Sweet Little Memories
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Panic gripped me as a startled cry jerked me from my sleep and my eyes snapped back open.
Beulah was sitting up looking down at me with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream. I just woke up and someone was behind me. It scared me. Go back to sleep,” she whispered after dropping her hand from her mouth.
I reached up and pulled her down to me with the hand she wasn’t currently sitting on. She came down over me willingly. Her lips met mine softly and the dream was forgotten. I no longer remembered the exact specifics or where I had been in the dream. It wasn’t important. This was.
Beulah shifted until half her body was covering mine. Her soft skin felt like silk. My hands slid under the T-shirt she was sleeping in and I found her naked underneath. I wasn’t sleepy anymore.
“Go back to sleep,” she said breaking the kiss.
“Don’t want to,” I replied and began kissing a trail down her neck and toward her collarbone.
“You got in late,” she argued, but her voice hitched as I took a small bite of her neck.
“I got in about an hour ago,” I told her.
“Stone! You need to get sleep,” she said as her hands tried to push me away. I slid a hand between her legs and found her wet. She jerked against my hand and cried out softly.
“Let me decide what I need.” I smiled at her response as I continued to tease her already aroused body.
Her breathing deepened and her head fell forward on my chest. Sounds similar to that of a kitten came from her as I ran a finger across her slit then slipped it inside her tight hole. Her vaginal walls squeezed it and my dick twitched in response. It wanted to be where my finger was. I didn’t blame it.
Lifting a knee, I spread her legs and pulled her over me completely while moving her entrance to hoover over my now erect cock. “Sit on it,” I demanded.
She was done arguing about my sleep. Her hands found my shoulders as she balanced her body then dropped her bottom until she found the connection we both were waiting for. I expected her to ease it in but she surprised me and dropped down hard on me taking it with one thrust.
“God!” she cried and her head was thrown back as if she’d been craving this for years.
“Take it,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lids were heavy and her mouth slightly open. Flushed cheeks and a touch of wildness was in her gaze. She liked the idea of being in control. I rarely gave her that when it came to sex, but seeing her above me like this was so damn exciting I couldn’t figure out why.
My hands were under her shirt grasping her waist. She reached for the hem and pulled it up and over her head leaving her bare on top of me. Unable to look away I was entranced by the sight of her naked body as she began to bounce on my dick.
Each sway and jiggle of her breasts paired my visual stimulation with the feeling of my cock getting squeezed and soaked by her silken pussy. Thankful for the birth control, I groaned knowing she needed to get off soon because I was going to shoot a load in her real damn fast with her beautiful tits in front of me.
Her panting grew louder and her breasts bounced higher. Hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the nipples before she threw her head back once again. She was lost in the build toward her climax. Her vagina was quivering as she neared the summit.
I needed her to fucking hurry. I was almost there.
Using my fingers, I ran the pad of my thumb over her clit and she shouted out my name before she slammed down on me. I saw her body jerk and begin to tremble.
Taking her hips, I gripped them hard and held her there on me. “Fuck!” Lifting my hips, I kept my eyes locked on her and heard myself mumbling gibberish as I filled her with my own release. Her thighs were sweaty against mine as she squeezed and took it all. Every ounce. Her hair had fallen down to brush my chest as she gasped for breath. She let her head hang forward, spent.
My fears, concerns, and whatever reasons I felt I had to get back here to her were now eased. She didn’t feel like a woman slipping away from me.
She climbed off me and bent down to press a kiss to my mouth. “That was a nice way to wake up.” She grinned shyly.
“Hell yeah, it is. Want to go back to sleep and do it again before you have to get up?”
She giggled and walked toward the bathroom. I watched her go thinking this was going to be okay. I could keep it all handled. I didn’t have to let go of one to have the other. She wanted me to get Wills too. She was on my side. My insecurities were deep rooted and I had to stop letting them get the best of me. Beulah was nothing like my mother.
Beulah
SIX DAYS AFTER STONE’S RETURN, Hilda still hadn’t come back. He wasn’t talking about it, but I knew her not being here was concerning him. He needed Hilda to face the custody of Wills. She knew that. I hated to see the tension and stress in his eyes. The scowl that I caught him with when he was thinking made me worry about everything too. I knew he wasn’t telling me all of it. I only got bits and pieces.
Hilda hadn’t called or returned his calls. He had shared that with me last night. Preparing to fight this without her was his next step, but I suggested he fly to Chicago to talk to her. He didn’t think it would help. She was only after whatever got her attention. This wasn’t about Wills for her. She’d made that obvious with her actions.
Our sex wasn’t hindered by any of this. Selfishly, I was thankful. I woke up several times about to orgasm. My body was doing crazy things. I wanted sex all the time. It was as if the simple act of walking stimulated me so much I began to ache for release. Stone was accommodating and didn’t seem concerned with my new nymphomaniac tendencies. I knew they had to be caused by my pregnancy.
I’d enjoyed sex with him before. Loved it. But this was different. I just needed to get off. It sounded unromantic and honestly at times it was. Sex was all my body seemed to want. Not the sweetness that I had wanted before. I was aching to be used. My face flushed from even thinking about it.
Standing in the bathroom I stared at my body in the mirror. My breasts were tender. So much so that brushing against them made me tingle between my legs. That was new. They also ached from just being touched by a bra. I’d gone without one a couple days in a row thinking it would help but all it had really done was stimulated me further from my shirt constantly teasing them.
I squeezed my legs together and the tenderness down there wasn’t just because I was constantly asking to be fucked, but because it felt more sensitive too. I had googled both things and apparently it was normal and expected. Most men enjoyed this part of the pregnancy with their wives or girlfriends. Stone didn’t even realize he was enjoying that exactly. To him we were just going at it like maniacs because we could.
Beulah was sitting up looking down at me with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream. I just woke up and someone was behind me. It scared me. Go back to sleep,” she whispered after dropping her hand from her mouth.
I reached up and pulled her down to me with the hand she wasn’t currently sitting on. She came down over me willingly. Her lips met mine softly and the dream was forgotten. I no longer remembered the exact specifics or where I had been in the dream. It wasn’t important. This was.
Beulah shifted until half her body was covering mine. Her soft skin felt like silk. My hands slid under the T-shirt she was sleeping in and I found her naked underneath. I wasn’t sleepy anymore.
“Go back to sleep,” she said breaking the kiss.
“Don’t want to,” I replied and began kissing a trail down her neck and toward her collarbone.
“You got in late,” she argued, but her voice hitched as I took a small bite of her neck.
“I got in about an hour ago,” I told her.
“Stone! You need to get sleep,” she said as her hands tried to push me away. I slid a hand between her legs and found her wet. She jerked against my hand and cried out softly.
“Let me decide what I need.” I smiled at her response as I continued to tease her already aroused body.
Her breathing deepened and her head fell forward on my chest. Sounds similar to that of a kitten came from her as I ran a finger across her slit then slipped it inside her tight hole. Her vaginal walls squeezed it and my dick twitched in response. It wanted to be where my finger was. I didn’t blame it.
Lifting a knee, I spread her legs and pulled her over me completely while moving her entrance to hoover over my now erect cock. “Sit on it,” I demanded.
She was done arguing about my sleep. Her hands found my shoulders as she balanced her body then dropped her bottom until she found the connection we both were waiting for. I expected her to ease it in but she surprised me and dropped down hard on me taking it with one thrust.
“God!” she cried and her head was thrown back as if she’d been craving this for years.
“Take it,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lids were heavy and her mouth slightly open. Flushed cheeks and a touch of wildness was in her gaze. She liked the idea of being in control. I rarely gave her that when it came to sex, but seeing her above me like this was so damn exciting I couldn’t figure out why.
My hands were under her shirt grasping her waist. She reached for the hem and pulled it up and over her head leaving her bare on top of me. Unable to look away I was entranced by the sight of her naked body as she began to bounce on my dick.
Each sway and jiggle of her breasts paired my visual stimulation with the feeling of my cock getting squeezed and soaked by her silken pussy. Thankful for the birth control, I groaned knowing she needed to get off soon because I was going to shoot a load in her real damn fast with her beautiful tits in front of me.
Her panting grew louder and her breasts bounced higher. Hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the nipples before she threw her head back once again. She was lost in the build toward her climax. Her vagina was quivering as she neared the summit.
I needed her to fucking hurry. I was almost there.
Using my fingers, I ran the pad of my thumb over her clit and she shouted out my name before she slammed down on me. I saw her body jerk and begin to tremble.
Taking her hips, I gripped them hard and held her there on me. “Fuck!” Lifting my hips, I kept my eyes locked on her and heard myself mumbling gibberish as I filled her with my own release. Her thighs were sweaty against mine as she squeezed and took it all. Every ounce. Her hair had fallen down to brush my chest as she gasped for breath. She let her head hang forward, spent.
My fears, concerns, and whatever reasons I felt I had to get back here to her were now eased. She didn’t feel like a woman slipping away from me.
She climbed off me and bent down to press a kiss to my mouth. “That was a nice way to wake up.” She grinned shyly.
“Hell yeah, it is. Want to go back to sleep and do it again before you have to get up?”
She giggled and walked toward the bathroom. I watched her go thinking this was going to be okay. I could keep it all handled. I didn’t have to let go of one to have the other. She wanted me to get Wills too. She was on my side. My insecurities were deep rooted and I had to stop letting them get the best of me. Beulah was nothing like my mother.
Beulah
SIX DAYS AFTER STONE’S RETURN, Hilda still hadn’t come back. He wasn’t talking about it, but I knew her not being here was concerning him. He needed Hilda to face the custody of Wills. She knew that. I hated to see the tension and stress in his eyes. The scowl that I caught him with when he was thinking made me worry about everything too. I knew he wasn’t telling me all of it. I only got bits and pieces.
Hilda hadn’t called or returned his calls. He had shared that with me last night. Preparing to fight this without her was his next step, but I suggested he fly to Chicago to talk to her. He didn’t think it would help. She was only after whatever got her attention. This wasn’t about Wills for her. She’d made that obvious with her actions.
Our sex wasn’t hindered by any of this. Selfishly, I was thankful. I woke up several times about to orgasm. My body was doing crazy things. I wanted sex all the time. It was as if the simple act of walking stimulated me so much I began to ache for release. Stone was accommodating and didn’t seem concerned with my new nymphomaniac tendencies. I knew they had to be caused by my pregnancy.
I’d enjoyed sex with him before. Loved it. But this was different. I just needed to get off. It sounded unromantic and honestly at times it was. Sex was all my body seemed to want. Not the sweetness that I had wanted before. I was aching to be used. My face flushed from even thinking about it.
Standing in the bathroom I stared at my body in the mirror. My breasts were tender. So much so that brushing against them made me tingle between my legs. That was new. They also ached from just being touched by a bra. I’d gone without one a couple days in a row thinking it would help but all it had really done was stimulated me further from my shirt constantly teasing them.
I squeezed my legs together and the tenderness down there wasn’t just because I was constantly asking to be fucked, but because it felt more sensitive too. I had googled both things and apparently it was normal and expected. Most men enjoyed this part of the pregnancy with their wives or girlfriends. Stone didn’t even realize he was enjoying that exactly. To him we were just going at it like maniacs because we could.
