Chapter 20 DIGG

Feeling the firm swell of baby bump against my stomach should slow me down, but it has the opposite effect. It was just this morning I realized I had to let go of my hang-ups about sex, because my Frankie needed more from me. Of course, the day I finally decide to get over my shit and claim my woman completely, everything goes up like a dumpster file behind a hairspray factory.

Charm says she's got the green light for sex, though. Even better, he says the exercise involved in gentle sex can actually help alleviate symptoms. So yeah, we probably won't be attempting any acrobatic swinging-from-the-ceiling-fan sex, but if she wants me, she can have me. All of me.

"Arlo," she whispers against my lips. Just that one word. My name. Two syllables in that wet-dream voice have my balls cinching up tight and my tip wet with precum.

"Fuck, Cuteness. I'll never last." We haven't spoken about my hang-ups, and I'm realizing now there's a strong chance I'll disappoint Frankie. I resolve not to do that. Whatever it takes.

I roll to my back and pull her with me until her legs fall to either side of my hips. The weight of her on my lap helps stave off the orgasm that wants to embarrass me. Then she shifts to sit up, and the rock of her luscious ass over my painfully hard dick sends me right back to the edge again.

"Sit still, Francesca, or this will be over too fast."

"Then hurry up!" she grouses impatiently.

Our hands tangle as we both reach for the hem of the T-shirt she's borrowed from me. Even with her rounded baby belly, the shirt is enormous on her. As soon as it's over her head, I reach behind her to unfasten the soft cotton bra and watch as her breasts tumble free.

I pull the firm knot at the center of one pebbled areola into my mouth and suckle until my cheek hollow and her back bows. Lately, in the morning, when she touches herself, she's been playing with her beautiful tits more. The sounds she makes when squeezing her nipples gets me hotter than I imagined was possible, so I know they're getting more sensitive.

All these weeks of listening to her pleasure herself have given me an advantage that will make up for my lack of practical experience. I've made and art of studying Francesca Holt's orgasm cues.

"Yes, oh Arlo, yes, do that!" she moans and writhes on my lap. I keep working her tit with my mouth, switching between them and using the momentum to work her leggings down while she rocks side to side to feed her nipples to me.

The damned pants only go so far down before the spread of her thighs over my hips stops them. Frustrated, I grab the center seam and pull until they tear apart. As much as I want her naked, this time, I don't have the patience for it.

"Tell me if anything hurts," I tell her.

Frankie nods and drops her hand to fumble with my belt. As soon as the leather clears the buckle, I'm tearing at the buttons and fishing out my cock. I don't bother pushing my jeans off my hips, and Frankie doesn't seem to care. The instant my dick is pointing to the ceiling, she raises to her knees and reaches to guide it to her drenched opening.

All the experience in the world couldn't have prepared me for the perfection of feeling her cunt clasp around me like a vise. And for the first time in my life, I'm glad for the trauma that made me so opposed to finding a random woman and fucking away my inexperience. I'm thankful for all the shit I went through that led me to this perfect woman and this perfect moment.

"Arlo, Arlo, Arlo!" Frankie chants each time she rises from my lap only to plunge back down. She rides me like she's going for broke, and as much as I want this to last forever, it's just not in the cards this time.

The sensation of cum volcanoes up seemingly from my toes straight out my throbbing tip to blast as deep inside her as it can go. Without warning or preparation. Just every drop of me flooding into her body like a tide breeching a sandbagged coastline.

Sated, my muscles want to turn into goo, but my brain hangs up on the sounds Frankie makes. Her hips still move in tiny, disjointed thrusts to rub her hard little clit against the base of my dick. Her whimpers are sexy as fuck, but they aren't the contented mewls my woman makes when she's cum drunk.

I lift her off me and carefully topple her to her side. Wordlessly, Frankie's eyes plead with me not to stop. I don't. Instead of cock, I give her my fingers and my mouth, twisting until I can wedge my head between her legs to lap at the messy mixture of my cum and her juices.

"Oh, oh I'm going to… Ahh!" she screams and comes, her body tightening and shaking before melting into the bed.

I pull Frankie against me and curl her body into mine. There are at least a dozen bullshit tasks that need to be handled in the wake of all the fuckery that took place today. For once, I'm not handling any of it. I'm going to stay right here in this bed with my woman in my arms and let my brothers handle things.