[FM] The first time my partner came inside me without any birth control

Although we are now taking a break for mental health reasons (so please don’t send me advice or congratulations related to pregnancy), my partner Henry and I spent the first couple months of quarantine trying to get pregnant. We weren’t strangers to condom-less sex, but I had never before had sex without ANY method of contraceptive or protection. I chalk it up to having a mother who gave me a comprehensive sex talk warning about pregnancy and STIs at a young enough age to scare me into complacency. As a result, Henry and I were in uncharted territory.

My appointment to get my IUD taken out was in early March, and Henry came along with me to hold my hand and take advantage of my gynecologist’s time by asking a fuck ton of questions about fertility and nutrition and safely conceiving. He distracted me during the removal with Vine compilations on his phone, the discomfort barely registering. None of the answers to Henry’s questions were surprising, but my gyno made sure to let us know that we could start trying as early as that afternoon if I was feeling up for it. Minor panic tightened in my chest. On our way home, I held the disposable heating pack to my lower belly and chewed on my bottom lip in silence, a million thoughts running through my head at once. Henry covered my hand with his and smiled over at me. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly.

“Excited! Nervous. Crampy? And kind of hungry.”

“I can work with that,” he laughed, “Let’s take it one emotion at a time. There’s no pressure to get started immediately.”

“I know.”

“We can just get some condoms and wait until we’re actually ready. There’s no rush. It’s just an option.”

I nodded, took a deep breath, and smiled at him. “Can we stop for condoms and snacks?”

He laughed and handed me his phone. “Yes, ma’am! Please direct me to the closest 7-11.”

We each got a giant slurpee like middle schoolers with their first allowances, I grabbed a giant bag of chips and salsa, and Henry asked the nice man behind the counter for a box of condoms. We smiled excitedly at each other as we got back in the car, our teeth stained blue from the slurpees. That evening, we cuddled up and marathoned trashy TV on the couch. In a display of his responsibility in a not-so-subtle “I’m ready to take care of an infant, let’s make a baby” kind of way, he set up a foot soak for me, brought me my heating pad, and placed a bottle of ibuprofen next to me with a timer for the next time I could take the painkillers. After a hot shower, we went to bed at a reasonable time despite the liquid sugar we had ingested, and I fell asleep spooning my heating pad as Henry spooned me.

The next morning, I woke up without any pain. Henry put down his phone and pulled me tighter against him as he felt me stir, kissing me on the cheek and tucking his chin over my shoulder. “How’re you feeling?” he murmured.

“Good,” I sighed happily, “No cramps.”

“That’s great,” he whispered, kissing up my jawline, down my neck, and across my shoulder, “Do you need me to get you anything?”

I arched my back and slowly rubbed my ass against his hardening cock through our pajamas. “I can think of something you can give me,” I teased.

He laughed and trailed his hand down my body until he was holding my hip. Rocking against me slowly, he whispered softly, “Do you want me to get a condom?”

After a brief pause, I nodded. He kissed me on the cheek again and turned to grab one from the bedside table. I took the opportunity to shimmy out of my pajama bottoms. Henry rolled back towards me and handed me the condom. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, slipping a hand around me and gently cupping my pussy.

His fingers slowly rubbed my clit, his warm mouth leaving soft kisses on the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder. Quiet moans spilled from my mouth. I rolled onto my back to provide better access, and I pulled his face towards mine to capture his lips in a fiery kiss. He responded enthusiastically, his tongue gliding against mine. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began tugging it, enjoying the way it continued to stiffen in my hand. His fingers increased the speed and pressure on my clit. I spread my legs and broke the kiss to whisper. “Can you push inside so I can see if it hurts?”

He nodded and trailed his fingers down to my entrance, slowly inserting one finger into my pussy and watching my face for my reaction. I smiled softly. “No pain,” I murmured.

His brow knit in concern. “One second.”

He removed his finger and held it up to his face, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “What’s wrong?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“Nothing!” he laughed, his finger diving back under the covers and gently pushing inside me again, “I thought you might have been bleeding but you’re just really fucking wet.”

I laughed and blushed. “Your nurturing side is really hot to me,” I admitted, rubbing my palm over the tip of his cock to spread his precum.

Henry slowly pushed a second finger inside me, a devilish grin on his lips. “Oh really?” he teased breathlessly, “You of all people like being pampered and taken care of? I never would have guessed.”

“It’s not that,” I laughed, intermittently letting out slight gasps as he curled his fingers to press against my g-spot, “It’s just really sexy that you’re responsible and caring and patient and kind.”

He pressed a slow kiss to my lips and then smiled at me again. “An added incentive for trying to be a good partner, I guess.”

My eyes flickered between his. I released his cock, handed him back the condom, and turned on my side again. “Please fuck me,” I whispered.

I heard Henry open the condom wrapper and felt him jostle behind me as he rolled the latex down his erection. He angled his cock against my entrance, kissed my shoulder, and then slid his hand up my pajama shirt to firmly cup one of my tits, his palm teasing my nipple. I covered his hand with mine and squeezed it. Henry bit down softly on my shoulder and slid his cock inside me, stretching me deliciously and drawing out a long, satisfied moan from my lungs. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, starting to thrust slowly.

“You’re sure you don’t mind wearing a condom?” I asked quietly, rocking against him rhythmically.

“Of course not,” he insisted, his pelvis starting to smack softly against my ass with every thrust as he picked up the pace and forcefulness.

I buried my face into the pillow and moaned, each thrust sending pleasure shooting up my spine. The condom made no physical difference to me. He kissed my shoulder where his teeth had left a slight indent and left his lips pressed against my skin.

I loved him. I had every intention of spending the rest of my life with him. He was going to be an incredible father and partner. It made sense to start trying. We were financially stable and devoted to each other and working jobs with flexibility for childcare. So why was I nervous? Was it just last-minute cold feet now that the opportunity was finally there?

Tentatively, I laced my fingers over Henry’s and gently guided his hand down my torso to my lower stomach and left it there. I felt him smile against my shoulder. His hand gently rubbed my belly in soft circles. My remaining doubts evaporated. He was practically capable of reading my mind. I didn’t have to worry about him as my roommate, as my partner, as the father to my children. I wanted this. “Take off the condom,” I whispered.

His thrusts paused, his erection docked deep inside me. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’m ready.”

He pulled out slowly and took off the condom as I rolled onto my back. He smiled excitedly at me and climbed between my legs, his erection sliding inside me easily as he settled in against me. I moaned and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. Our lips crashed together as Henry’s arms hooked under my shoulders and he began to thrust, his soft groans of pleasure from the lack of condom getting me wetter with every passing moment. I might not personally notice the physical difference between sex with a condom and bareback sex, but I absolutely notice the difference in his pleasure. His quiet noises of arousal and the desperation with which he fucks me when we don’t use a condom turn me on more than I could possibly describe. I wrapped my legs around his hips and broke the kiss to bury my face in his neck. “Henry,” I moaned quietly, “Please. I need you to cum inside me.”

He untangled one of his hands from underneath me and slid it down between our bodies to play with my clit. “You are going to be so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant,” he whispered.

“More beautiful than I am now?” I teased.

He sidestepped my trap. “A different kind of beautiful,” he laughed, his thrusts maintaining their punishing rhythm, his face darkening from exertion, “It’s something primal, but I just know I won’t be able to keep my hands off you when you’re pregnant with my child.”

My fingers reached down and took over for him. He pushed himself up on his wrists and looked down to watch his cock pump in and out of my pussy as my fingers scrubbed at my clit. “You don’t think I’ll look like a beach ball?” I asked breathlessly, “You’ll still want to fuck me even when my hands and feet swell up?”

“Lily,” he laughed, “You could be 400 pounds, and I’d still want to fuck you.”

Exhausted, his body covered mine, our chests pressing together as he placed his weight on me and fucked me faster and faster. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

Henry kissed me roughly. Another couple thrusts and I was cumming hard, exploding and shaking as he pinned me against the bed with his large, warm body. I broke the kiss. “Oh! Oh my god! Henry don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.”

He groaned and kept thrusting, his arms wrapping underneath me and crushing me against his wide chest. “I’m getting close,” he strained.

“Please cum for me,” I begged, “Fill me up with your cum. I need you, Henry, please give me a baby.”

“Fuuuuck, Lily,” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside you. I can’t fucking wait to get you pregnant.”

“Please breed me,” I whimpered.

That just about did it. With a shuddering groan, Henry stilled his movements, his pelvis kissing mine as his cock unleashed rope after rope of hot, thick cum deep within my pussy. I frantically pressed my lips to his. He collapsed against me as we kissed, our mouths battling wildly as the final aftershocks of his orgasm slowly dissipated. He slowed our kisses and stopped, pulling his face back to smile down at me. I cupped his face. Hormones or love or something else washed over me, my emotions going haywire as I looked up at his handsome face.

With another soft peck to my lips, he slowly pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. I rotated myself on the bed and placed my feet high on the wall above the headboard. Henry placed a warm hand on my lower stomach. I covered his hand with mine. We smiled excitedly at each other and whispered reverently, almost afraid that raising our voices above a certain decibel level would scare off the sperm. For the next half hour, we laid next to each other in bed, our hands laced together on my belly, planning for the future with plenty of hope and excitement.

*[Again, we are now taking a break from trying to conceive for mental health reasons, so please don’t send me tips or well-wishes related to pregnancy. We’ll probably start trying again in about a year.]*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i83dy0/fm_the_first_time_my_partner_came_inside_me