Harrison’s 3am wake up call

With all this time on my hands now that uni is over for the year (3x B’s & 1x B+ thank you very much!) I have been reading back over my polyamory_by_jymaru-d4r38hj.pngnumerous half-written stories to work out what happens next.  The latest story I have been reading is one I’ve been unofficially calling ‘Bastard Daniel, a story which revolves around four characters – Thomas, Charlotte, Amelia, & Harrison – and their polyamorous relationship.

I am not sure why polyamory features in so many of my stories, it is not something I have experienced myself – nor do I want to – but it is something that fascinates me.  Personally I believe that love is love and you cannot control who you love – or how many people; what really matters is that any form of relationship is based on trust, honesty, respect and communication.  I know of polyamorous relationships that are a lot healthier than some monogamous relationships.

It is that trust, honesty, respect and communication that is the foundation of all the relationships – polyamorous or monogamous – that I write about.  Maybe this is because it is the basis of the relationship between my wife and I?

Enough musing over this though, I shall leave you with this little excerpt which takes place in the middle of the night after Amelia and Harrison have finally had sex for the first time.  As is the case with a lot of my stories, Amelia is pregnant and is at the mercy of her hormones…

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Harrison was jolted from a deep sleep when Amelia woke him up at 3am. Immediately he was taken back to the afternoon he’d spent with her in hospital, not long after they’d begun seeing each other as slightly more than acquaintances.

“What’s wrong?” Harrison asked, suddenly wide awake and feeling more than a little panicked.
“I’m horny,” Amelia announced, and Harrison started to laugh.
“Oh god, I thought something serious was wrong, like with the baby,” Harrison explained as he rolled onto his back and pulled her over with him.
“Probably could blame the baby, it is the whole pregnancy hormones thing that has given me this strange middle of the night craving for sex,” Amelia joked, moving her hand down to his cock and stroking him very quickly into a state of hardness.
“In that case, pregnancy hormones are awesome,” Harrison replied, groaning quietly as Amelia moved from stroking his cock, to gripping it in her hand.
“At this particular moment in time, yes they are,” Amelia agreed, giggling as she squeezed him harder and he gasped loudly. “And they have made me particularly wet,” she added for good measure.

Her hand left his cock and when it returned a moment later her fingers were wet with her arousal. Something about the mental image of her touching her pussy caused his cock to swell more and it was a sigh of relief he let out when Amelia quickly moved from a lying position beside him on the bed, to straddling him at the hips, her slick juices coating his cock, which was sandwiched between them. She lifted her hips and put a hand on his cock, then positioning herself over him, took the first inch of his hardness inside her, moaning and shuddering as she slid down the rest of his length.

“Oh god,” Amelia groaned, then leaned forward and put her hands on the headboard. “Fuuuuuuck,” she exclaimed as the slight change in position caused her clit to press against his pubic bone.

Harrison gently held onto her hips and smiled up at her as she started moving against him, slowly to start with, but soon speeding up the circular motion. Her wetness felt hot and silky around him, causing his cock to throb, the friction only enhancing the way her pussy felt tightly squeezing his cock. Amelia’s moans filled the room and he found himself getting carried away as well. The sex was unexpected and he loved the way it felt to be inside her, to know he was the reason for her cries of pleasure.

His groans came in sync with her moans and as they moved together he could feel his orgasm building. She felt too amazing to try and keep it at bay. The way she moved against him produced the most delicious friction against his cock and he could tell from the increasing grinding motion of her hips that the friction against her clit was having the same effect on her. With each passing minute he could feel her pussy growing tighter around him, he could feel her getting hotter, he could feel the tension spreading through her body.

Amelia began to grind her hips harder but her moans sounded as if they were starting to come from a place of frustration, rather than pleasure; hoping it was what she needed he pulled her down at the hips. The loud cry that followed told him that he had read her cues perfectly and when she started to shriek he could tell she was going to come very quickly.

He was a little sad that the sex was about to be over, but at the same time, he was so caught up in the divine sensations their bodies were creating as they moved together that he almost wanted his orgasm to arrive straight away. He wanted to experience that release with her, wanted to feel her climaxing around him, wanted to feel her melting into his arms as she came down from her orgasm, wanted to hear her struggling to catch her breath as her body trembled with aftershocks.

And that was exactly what happened. Amelia came with a loud cry just seconds before his own orgasm hit. As his cock pulsated and lurched he could feel her pussy tightly squeezing and releasing over, and over, and over. She was struggling to breathe, as was he, and when she collapsed against his chest he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her laboured breaths against his neck. Spontaneously she would shake and her pussy would tightly squeeze and release as the remnants of her orgasm left her body. He loved the little aftershocks, it felt almost as if her pussy was massaging his cock; the sensation was oddly relaxing.

When his cock was too soft to stay inside her they both let out a sigh – part satisfaction, part disappointment – at their bodies no longer being connected. Amelia moved off him and lay so she was partly on her side and rested her head on his chest. He could feel she was touching her belly, and when he moved his hand down so he was also touching it, he was surprised to feel it was almost rock hard.

“Is everything okay?” Harrison asked, that panicked feeling coming back.
“It’s a braxon hicks contraction,” Amelia explained and Harrison nodded, he had heard of them before but wasn’t too sure what it was. She didn’t seem worried though, so he decided it was probably harmless.
“Does it hurt?” Harrison questioned, naturally equating the word ‘contraction’ with pain.
“Not really, it’s just tight,” Amelia replied. “It will go away soon,” she added, and as if to prove her point, he could feel the tension escaping from her belly.
“That felt weird,” Harrison acknowledged and Amelia giggled quietly.
“It is a really weird feeling, Charlotte used to get them all the time when she was pregnant with Milly Moo, first time I felt her have one I freaked out in a big way,” Amelia commented. “It’s kind of like a practice contraction,” she explained and he knew she was saying it to reassure him.
“As long as you’re okay,” Harrison replied with a yawn and kissed her gently.
“We should get back to sleep,” Amelia yawned.
“I love you,” Harrison informed her.
“I love you too,” Amelia replied and after another brief kiss, she nuzzled her face into his neck and they both gave in to sleep.

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4 thoughts on “Harrison’s 3am wake up call

  1. Although the polyamory is only lightly hinted at in this excerpt, at the end, the part that I really loved was the way they enjoy their lovemaking in the midst of ‘real life’: pregnancy, needing to get sleep, etc.

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      • Well, yeah, it’s that way for most of us, I’m pretty sure. But it also makes for a better story, doesn’t it? I mean, it’s so much easier to identify with characters for whom life does interrupt, who have half a dozen things pinging for their attention, who are tired, who don’t have endless energy or amazing contortion abilities (heh). 🙂

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