Page 48 of Blackout

“You hear that?” he rasps, meeting my gaze. “We’re all good, baby.”

“Yeah, we are,” I whisper, mindlessly bringing our joined hands to rest on my belly. Dr. Heltzer removes the wand and the nurse prints out our first sonogram photo.

“I’ll leave you to get dressed and then you can meet me in my office,” Dr. Heltzer says, tossing the latex gloves into the trash. A minute later it’s just me and Blackie in the room and he helps me off the exam table. I’m about to remove the paper gown from my body when he gently spins me around and lifts his hands to my face. There is no trace of the troubled expression he entered the room wearing. All there is, is love.

Endless love and boundless joy.

He bends his head and brushes his lips gently over mine.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “I love you so fucking much.”

The gentleness fades as he crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me with urgency. His tongue probes my lips and I sigh into his mouth as I welcome the taste of him. Our tongues tangle, our teeth nip and our lips wrestle. Heat spreads throughout my body, settling between my thighs and I arch against him as his fingers work the knot on the paper gown. Once he has it untangled, he spreads it open and slides his hands up my body, cupping my oversensitive breasts in his palms.

A moan rumbles from my lips as I feverishly continue to kiss him

“Lace,” he growls, drawing my lip between his teeth. My hands blindly move down his body, settling over his denim clad erection. I press the heel of my hand against the outline of his cock and he groans.

“Shit, Lace…girl, you’re killing me.”

Releasing my breasts, he wraps his arms around me and grabs my ass before lifting me onto the exam table. He spreads my legs and steps between them and as I remove the gown from my shoulders, I forget we’re in the doctor’s office or that he’s waiting for us. I forget my fears and the voices inside my head too.

“Then we’re even because these last three days just about killed me,” I confess, reaching for the zipper on his jeans. “I missed you, Blackie. I missed you so damn much.”

Something flickers in his eyes and he snaps, threading five fingers through my hair and plunging two inside my pussy. Meeting his gaze, I gasp as I clench around him. His thumb finds my clit, gently stroking it as he bends his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I cry, sliding closer to the edge of the table as he tugs my hair and inserts another finger deep. My hips buck, my back arches, and his mouth moves from my tit to my neck. His cool tongue slides over my beating pulse as he fingers me.

“Quiet,” he orders, rolling his thumb over my clit again.

Holding back a moan, I bite my lip as I start to crest. With an ironclad fist around my hair, he pumps his fingers mercilessly until my lip starts to bleed and I come. I lick the blood from my lip as my nails dig into the leather covering his shoulders. Gasping, I force my eyes to focus as he loosens his hold and untangles his fingers from my hair. Lust clouds his eyes as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and pops them into his mouth. I whimper as he licks them clean and I reach for him, sliding my hand in the front of his jeans.

As my hand closes around his cock someone knocks on the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Petra? Is everything okay? Dr. Heltzer is waiting for you.”

“Shit,” Blackie hisses, covering my hand with his. Squeezing his shaft, I glance at the door.

“Yes,” I call. “We’ll be right there.” I wait until I hear her footsteps trail away from the door before I turn back to Blackie. “Think he’ll mind if we finish?”

He curls his lip in response and pulls our hands out of his pants.

“As soon as we go home, you’re taking my cock, Lace,” he says, stepping back. “I haven’t decided where yet but you’re going to fucking take it and you're going to take it hard.”

“Sounds like a good time,” I tease, brushing my unruly hair away from my face.

“You’re bleeding,” he points out, tipping his chin to my lip.

“I’ll live,” I reply, hopping off the exam table. As I’m about to grab my clothes from the chair, he tags my hand and pulls me against his body. Dipping his head, he licks the blood from my lip. The gesture causes my nipples to pebble against his chest and all the heat rushes between my legs once more.

“Get dressed,” he demands, slapping my ass. “Before I put you back in those stirrups and fuck you senseless.”

Somehow, we find our self-control and peel ourselves off one another. I quickly dress and when we walk into Dr. Heltzer’s office, I’m certain he knows I just came on his exam table.

Talk about awkward.

I just raised the bar.

“I’m going to write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and the receptionist at the front desk will schedule an appointment for next week,” he starts, peeling his eyes away from his computer screen. “There’s just one more thing, I’d like to address.”

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