She lets out a nervous giggle, shaking her head. It’s not like her to be so shy. “What is it?” I ask.
“I was just thinking about the time Mac caught us just like this. Where’s Cory?”
“He’s probably in his room with whatever girl he found online. You want me to fuck you here, baby?”
“Yes,” she rasps. She wraps both hands around my neck, pushing our faces together and kisses me. Her tongue slides into my mouth, fucking mine like she hasn’t just made me wait for fucking ever to taste her mouth again.
I won’t ignore how big of a step this is. She’s been avoiding our mouths touching for months, and now she is on me, needy, wanting. Her tongue scrapes the roof of my mouth, and mine jabs along the inside of her cheek. We continue sucking, biting, kissing as the heat between us intensifies.
Her teeth glide against my lips, and she pulls away. “Fuck,” she pants, sitting upright.
“Best fucking kiss of my life.” I reach between her thighs, thrusting two fingers inside her. I’m hard, pushing in deep, and she squirms, riding my hand as best she can from this position.
“So, wet for me, baby.” She shivers when my breath brushes against her ear.
“Always.” Her body loosens as I continue to play with her, fingers rubbing everywhere but her clit. She loves the teasing, but finally she groans. “Please, Dom. Please, I need you.”
“What do you need?” I coax, and my thumb rubs lightly against her clit for a second, then I pull it away before she can enjoy too much of the pleasure.
“You.” She repeats, desperate. “I need you. All of you. Your kisses, your hands, your dick. Fuck.” She emits a low moan that goes on forever, when I reward her with my thumb on her clit. She scoots her ass forward, so she’s all the way to the edge of the couch and fumbles with my jeans.
“Easy, baby,” I chuckle, but she shakes her head and continues to unbutton me, dragging my pants off.
“Now, D. Fill me. I need it now.”
“Condoms are in the bedroom.” I groan, nipping at her chin. How fucking inconvenient. I need to keep some in my wallet. She groans too, but then she grabs ahold of my dick and pushes it towards the entrance to her pussy. Her head tilts up, looking between us as she coats the head of my dick with her arousal, then slides the tip in. I smirk, pushing my dick towards her. She loves to watch me slide inside her.
“Fuck.” I grind through my teeth. I’ve been dying to feel this again, my bare cock sliding in and out of her. “You feel like fucking heaven.”
Her heels dig into my ass, pulling me deeper, as her hips lift and slam into me with each thrust. “Shit.” She moans, rubbing her tits through her dress. She pinches a nipple and grinds her hips in circles as I slam into her. Then I feel it, her pussy clenching as her orgasm builds. She moans, still massaging her breasts, as she milks my cock. It sends me over the edge, and before I can pull out, I’m unloading inside her.
I lean forward, panting in her ear. My knees are getting too old to be fucking on hardwood like that.They’re splitting with pain, so I move to the couch, pulling her on top of me to snuggle.
“Fuck.” She panics. “That was so dumb.”
“You didn’t get on birth control?”
“I did, but it takes a bit to kick in.” She rests her head on my chest.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you do that. I was just so horny, and I’m drunk.”
I shake my head, her panic settling wrong in my stomach. “You’re so scared to have my baby? I know what we’re doing is messed up. I know you don’t trust me, but I fucking love you.”
She freezes, her eyes widening at my words, and I fear I’ve scared her off for good. I’ve just admitted I love her and I want children with her. Meanwhile, she can’t move past a no-strings attached fuck. Dragging a hand over my face, I huff at my stupid confession of love. I’ve ruined this whole setup.
“I can’t have children.” Her blunt words have me pausing.
“You have Charlotte.”
“It’s… complicated.”
I shake my head, confused as hell. “You’re gonna have to explain this to me like I’m five, because I am so lost.”
So, she does.
She tells me about her miscarriage, all about the emergency birth of her daughter. She explains how hard she tried for a second baby, how she never managed, then she lets out a sad breath.
“Most patients who’ve had a placental abruption struggle to get pregnant again, and I’ve had two,” she says. “It can still happen, but it hasn’t. I haven’t been pregnant since Charlotte. Matt and I tried, it just never happened.”