Blaire shifted her feet and looked down at the floor. “Pregnant dreams can be um… intense.”

“Pregnant dreams? What do you mean?” I was curious now. The fact her entire face was a bright red and she looked ready to crawl under the table and hide from me only made me want to know more.

She started to move and I grabbed her hips and kept her pinned between me and the sofa. “Oh no, you don’t. You can’t tell me things like that and not explain.”

Blaire let out a short unsure laugh and shook her head. “You can keep me here all day but I’m not telling you.”

I slipped my hands under her shirt and started to tickle her ribcage. I tried really hard not to focus on the perfectly plump tits just within my reach. I didn’t want Blaire to think I only cared about sex with her. So far I’d made our relationship about sex. I wanted to prove to her it was more than that. Even if I was taking cold showers and jerking off thinking about how sweet she’d tasted the other day.

Blaire giggled and squirmed as I tickled her. “Stop!” she squealed and pushed against me. When she tried to squirm away from me my hand slid up and grazed her left breast causing her to freeze. A small sound came from her throat that sounded really close to a moan. I brushed the pad of my thumb over her nipple and she pressed against me. Fuck the no sex thing. How was I supposed to ignore this?

“Please, Rush. I need you to,” she begged.

She needed me to? Wait… were her dreams… “Blaire, baby, are your dreams about sex?”

She whimpered and nodded as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. “Yes, and I’m tired of waking up horny,” she whispered.

Fuck. I took the donut from her hands and laid it down on the table then sucked the glaze from her fingers. Her breathing hitched. I grabbed her and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I devoured her mouth while I walked us back to her room. This time there was a big bed for me to put her on and I’d keep her in it all day making love to her if that was what she needed.

I laid her down on the bed and pulled her little shorts and panties off before crawling on top of her. “Get this top off,” I said as I yanked it up and over her head. I stopped and looked down at her. Just last week I’d thought I would never see her like this again. Holding her was something I went to bed dreaming about. Now she was here and I wanted to cherish every small portion of her body.

“Rush, please. I need you in me,” she squirmed and pleaded. As much as I wanted to worship her body it looked like I wasn’t going to get to. I wasn’t going to be able to turn down a needy Blaire.

“Can I taste you first?” I asked, kissing her mouth again then running kisses down her body.

“Yes, anything. I just need you to touch me.” She sighed as my hand found her wet folds and I slipped a finger inside. “Oh God! Yes!Ahhhh,” she cried out as I began touching her.

Sex crazed Blaire was going to be fun. Itwas like I’d just won the fucking jackpot. I pushed her thighs further apart and lowered my mouth to kiss the hardened little clit hiding there. She bucked and began begging again. Sticking my tongue out, I ran it over her swollen sweet spot.Both her hands grabbed my hair and held me. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Please, Rush, please. You make it feel so good. Please.” Her sexy little pleadings were about to make me explode. I wanted in her just as bad as she wanted me in there but I was also enjoying this. I focused on making her come in my mouth while she twisted and moaned on the bed. When she finally screamed my name and that she was coming I jumped up and stripped my clothes off in record time.

We didn’t need a condom anymore. I laid over her and with one easy stroke I was in her. Blaire grabbed onto my shoulders and threw her head back. If this was how all pregnant women were, then why the fuck didn’t men keep their women knocked up? This was hot. So hot I might not make it very long.

“Fuck me, Rush. Real hard,” Blaire panted.

“Baby, you keep saying stuff like that and I’m gonna blow before you want me to.”

She smiled wickedly up at me. “I’ll get you hard again. I promise. Now please,do it hard. In my dreams, you bend me over and fuck me until I’m screaming and clawing at the bed begging you never to stop. Right before I come, I wake up.”

She’d not only been having sex dreams about me but dirty sex dreams about me. I pulled out of her and flipped her on her stomach, then jerked her hips up in the air. “You want fucked, sweet Blair? I’ll make my girl feel better,” I cooed as I ran my hands gently over her bare ass. She started to squirm and I slapped her pussy causing her to gasp in surprise. “If you want it hard baby, then I’m going to give it to you hard,” I promised.

Grabbing her hip, I pounded into her and almost shot my load then. She was so fucking tight. The desperate cries of pleasure coming from Blaire weren’t helping. Remembering that I needed to make Blaire come again was hard when my balls were drawn up tight and my cock was throbbing.

“Harder,” Blaire moaned and I lost it. I began pumping into her with the same wild needy abandon that had consumed her. When her tight warmth began squeezing me and my name came tearing out of her mouth I closed my eyes and let go.

Blaire

Rush was on his back pulling me to him when I came to from an orgasm I was pretty sure had caused me to black out. I curled up in his arms and sighed in relief. He’d made all the achy, needy parts of me very happy. More than happy. I was sore all over and I loved it.

“I think you may have broken me,” he chuckled against my temple and placed a kiss there.

“I hope not because when I have the energy to move I’d like to do that again,” I replied as sweetly as I could.

“Why am I suddenly feeling used?” he asked.

I pinched at the skin that covered his abs. “I’m sorry you feel used but with a body like yours what do you expect?”

Rush laughed and rolled me onto my back before covering me with his body. His silver eyes sparkled as he stared down at me. “Is that so?”

I only nodded. I was afraid I’d say something else if I spoke. Like the fact thatI was in love with him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his head to kiss my face as if it were something to be cherished.

I wasn’t the beautiful one. He was but I didn’t point that out. If he wanted to think I was then I’d let him. His hands ran down my body making it hum with pleasure. “Are you waking up every morning like this?” he asked with a gleam in his eyes.

I could lie but I’d done enough of that. “Yes. Sometimes in the middle of the night too.”

Rush raised an eyebrow. “The middle of the night?”

I nodded.

He reached up and brushed hair out of my face. “How am I supposed to help you in the middle of the night if you’re not with me?” His voice sounded truly concerned.

“You don’t want me waking you up for sex every night,” I told him.

“Baby, if you wake up horny I want to be ready and available.” His voice dropped and he slipped a hand down to cup me between my legs. “This is mine and I take care of what’s mine.”

“Rush,” I warned.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to straddle you right here and screw your brains out if you don’t stop saying things like that.”

Rush grinned. “That isn’t much of a threat, sweet Blaire.”

I turned my head to grin and the clock on my bedside table caught my attention. Oh crap! I pushed at Rush. “I have to be at work in ten minutes,” I yelled in way of explanation.

Rush moved off me and I jumped out of bed only to realize I was very naked and Rush was lying on the bed watching me panic with a smile.

“Please don’t mind me. The view is great from here,” he said with a sexy grin.

I shook my head and grabbed a clean pair of panties and a bra then ran to the bathroom.