Shimmers of Pearl (The Pearl Trilogy, Part 3) (14 page)

I lean my breasts over his erection, take it in my hands and tease my nipples with its smooth head. Holy hotness, I’m wired like an electric cable – everything is connected and desire shoots through me in pulsating tingles and spasms. My breasts have always been sensitive but lately, since pregnancy, even a breeze of cool air can get them excited.

Alexandre’s eyes spring open, “Jesus, Pearl, your tits… I need to fuck those beautiful big, pregnant tits.”

When I told him last night about the Indian Ayurvedic doctor I thought he’d think she was a quack but he said, ‘old wives’ tale or not, I’m not going to be the one to put it to the test’. He swears, even if I beg him, that he won’t penetrate me. I wonder how long I can hold out, though.

I suck on him, then move my body up a bit and swirl his cock about my nipples again, mewing softly with pleasure. The wetness of my saliva makes them pucker into tight, dusky-red buds; I re-position myself and rub my clit against Alexandre’s muscular thigh as I continue teasing my nipples. I start moaning – from my head to my tail bone, this feels amazing.

“Fuck, your pussy’s soaked,” he murmurs, thrusting his leg at me, keeping up the pressure.

I rub against his solid thigh, back and forth, and he pushes it hard against me so my clit is getting a real massage. I continue teasing my nipples, slapping them now, using his penis like a whip. He starts rubbing his leg rhythmically against me; I graze his erection round and round in circles on my nipples, taking it in turn with each one, as I feel the build-up and I start coming hard – a series of long, slow convulsions and spasms explode inside me, my nipples harder than bullets, stimulated beyond imagination. I’m letting out moaning wails with every sweet spasm.

“That’s right, baby, let your little treasure come on me – I’m going to keep you coming for the rest of your life.”

I collapse on top of him, my afterglow alight like burning embers, and after a few minutes of relaxation, he rolls me over gently, straddling me without any of his weight. I see his taut stomach ripple with lean muscles and his huge cock nestle itself between my tits. He pushes them carefully together, almost enclosing his hard shaft. I take over, pressing my breasts tightly around him and he begins to fuck my chest, his balls rubbing lightly against my skin, his cock pressing hard against my breastbone, the tip almost reaching the hollow in my neck every time he pushes northwards. I keep my breasts squeezed together, putting the pressure on his thick, long length.

His movements are languid as if he’s really making love to my breasts, his eyes transfixed on my swollen boobs, his sex mantra punctuated by thrusts. “These. Hot. Horny. Tits. Making. My. Cock. So. Fucking. Hard. My. Seed. Exploded. In. Your. Hot. Pearlette. Fucking. You. To. Pregnancy. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He groans. Scorching, creamy cum starts spurting on my face, my tits, my neck - shooting out like a fountain. He’s crying out, “Pearl, baby, I love you.” His orgasm is super-intense – I can tell he’s charged with passion; his face twists as if he’s in pain.

He stills as his climax slowly fades, his cock flexing in spasms, and then laughs out loud and shakes his dark head of hair, “Fuck, that was fast.”

I smile. “For both of us.”

“Did you notice something? We didn’t even kiss. We were both so hungry to release weeks of sexual build-up and tension, that we haven’t even said hello properly.”

I laugh, and run my finger over my sticky breasts, scooping up a taste of him and popping it into my mouth. “Powerful stuff this,” I remark. “It can make a woman pregnant.”

His mouth flicks into a broad grin. “Hang on, chérie I’ll get a towel.” He kisses me lightly on the nose, goes to the bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. He gently wipes his sea of pleasure off my chest. “I just want you to know something, Pearl…”

A panic of fear sweeps through me; a twisting, chilling knot in my solar plexus. Another secret? Something else he’s been holding back?

But he laces his fingers through mine and whispers in my ear; the soft wind of his breath sending shivers down my spine, “Of all the women I’ve ever been with, you are the most spectacular, the most beautiful, the
most
in every, single way.”

The knot unfurls and my heart feels as if it will explode with happiness.

“And I’m not just talking about sex. I’m talking about love, chérie. I love you, Pearl. Even in the days when I was happy with Laura, I
never
felt so serene, so at home with her as I do with you. I have never experienced this deep, bottomless ocean of love with anyone but you. It’s almost as if it hurts, there’s so much love bursting inside of me.”

“Semen bursting inside of you,” I joke, but then immediately wish I hadn’t made less of what he has just shared with me, opening his heart up the way he has. I tighten my grip on his hand, “I feel that bursting love, too.”

He takes a loose, sticky tendril of my hair and parts it away from my face. He lifts his head from my ear and his crooked smile seems thoughtful as he squints, honing his gaze on mine. “We both need a shower, I think.”

I enter the steamy shower with Alexandre. It is almost like a little room. It is all tiled in white mosaic, including the built-in bench The heat suddenly gets to me and I sit down. He’s standing before me; my eyes are level with his beautiful, muscular ass. He is like one of those Greek statues but so much better endowed – oh yes, this art is more exquisite than you would see in any museum, his sculpted thighs, his taut, flexing gluteus maximus, the glorious V that runs from his waist to the core of him – the core that has me light-headed, that has created the living seed inside of me, the tiny being that belongs to us both.

“He holds my hand as the hot water rains from above. “Are you okay, baby, you looked a bit dazed.”

True. I am in a daze. This is real. We are together and in love. We are going to have a baby. “I’m fine, I just get a little dizzy in the mornings.”

Alexandre lathers up his hands with some lavender body wash and begins to cleanse my shoulders very gently, moving his hands softly about my breasts and under my arms as he lifts each up to massage me. This is crazy…his soapy hands softly kneading my breasts is turning me on again. I am like a hormone machine. I don’t know if it’s because that crazy Indian doctor forbade intercourse that I have it constantly on the brain, or if it’s my pregnancy playing havoc with my body parts, but flashes of Alexandre claiming me, pumping me with heavy thrusts into my wet hole has me squirming. His penis has hardened with every one of his gentle strokes and his fingers gently tug on my nipple, shooting tingles directly to my pulsating clit. I grab his butt and pull him close to me, nipping softly on his balls as the water falls on my face and breasts like a cascade. Just the pressure of water is doing things to me, let alone the vision I have before me – the veritable piece of art that is my fiancé.

“Alexandre,” I moan into his thick, hard cock, licking the under-shaft with long sweeping strokes of my tongue.

“Pearl, oh yeah, baby.” He’s holding my hands, his legs astride to lower the height of his body so he is at the right level for me. My lips nibble his length and my tongue flickers all over the enormity of his smooth, dreamy cock. Not even Michelangelo could have created a penis so beautiful as Alexandre’s. I think of riding him, how he fills up my walls, pressing all the right places which effortlessly brings me to mind-blowing orgasms every time, and just the memory of it makes my core pulsate, swelling with needy desire.

“I need you to fuck me, Alexandre,” I breathe into his groin.

“Not a chance, until these three months are up, baby.”

I take some body wash on my hand and begin to lather his balls, tracing my fingers up the crack of his butt, exploring the dips and valleys of his solid boulder of an ass. I turn him around so it’s in my face. Water is cascading over us and I let all the soapiness rinse away before I part his butt with my fingers. I begin my tongue’s journey from his swollen, hard sacks up his crack, lashing my tongue up and down. I can hear his low moans beneath the rush of water. There it is, that scar. Once, I asked him how he got it and he wouldn’t tell. I kiss him there, now – licking the old wound with all the love I have inside me. Then I trace my tongue up and probe his hole – only a woman beside herself in love would do anything so intimate. I hear a low growl emanate from deep within him. His right hand is on his erection now, fisting it into a tight vice.

“Come on my face, Alexandre. Come on my lips, come all over me, baby.” I guide his body back around so I can see his glorious cock as he slides his hand up and down from the huge crown to the root, his long fingers gripping tightly about himself. All I can think of is it inside me, fucking me, slapping itself on my clit when it withdraws, then ravaging me with hard, ruthless, pumping thrusts. I’m aching, tingling, delirious with the space that is between us. I need my fiancé inside me.

Alexandre’s tongue runs along his parted lips, his green eyes hooded with pleasure as if he is thinking exactly the same thing…fucking me…owning me…ripping through the core of me with his relentless virile masculinity. The fingers of his left hand are in my mouth and I suck them, imagining my mouth is my man-eating Venus; that his fingers are his cock - I pull them in, my lips a vacuum. I also cup his balls with my hand. My gesture makes his hips jerk – his hand jacks his cock back and forth at a feverish pace.

“Pearl,” he cries out as cum starts spurting everywhere like the Trevi Fountain.

Rivers of white-hot cum snake over my still seated body as the water washes it away. Alexandre catches back his breath, gets down on his haunches and takes my face in his hands. He starts with a flick of the tongue and I moan into his mouth, opening my lips letting the kiss go deeper, tongues tangling and probing together, sending direct hits to my clit. I see his penis harden and I whimper at how horny I feel. I want that between my legs. His kisses brush my jaw, my neck and then my breasts. My legs splay open in readiness and I cry out—

“Please, I beg you, fuck me!”

He sucks each nipple in turn, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. He turns on the hand-held shower and directs the water at my ready, horny vulva and the power of the spray has my juices oozing with excitement. I jut my hips forward to meet the tingling pressure on my clit and jerk with spasms of pleasure, feeling I could come at any moment. Every bit of my body is alive with sensation. Then he holds the shower head away and nestles his face between my thighs – his hair tickling my flesh as he begins his slow, languid tease. He doesn’t touch my clit with his tongue, no, the water has already made it super-sensitive. He avoids it, flicking and wavering his hot lips everywhere else so I am moaning and begging.

“Please, Alexandre.”

“See how wet you are for me, baby? When I fuck you your tight pearlette is like a welcoming haven for my cock, clinging onto it like a tight glove, contracting around my cock - never wanting to let me go.” Then he slips his magic thumb inside my glistening hole, slowly lingering there until it finds its way to my lush Garden of Eden - my G-spot.

“I
never
want to let you go,” I scream out, tortured by pleasure.

Every part of me is clamoring for attention. Just as I thought it couldn’t get more intense, Alexandre starts sucking at my nipples again, his thumb still inside me. The familiar electricity sparks my connected inner-wires – tits, clit, mouth, all quivering in unison, building up to the Mighty O. With his other hand he presses my clit with his flattened fingers, gently rubbing in small circles – his thumb on the nub of my G-spot, the pressure on my clit, his tongue on my tits – it’s as if there are three Alexandre Chevaliers all at once… as if I’m in the sexiest threesome in the universe. I arch my back and push out my hips, moving my ass up and down, pressing hard against his fingers.

“Alexandre!” The force of his touch – his lips on my tits, his thumb, his fingers, has me coming in a rush of frenzied contractions. I hold his head to balance myself - I feel as if my whole body could detonate with bliss and pleasure-pounding gratification. “Aah…Alexandre,” I scream out like a banshee.

Half a minute later, I feel weak; my orgasm has sucked all the life out of me as it pounds its way to a plateau, and finally calms itself like a gentle heart beat.

Alexandre turns off the faucet, cocoons me in a warm, larger-than-life towel, and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me on the mattress like a sleeping baby and says, “You rest, my angel, I’m going to make us some breakfast. You need your strength as I’m not done yet, certain parts of my body are aching for more of this. Call me a beast…I am…I can’t get enough of my pregnant fiancée. After we’ve eaten, I’m going to tease you into another orgasm, but this time we’re going to come simultaneously.”

He pats me dry with the towel – I see his erection is full-on again. Hearing me scream, watching me climax so intensely has gotten him hot once more. We are both insatiable. I lie there, feeling very pregnant and yes – still horny as a rabbit in spring.
How does he know I want more?
As if he can read my body. I cannot believe I am so wanton. And I know Alexandre. His Latin blood has been bubbling away. Aware that his seed is inside me, growing every day, makes him want to claim me whole – possess me even more. Never have I been so turned on. Never have I felt so ravenous for sex.

And
never
have I wanted a man to own me. Until now. I ache for that wedding ring to be planted on my finger. I want Alexandre’s hard cock inside me whenever he wishes it. I need to be dominated by him. Enjoyed by him. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure. Forever and ever.
Does that make me crazy?

A revelation strikes me. This is the first time I have really truly been in love and wanted to put another person’s happiness before my own. Everything else has been a dress rehearsal.

This is it. Now. This is the final act. And I’d better not blow it.

W
e sit on the bed eating breakfast – the usual mouth-watering selection of
patisserie,
freshly squeezed juices and fruit. No coffee for me, at least for now. I know that a woman in her twenties could probably guzzle down whatever she chose, but I have to be vigilant; this could be my last opportunity to be pregnant – I shouldn’t take any risks, even with something innocuous as coffee.