Promises

Not sure how I feel about this one but figured I'd publish anyways. Main theme is impregnation.

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The morning was hot and humid, the weight of the air greatly present on my skin. I slid out of bed in just my underwear, letting my husband continue to sleep, twisted up into the covers. I sliced open a grapefruit in the kitchen, slicing up the divisions of fruit before putting on a pot of tea for myself and sitting down. I rubbed my belly absentmindedly. We were going to the doctor's this week to discuss my fertility, whether it was a possibility or not for me to get pregnant. The entire thing made me so anxious. Truthfully, I never thought I would get to the point of comfortability with another person or my own body to even consider pregnancy. But there was always something different about Steven.

The floorboards creaked as he shuffled into the kitchen in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair flattened and skewed in different directions from sleeping on his side. I received a crooked grin as he swindled away one half of the grapefruit and to my mild distaste began to pull the fruit out with his bare hands. I dug into mine with a small spoon, making contact with him in a teasing anger as we both ate. I quickly realized I had dug myself into a hole as nearing the end he snapped up the pieces with a great aggression and then drank the juice from the remaining shell, small trickles of the juice escaping down his chin. He licked his fingers off, looking directly at me as he did so. He had such a smile on his face as he walked over to rinse his hands, and I was annoyed because I knew he had clocked exactly how I was feeling. He knew my clit was hardening, pressing against my underwear and begging to be touched. He didn't have to look below the table, he could tell by the dusting of pink across my face just as easily.

Steven came up behind me and pulled the chair out slightly, "Stand?" he suggested.

For a beat I wanted to resist, to say no just for the sake of being stubborn but my body was heating up and wanted to be touched. I stood and he removed the chair. I went to turn around but he pushed me back so I leaned over with my hands on the table. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his face into the curve of my neck. "You look so delicious this morning," he whispered, "Makes me want to pick back up from last night."

I was aware my blush turned from pink to scarlet as I remembered the intensity of our bodies together last night after we swore we were going to bed early. We went to bed very late. His hand trailed down my belly and slipped into my underwear. He wrapped his pointer and middle finger around my clit and slowly began to jerk it up and down slowly. The tender head of my clit pressed into my underwear as he stroked me, all my blood rushing to my groin. "Steven, I need more," I choked out.

He chuckled, "I know, I know. Soon I promise."

His fingers dipped lower, rolling over the outer edge of my entrance. I knew from the way he moved that my "precum" was beginning to drip out. And so his fingers began to press in. Just two, hooking their way in and exploring as I let out a few desperate gasps. His arm that was still wrapped around me grew tighter. His hips were pressed tight against mine and I could feel his cock hard against my ass. He nipped playfully at my neck, moving from where it met my shoulder up to my ear. "Did you want to play today, or something else?"

I grit my teeth and glared over at him, my body red and trembling. "Impregnate me, asshole," I retorted back.

He pulled away fully, tossing down his pants and pulling my underwear down my legs. His hands came to rest once again at my hips, gently moving forward to rub my belly before returning to their stations. He pressed my body forward so more of my weight was held between my hands and the table. With one hand he guided the head of his cock inside me. I let out an involuntary shout as he sheathed fully inside me. "You sound so wonderful David," he said.

His arms clutching my hips tightly he began to thrust into me, pulling almost all the way out before throwing his weight intensely into his thrusts forward. My hands pushed forward a little bit with each movement. His left hand wandered down between my legs to stroke my clit again, pulling the foreskin back to touch it's head directly, making circles around it. The stimulation making my body tense up and squeeze him tightly inside me. His right hand moved to cup my belly and I began to whimper as he sped up his thrusting, Each thrust pushed my belly hard against his hand. Each thrust forced my awareness to his hand. "You know what I want, don't you?" he asked.

"No," I lied, my voice trembling, "What do you want?"

"I want to fill this belly of yours with my cum, so much that it's impossible for you to not get pregnant. I want to fuck you every night until your belly is swollen with our child. I want to mark your body with my teeth as I cum."

My cunt twitched around him, "I want you to mark me." I choked out.

He inhaled deeply into my neck, his pace speeding up as I could feel his cock thicken slightly inside me. As his teeth grab roughly onto my neck, I feel him cum. Despite our courting the night before, a still thick stream of cum fills me. I shake in his arms, "Yes! Yes!" I pant under my breath. When my breathing begins to even out, and I can feel him softening, he releases my neck. The hand that was on my clit moves up to check the skin of my neck quickly to ensure I was not harmed. His other hand remained cradling my belly. "I'm going to," he whispered, "I will be impregnating you David."

"I know," I whispered back, feeling his cum dripping slightly around his cock as it slowly slipped from inside me, "I can't wait."