I’ve Been Thinking [mf] [impreg] [oral] [kitten kink]

“Kitten?” Jake paused in the doorway to our bedroom from the closet, tie loose around his neck and pants half-unzipped. My eyes snapped up at the pet name; it was one he saved for intimate moments in the bedroom or when he was hoping to get me in a dirtier mindset.

“Kitten, I’ve been thinking,” Jake continued, tugging at the tie and tossing it on the bed lazily beside my alert form. He was being calculatedly casual; I already knew I’d do whatever he wanted. Teasing me with the tie – his subtle hints at bondage that he used all the time drove me wild. Calling me Kitten – he was perfectly aware of the yearning pull he was initiating between my legs with just two syllables. He was quiet for a moment and I quickly realized I’d lost focus.

“Sir?” I propped my chin in my hand and gave him my most winning smile. I’d already changed into the newest present he’d bought me; this one was a pale pink silky camisole that brushed my upper thighs and clung to my full breasts in a way that was almost a turn-on for me too. I knew he liked it; his eyes were tracing my body hungrily and I could tell he was dying to touch me, watch me shiver in pleasure, whimper his name as he filled me. I wanted to be on my best behavior; we’d had a very good night at his company party -the promotion and significant pay hike that had been long-teased was finally awarded- and I had spent the car ride home imagining how I was going to show him how proud I was.

“Kitten,” he repeated as he stepped gracefully out of his pants and boxers and shed his shirt, draping it delicately over my vanity chair. “We’ve got a lot to celebrate,” he murmured once he was naked. I caught my breath. He was gorgeous. He was gorgeous and he was mine and he wanted me. He crawled into bed, pressing himself against me fully. I could feel the swell of his erection against my thigh already and I was ready for him. From the way his fingers traced the silk edge along the swell of my breasts, I knew I was in for a good night.

“We do,” I agreed, meeting his gaze before biting my lip in that coy way I knew drove him crazy. Sure enough, his hands were framing my face and he kissed me softly.

“You know I prefer to be the one biting that lip,” he told me, thumbs rubbing over my cheeks tenderly before deepening the kiss. When we parted, he smiled at me with that knowing look that drove me wild. “My sweet Kitten.”

“J,” I sighed. “You know what that name does to me.” He grinned, moving a hand down my body between my legs. As his fingers moved through my slick heat, he groaned and buried his face in my neck. “Yeah,” I said softly. “That. You did that. That’s for you.”

“Love it,” he whispered, kissing my neck and nibbling along my skin. “I was thinking…”

“You’ve said that a few times now,” I teased, tangling a hand in his hair and arching into his touch. He nipped harder and laved his tongue over the bite when I yelped.

“Sorry, sweetness. Didn’t mean to bite that hard. I’ve been thinking that since things are settling into place, and I’ve gotten this raise…I’ve been thinking that it might be time.”

I sat bolt upright, eyes wide. “Time?” My voice was trembling as I repeated him. “You really think-“

“I do,” he said in a low voice, cupping my cheek and nuzzling my nose. “I think it’s time.”

“Just so we’re on the same page…you are saying that you think it’s time that we-“ I cut myself off and felt my hands shaking. I didn’t want to be wrong. I really didn’t want to be wrong.

“I think we should try to get pregnant.”

“Oh my god,” I whispered. We were both silent for a moment before I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Yes?” His eyes were sparkling in amusement and he tugged my hair gently, kissing me again when I moaned in delight and nodded. “Good. I think we’re in a good place and – while there’s never a perfect time to have a baby – well, I think things are going well and if we wanted – I think it could work. I think we’d be good.”

“Yes,” I declared. “Yes, I want to have a baby. Let’s get pregnant.” He arched an eyebrow and grinned as his hand traced my inner thigh teasingly.

“Right now?” His voice was lower and I nodded again, wiggling against him and becoming more aware of his erection. “Kitten,” he groaned, pressing his hips forward and kissing me needily.

“Sir,” I replied, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand higher up my inner thigh. “Sir, I want you right now.” He nodded and together we tugged my slip up over my head so I was naked and stretched out, awaiting his touch.

“My pretty Kitten,” he said in a soft voice. “My pretty, dirty, sweet Kitten.” He rolled over on top of me gently and nudged my thighs apart with one knee. “Does my best girl need some attention?”

“You know I do,” I said with a playful pout. “You know I need my man.” With my hand still around his wrist, I pushed his hand higher so his fingertips brushed my heat. “Please.” I looked at him meaningfully. “I need my man’s cock.”

“You know the rules,” he murmured, looking at me with heavy eyes. “You know how many times you have to come before I’ll give you my cock?” My breathing picked up and I nodded eagerly, wiggling against his fingers. “How many times, Kitten?”

“Three,” I said quickly, reaching up and wrapping my free hand around his neck and pulling his mouth down to mine. “I need to come three times.”

“That’s right,” Jake whispered, capturing my lips as his fingers slid deep. His mouth muffled my cry of pleasure and he took the opportunity of my parted lips to tease my tongue with his. “Kitten loves when Sir plays with her pussy, huh?” His fingers were curling and rubbing against me and I groaned, rolling my hips down against his hand. “Words,” he scolded, suckling on my lower lip.

“Love it,” I managed, whimpering as his fingers went deep again. “Love it. Love you.” He hummed in approval in my ear and pressed lightly against my clit with his thumb, telling me to come. “Oh fuck – there,” I gasped, feeling my back arch and my body tense around him.

“That’s my girl,” he purred, fingers thrusting and thumb rubbing. “That’s my good girl. Looks so pretty, coming for me.” I shuddered in pleasure as his lips brushed the skin behind my ear and moaned when he bit down lightly. “Is Kitten gonna come again? Does Kitten wanna come all over Sir’s fingers for the second time?”

“Fuck-“ I choked, raking my nails down his back. “Fuck, if you- oh my god!” His breath was hot on my skin and his tongue flicked out to tease my earlobe. “Please!”

“Tell me what you need,” Jake murmured. “Tell me what you need to come for me again.” I was whining and moving under him and he groaned, rubbing against my thigh. “Kitten, you gotta tell me what you need so I can give it to you.”

“Oh Jesus,” I moaned, closing my eyes and focusing on the heat of his erection against my skin. “I’m gonna – tongue, baby, give me your tongue!”

“Fuck yes,” Jake muttered, sliding down my body and wrapping his arms around my thighs and closing his mouth over me. I was writhing and squealing and rubbing back against him, tangling my fingers in his hair.

“Now!” My voice cracked in pleasure as my thighs tightened around his face; the rush of pleasure started at my head and spread down through my body and we were both gasping and groaning as the tension left my body. “Oh my god…”

“That’s two,” Jake told me softly. “One more before babygirl gets my cock.”

“Oh fuck,” I whined, tugging at his hair. “J, I need you.” I was wriggling and squirming and begging for him; he leveled me with a stern look and slapped my thigh. “Fuck,” I whimpered and he kissed me gently.

“Don’t whine. You know the rules,” Jake murmured, brushing his fingers over the reddening mark on my skin. “Love hearing you beg, but you know better than to whine. One more. One more time and then you can have me.”

“Uh huh,” I moaned, spreading my legs. “Gimme one more.” He chuckled and pushed himself back down between my legs.

“That’s my girl,” he said again, smiling up at me from between my thighs. “Knows what she likes and knows how to get it.” I grinned down at him now and rocked my hips forward slightly, trying not to whine when he placed a soft, chaste kiss where I wanted him most.

“You mean by asking?” My voice held a teasing note and he nodded, licking a slow and deliberate path along my opening. “May I please have more?” He paused, mid-lick, and asked me what I meant by more. The twinkle in his eyes told me he knew exactly how mean he was being, and I huffed in frustration and tugged at his hair. “More tongue. More- oooooh,” I groaned when he acquiesced. “Yeah, more of that – fuck, Sir, yes…eat me out, yes!”

“Dirty Kitten,” he commented idly, sliding two fingers in deep and thrusting lazily as he looked up at me. “Wants me to eat her out, huh?” When I nodded, he smiled. “Kitten never uses that phrasing. Kitten must really want it…”

“I do,” I panted now, planting my feet and rolling my hips against his mouth. “I do want it. I really want it.” He merely chuckled and went back to his previous actions, licking and suckling and tasting me with relish. “Baby, please, I know you want me.”

“Oh,” Jake sighed, shoving himself back to look at me fully. “I do. You know I do. I’ve been thinking about being deep in your perfect pussy since we got in the car. I thought about pulling over and getting you in my lap, I thought about taking you against the wall once the garage door went down, hell, I even thought about bending you over the dining room table and rocking into you hard and fast from behind.” We were both breathing hard now and his eyes were fully dilated. “I’ve been thinking about coming in your cunt since they announced my name at that banquet. I didn’t even think about my speech or the photos after; I was picturing the look on your face when you felt me spill into you.”

“Jake,” I gasped, feeling my body tense and my third climax rip through me. I tightened around his fingers and he watched me with steady eyes. “Three, that’s three; please- please I’ve been so good!”

“Yes,” he murmured as he crawled up over me. “Yes, Kitten. You’ve been such a good girl. You know what happens when you’re good.”

“I get Sir’s cock,” I said triumphantly; he smiled and together, we shifted on the bed so he could push into me slowly. “Oh fuck,” I drawled as he filled me. “That’s so fucking good!”

“Yeah it is,” Jake grunted, his face buried in my neck as his hips met mine. “You feel so fucking good, babygirl.”

We were both silent for a while after that; the only sounds were our gasps and groans, our moans and murmured declarations of love. We could both be loud and talkative in bed, but we just as easily could delve into the silence and get lost in the feeling – and the sounds of our bodies meeting and melding.

He was kissing my neck as he pinned my hands over my head; he must have known I was getting close from my high-pitched whimpers and breathy pleas. He always took me like this when we both needed to come hard- after being together as long as we had, we knew each other’s bodies: nights that were more focused on my pleasure were primarily spent with him behind me, holding my hips in both hands and filling me slow and hard, while nights for him involved me on top, bucking and bouncing and begging him to come. It was a rare night that we both weren’t undone, gasping and clutching at each other, but we both had our preferences and our sex life, I’m pleased to say, was incredibly balanced as a result.

“Gonna come?” Jake’s voice was low and controlled but I could see the look in his eyes was anything but. “Want you to,” he added, rocking forward hard. I gasped and wrapped both legs around his waist, rolling up into him eagerly. “Good girl, working for it,” he praised.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna,” I announced in a shaky voice. “I’m gonna come for you.” He groaned and moved one hand from my wrists to cup my face tenderly.

“My gorgeous Kitten,” he whispered. “My dream girl, my perfect wife. You’re gonna make me come in you; you know that, right? You’re gonna make me come in your perfect cunt and I’m gonna get you pregnant – we’re gonna have a baby – I’m gonna come, gonna get you pregnant – oh- Jesus, fuck yes Kitten, come on me!” His voice went hoarse as I clenched around him and I cried out in pleasure, wordless and high and needy. “Gonna – make – me – come!” Jake grunted in my ear as I trembled under him; it wasn’t long before he kept his promise and I felt him, warm and slick, filling me.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, tightening my legs around his waist and cradling him against my body. “Oh my god.”

“You okay, babygirl?” He looked at me with concern and brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. I nodded and clung to him, kissing every inch of his skin I could reach. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured after a moment.

I felt the blush rise in my cheeks and grinned up at him. “You’re just saying that,” I finally said softly, “because you think you just knocked me up.”

Jake laughed then, kissing my forehead. “You know that’s not true,” he whispered, lips still grazing my skin.

“I know,” I said after a moment. “I’m just -“

“Trying to lighten the mood, in case…?” He supplied, and I nodded. “Don’t worry, love. I’m confident,” he said. “And even if we don’t get it on the first try,” and he paused to roll us over onto our sides so I could snuggle into him, “we’re really good at practicing. I don’t mind making another concerted effort.”

He winked at me then and I laughed, pressing my lips to his. “I love you,” I told him. He smiled back at me radiantly.

“And I love you.”

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