I heard him squeeze out more lotion and warm it in his hands. The anticipation of where he would put it next was overwhelming. He massaged up and down the front side of my body, giving each area the same treatment that he had given my breasts, starting with the warmed lotion, then the gentle pulsing of the vibrator. He had been everywhere on my body, except the one spot that craved him the most. I was so completely turned on by all of this stimulation, that one quick swipe of any part of him across my clit would likely have me coming apart at the seams.

When he turned his focus to the inside of my upper thighs, I considered screaming for mercy. The torture of it was divine. I was lying spread-eagled before him, completely brazen and unconcerned about it. He let the vibrator glide up and down the upper half of my legs, coming achingly close to my core, but never quite reaching it. I lifted my hips off the bed, desperate for release. My head turned from side to side.

After he turned off the vibrator, the silence was deafening. All I could hear were my own frantic breaths. When he trailed his lips and tongue along the path the vibrator had taken, I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Please.” The word came out as a desperate plea. The stubble on his cheek lightly grazed the tender skin of my inner thigh, adding yet another sensation. This time, he didn’t stop just short of where I wanted him. This time, he buried his head at my center and flicked his tongue across me.

The pleasure swept through me in a wave. I tilted my head back, mouth open as the convulsions of ecstasy coursed through me. Sam reared up and plunged his cock deep into me as I came. We both cried out as the pulses continued. He slid in and out of me a few times, extending the sensation. My arms pulled at their restraints, longing to wrap themselves around him when he collapsed on top of me.

We stayed like that for a long while, until Sam tilted his head back and started dropping soft sweet kisses over my face. He gently removed my blindfold and I relished the look he was giving me. He was gazing at me like he adored me. I felt worshiped, and I didn’t want it to end.

Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. To my horror, my tummy suddenly growled. Loudly.

Sam grinned down at me. “Hungry?”

I was embarrassed by my body’s timing with its gurgling, but I actually was famished. I answered him honestly. “I’ve found that eating at least a snack every two or three hours helps keep the morning sickness at bay.”