Chapter Eight
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Rayne
I tried to stop her before she sat back all the way. I know the chances of her getting pregnant just from me coming on the outside of her pussy are low but she should have some say in whether or not we're going to start having kids right away or not. I think that ship might have already sailed though.
She looks up at me and I try to pull my gaze away from her fingers covered in my cum. My dick is still hard and the thought of her bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean has me fighting myself so I don't hump her again.
"Did I do this?"
She looks worried as fuck. I have to find out what's put that look on her face and work to take it off. I can't stand seeing her so concerned.
"Yes...and no."
"I...I've never...so much at one time..." I finally catch on to what she's worried about.
"No sweet girl, it's not all you." She just looks at me more confused than ever and I find myself rushing to explain. "You caused it because you made me cum too but that's a very good thing."
"I...I'm really wet. Is that normal?"
I sit up so that we're eye to eye. "Everything between us is normal. You being wet is just your body showing me how much you liked what we did. You making me cum like a fucking teenager is my way of showing you how much I fucking loved it. It will be much needed in the future, trust me." I am not a small man and she's going to need all that liquid heat to fit me inside. I make sure to maintain eye contact the entire time. What we're about to talk about is way too important not to. "Which is why I tried to stop you from sitting back."
Her eyes are so innocent that when she asks I know this is farther than she has ever gone with anybody else before. She's not just a virgin - she's completely untouched. "Why?"
"You...you're pussy is in a puddle of my cum, baby. You know what that means, don't you?"
She doesn't answer me so I go on, "Tell me sweetheart, are you on anything?"
"You." I can't hold back my laugh. I'm not sure if it's from sleep or the orgasm I just gave her but her mind isn't cooperating with her this morning. That's alright. Mine is slow too, still back on the couch watching her ass rise and fall with every glide of her pussy over my shaft.
"No Bunny, I mean birth control. Are you on birth control?"
Realization dawns in her eyes, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"
"Shh, it's alright, baby." I take her face in between my hands and give her a soft, quick kiss. My girl is a worrier.
She proves it very quickly after, "How is it alright?!" Her voice is drenched in worry and anxiety.
"Because the chance that any making it inside of you are really low, baby." I tell her that but how the fuck do I know for sure. There's so much cum between the two of us and her pussy is bare and spread wide. I might not have came inside of her but I damn sure tried to bathe her little pink parts in enough of me that it won't matter.
"But...," she starts nibbling her lower lip, "you think we're okay?"
"I do." Fuck I hope that statement is prophetic and we'll both be saying it not too far down the road. "But we have to get ourselves cleaned up."
Her eyebrows dip low, "Cleaned up?"
I stand with her still in my arms. She lets out the cutest little yelp before wrapping herself around me tight. "I'm not going to drop you baby."
I walk both of us down the hall and into my bedroom. The bedsheets are still rumpled where she was lying last night. I don't set her down but keep moving to the bathroom. I don't want to give her a chance that she might realize what I'm doing and try to do it for herself.
I place her on the vanity and finally allow some space between the two of us but just long enough for me to go hunt down a washcloth. I'm back before she can really even try to hop down, not that she tried. I think my Bunny is still a little stunned by what happened.
I run the cloth under warm water. I start talking to distract her from what I am doing and where it is going to lead. "Want to tell me what happened to make my morning such a great one?"
She looks down and her cheeks bloom pink, "I had a bad dream."
"You know that's normal right. That it helps our brain process what happened to us." I know from experience all about stress dreams and trauma dreams and how people cope with losing everything. It never gets any easier to see each time I have to talk to the victims of a fire.