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“Seth,” she
groaned, sliding her hand past her inordinately large belly until she found her
own clit. “Seth, please, I want you to move.”

He kept
fondling one of her nipples, but his body was completely still behind her. He breathed
rapidly against her neck. “Give me a minute,” he forced out, and she wondered
how hard an admission that had been for him to make.

Erin felt for
him. She really did. He seemed to be hanging on to his control by a thread. And
there was something exhilarating about the knowledge that it was desire for
her
that had gotten him to that point.

But her body had
a will of its own, and it couldn't wait anymore. She rubbed at her clit, the
pressure causing her pussy to tighten around his hard cock, and then she
started to pump her hips back toward him.

The slight
friction of his shifting inside her in combination with the sensations at her
breast and her clit caused Erin’s lust to leap forward, coalescing into a newly
cresting climax.

“Erin. Not too
fast.” He didn’t try to stop her though, but instead let her ride him as best
she could. Maybe he’d realized, after last time, that once she started she
couldn’t be stopped.

“Sorry,” she
mumbled, her body jerking against him and the exquisite pressure deepening
until it was almost unbearable. “Can’t help...Oh, God, yeah, Seth, yeah.”

She was doing
most of the work, although he’d started to adjust his body to match the urgent,
confined, little pumps she made with her hips.

He was still
fumbling at her nipple, and the touch sent sharp tugs of pleasure down to the
building pleasure at her center. She rubbed at her clit desperately, feeling Seth’s
cock hitting inside her in a way that caused her to gasp with involuntary need.

She squeezed
her eyes shut and rocked against him as much as she could, pushing hard on her
clit, since that was the primary source of her present stimulation.

“Fuck, Erin,” Seth
grunted. “Can you come? I don’t know if I can—”

“Yeah,” she cried
out, her voice shrill and embarrassing. “Uh huh, yeah.”

“Fuck,” Seth
bit out again, suddenly breaking into a series of short, rapid thrusts.

The additional
speed and friction was all Erin needed for her pleasure to peak. She came,
whimpering out something incoherent and curling her fingers and toes.

“God,” she
gasped, as her body finally started to relax again. “Oh, God. That was good. Oh,
God. Thanks.”

Seth had
stifled a sound as her inner muscles clamped down around his cock, but he’d
managed to hold it together. He was still hard as he slid out of her all the
way, obviously still trying to keep from losing control. He was tense and hot
behind her, and she felt him moving around—wondered if he was checking the
condom. His breath was coming out in quick pants that ruffled her hair. "You
mostly have yourself to thank for that one,” he admitted. “You do pretty well
on your own.”

Erin felt
ridiculously pleased, although she wasn’t sure if it was entirely a compliment.
“You do pretty well too. I just sometimes have trouble being patient.”

He chuckled
faintly, and she loved the way his amusement shook his body behind her. “Patience
doesn’t seem to be one of your virtues,” he agreed, although she could tell
from his voice that he was teasing. He nudged her again with the tip of his
cock, and soon he’d sheathed himself in her pussy again. “But, if you’ll give
me a minute now, then maybe I can do a little of the work myself.”

Erin’s second
climax had given her a little leeway as far as her urgency went, so she forced
herself to lay still and enjoy the occasional shudders from her orgasm and the
feel of Seth’s hard flesh tighter than ever inside her.

After a minute,
he began stroking her body again, his hand sliding its way from her pelvis to
her stomach to her breasts.

Erin squirmed
back against him. “Seth, if you’re going to do that, you’d better be ready to—”

“I’m ready.” His
voice in her ear was husky. “But let’s go a little slower this time.”

Erin reached
behind her to cling to Seth’s shoulder. “I don’t like to go slow.”

“I know,” he
murmured, kissing her neck with uncharacteristic tenderness. “But, I guarantee it’ll
be better if we go slow.”

“What about all
of that famous Seth Thomas control?”

“It seems to
have deserted me at the most inconvenient moment.”

Erin looked at
him over her shoulder. “I don’t mind,” she said. “I’ve never been a fan of
excessive control.”

 “Why doesn’t
that surprise me?” He shifted slightly and his hand settled on her belly. “But
the lack of control would be counterproductive in this particular instance. We’re
supposed to be taking care of your needs, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Erin
allowed, feeling strangely shy for some unaccountable reason. “But maybe we can
tackle your needs at the same time.”

His hand slid
up over her breasts and then to her face, and he pushed some of the damp hair
off her cheeks. “Very kind of you, but
my
needs aren't something you
want to fully tackle.”

Before she
could fully process the implications of what he’d said, he drew his pelvis back
to thrust into her slowly.

She sighed in
pleasure and stretched against him. Then moaned a little as he continued a
rhythm of slow, gentle thrusts.

It felt lovely,
but she wasn’t going to come just from this, so she started to move her hand
back into position.

Seth’s hand
beat her there.

She stiffened
when she felt two of his fingers press into her clit.

“I usually do
it myself,” she explained breathlessly, feeling the shuddering pleasure from
the pressure of his fingers.

“I know.” He
kissed the side of her neck again. “But I thought maybe you could use a break.”

“I’m fine
doing—”

“You might be
surprised by how good it is if you’ll let me.”

“Okay.” She
relaxed and let him caress her as he continued to thrust.

Then she groaned,
low and long, as the sensations from the stimulation of her clit combined with
the way he was moving inside her.

She lowered her
hand to cover his, pressing into it intentionally to show him what she liked.

He followed her
lead without question, and she moaned again as she withdrew her hand.

“Good,” he
murmured. “Just let me please you.”

She was
concentrating on breathing, trying to let the sensations overtake her rather
than grasping at them desperately the way she usually did. It was harder than
she expected, since everything was feeling so good.

Seth started to
pant behind her, but he kept his motion slow and steady, his cock sliding wetly
inside her and generating luscious, torturous friction.

Soon, Erin had
trouble staying patient. “God,” she gasped, flailing wildly until she reached
up to grab onto her headboard. “Seth, it’s so good. I need…I need…”

She didn’t know
what she needed. Hung on desperately as the sensations washed over her,
completely out of her control.

“Yes, Erin. So
good.” Seth massaged her clit with focused coordination, and his thick voice was
just as erotic. “Just like that.”

Erin arched
against him dramatically, her swollen breasts and belly feeling like they were
throbbing on her body. She forced herself not to jerk her hips. Breathed
urgently and clutched at the headboard as he pumped into her. “Oh, God, oh, God,”
she mumbled, compelled by the most exquisite frustration she’d ever
experienced. “Seth, I can’t...”

Her pelvis gave
a few involuntary pumps backward, but she made herself slow down to meet the
steady motion of his thrusts. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, “you can. God, you feel
so good.”

She whimpered
with the effort it took to hold back herself back as she felt an orgasm growing—powerful
and profoundly slow.

After a couple
of minutes, Erin was no longer whimpering. Her entire body shook with
anticipation, and she choked out silly, frantic sounds. “Oh, God, Seth, make me
come. Seth!”

She was so
close now, could taste it. Knew it would be so good, so rich, so overwhelming.

“That’s right,”
he said, thickly now as his body tightened behind her. “Erin, you’re close now.”

“Uh huh.” She
could feel the pressure finally reaching its limit. “Now, Seth! Please!”

“Fuck, Erin,” Seth
rasped, his body shaking with effort now too. “So good. Come, baby, come.”

She came with
an uninhibited cry, pleasure shuddering through her, and Seth let out a roar of
his own in response.

He’d been so
controlled for so long, however, that he couldn’t come immediately. As Erin
gasped in the wake of her orgasm, Seth moved his hand from her clit and lifted
her upper thigh higher until her leg was bent up, allowing him to sink in a
little deeper.

He let himself
go, changing his thrusts from slow and steady to rapid and jerky. He grunted
animalistically as he fucked her, and Erin kept whimpering in pleasure as the
motion inside her extended the ripples of her orgasm.

“Seth,” she
breathed. “Good, good. You come too.”

“Yes.” His
voice was breathless and his rhythm choppy.

Seeing and
hearing him so uncontrolled was almost as thrilling as her own pleasure. Erin
reached behind her thighs until her hand found and closed around his balls.

“Fuck,” he
grunted, as she squeezed once very lightly. He was pushing more than thrusting
now, and Erin knew he was right on the edge.

So she squeezed
again, harder this time.

He froze. Then
his whole body throbbed, from his cock to his hands on her flesh. He choked on
an incoherent sound as he fell into release.

She couldn't
see his face very well, but she
felt
the transformation in him at the
moment of his climax.

Then he finally
relaxed behind her. Took in full breaths.

And Erin felt
strangely safe and satisfied at the feel of his hot, pliant body behind her.

Even more so
when he draped an arm around her and settled his palm on the crest of her
belly, which was fully exposed because her chemise was riding up to just below
her breasts.

But she wasn’t
muddled enough to lose her mind completely. “The condom.”

He nodded
silently—she felt the motion against her hair—and gently pulled out of her. Then
went to dispose of the condom.

When he’d done
that, without speaking, he got back into bed and moved into the same position,
spooning her from behind.

This time,
there was none of the need and urgency, and Erin felt a softening in her chest
at the comfort the gesture provided. Knew she shouldn’t learn to expect it or
depend on it too much, but she figured it was safe enough to enjoy it while she
could.

She was on her
own. She knew that to be true, and she didn’t mind most of the time. It was one
of her strongholds, after all.

But sometimes
it felt nice...not to be alone.

She began to
feel a little uncomfortable from her reactions to Seth’s spooning, so she
turned instinctively to irony, her old friend. “I feel like I’ve run a
marathon. Having sex when you’re pregnant is exhausting.”

Seth chuckled
faintly. “Having sex with
you
is exhausting, pregnant or not.”

She giggled and
wondered if it was true. She’d always considered herself pretty good in bed,
but it was only recently that she’d become insatiable.

Then she sighed
in pleasure as he began to leisurely stroke her belly.

“Quite
remarkably big, isn’t it?” she teased.

“Indeed.” His
hand skimmed over her bellybutton, which had popped out a couple of weeks ago.

Just then, she
felt a couple of little flutters in her stomach. Then a firm kick.

Seth grew tense
behind her.

“Did you feel
that?” she asked lightly, wondering how he’d react to such an experience, since
he was not a sentimental man.

He didn’t
answer. Just pressed his hand against her belly more firmly.

Erin felt
strangely confused, so she kept talking casually. “She seems to have woken up,
and she’s gotten restless. I think she was asleep before.”

“Was she?” His
voice was impersonal and unrevealing.

“Yeah. She has
a schedule, you know.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah,” she
said again. “Sometimes she’s awake and moving around a lot. And then sometimes
she’s asleep. Let me tell you, it’s a very strange thing to keep up with.”

Seth’s hand
started moving again, gently stroking over the heavy curve and tight skin of
her abdomen, skimming over her protruding bellybutton. “I would imagine so.”

“Particularly
for a woman as unmaternal as I am,” she added, shifting a little and feeling
very strange in her belly—this time, the feelings not caused by carrying her
daughter.

Something in Seth’s
voice changed. “What does that mean?”

Erin shrugged
and wished she hadn’t brought the topic up at all. “I just mean, I’ve never
been one of those women who coo and get mushy over kids. I basically know
nothing about babies and never even wanted one. So trying to get used to things
is kind of hard for me.”

Seth’s hand had
settled over her bellybutton, and he was playing with it unconsciously. “Well,
I don’t know any more than you do, but I think you’re doing pretty well, considering.”

Erin felt
herself smiling, more pleased by Seth’s idle, qualified compliment than she
would be at gushing praise from anyone else. Feeling particularly benevolent,
she replied, “You’re doing pretty well too.” She glanced behind her at Seth’s
unrevealing face. “Considering.”

He gave a huff
of laughter and didn’t respond.

After a few
minutes, Erin realized that he was still fondling her stupid bellybutton. He
didn’t appear to recognize what he was doing, since she was pretty sure he was
lost in his own thoughts.