Tristan's head whipped in my direction, his face wide in shock at what I was doing on impulse.
"Cecile?"
Even I was unaware when my hands slid into his pants and began to stroke his cock.
"What are you doing?" he whispered hoarsely.
I leaned forward, pressing myself against him, and kissed him deeply.
"This is not a good idea," he said, pushing me away. "I don't want you to feel like this is what I want."
"But it is what I want," I whispered, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer to me. "Miss Lula did say it was good for the baby."
I pressed my body against him, grinding down on his erection.
He groaned and ran both hands up and down my arms. His eyes closed. He inhaled sharply.
"If I stop you here, I won't be able to start again later," he growled.
He moved his hand between my legs, rubbing my wetness. I gasped as he pushed three fingers inside me.
I grabbed his shoulder hard. "Don't stop!"
