and lust-filled, dark blue eyes, and then her lips were being crushed. Closing her eyes in bliss against the force of his passion, Josephine felt William withdraw once from her body, and then slam back into her. He used more force than he previously did, but she could tell he still held himself slightly in check.
The strange mix of rough and gentle spurred her on as nothing else could have. William was not being soft anymore, he gave her the force she desired, yet still restrained himself for the sake of their children. A strange warmth blossomed in her chest. Josephine closed her eyes and tried just to enjoy the moment.
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