Page 25 of Connie
I touch the end of the toy to my clit and let out my own cry as the pleasure washes through my body. I’ve been on the edge of another orgasm for hours after our Jacuzzi encounter earlier. I need more and as much as I may threaten using my vibrator to achieve it, it’s not enough. What I need is the hot piece of male currently burning up in the living room.
I let out another moan as my climax gets closer and I’m just about to tip over the edge when I hear movement. I take the vibrator away slightly and wait. It’s only a second later that a shirtless, frustrated looking Fin storms through the doorway.
“You fucking win, alright, you win,” he grates out as he shoves his jeans down his legs and removes his shoes and socks. I barely get a chance to admire the perfection that is Fin’s naked body before the bullet in my hand is snatched away and I hear it shatter against the wall as his mouth makes contact with my pussy. His lips latch on to my clit and he sucks like he needs it to survive.
“Fin, fuck,” I shout into the room as my orgasm crashes through my body like nothing I’ve felt before. All that foreplay was so fucking worth it. It goes on and on.
When I come down from my high I can’t help anther wave of pleasure rush through me when I see his bright shining eyes looking back at me from where he’s sat between my legs.
“Connie,” he mutters before moving so he’s on top of me and kissing me like it could be the last time. I have to swallow a large lump at the thought that this could be the last time.
Present…
“Miss Foster.”
“Connie Foster?”
“Connie?”
A woman putting her hand gently on my knee brings me from my daydream.
“Shit…sorry,” I say when I look up into her kind eyes.
“It’s okay, my dear. I know this can all be a little overwhelming. Come on through when you’re ready,” she says motioning towards the white door.
I get up and follow her into the room to find out my fate. Is my gut feeling right and everything is okay or has this whole disaster ended with even more heartbreak? The thought of not having a part of Fin growing inside of me has tears stinging my eyes.
“If you can lie down on the bed, pull your top up and shimmy your trousers down slightly,” the sonographer says all matter of fact but she soon changes her tone when she looks up at me. “Oh, now come on, let’s have a look and see what’s going on before you start that,” she says handing me a tissue. “There may be nothing to cry about.”
I swallow down my tears and square my shoulders in an attempt to prepare myself for what’s to come. I was so confident that everything was going to be okay that I didn’t really give myself a chance to think about how I might feel if I’m wrong and I’ve lost…no I can’t think about it. No what if’s, I need to know the truth then I’ll work out how to deal with it if that is my fate.
“Okay, I’m just going to tuck this tissue into the front of your trousers,” she says soothingly as she does what she says, “and now I’m going to squeeze some jelly on your belly, it’ll be cold as the machine hasn’t had time to warm it.”
She’s right and I jump a little when the cold gel hits me.
“Okay, let’s have a little look then and see what’s going on.” As she says this she grabs the scanner thingy and places it to my belly. I try to crane my neck to see the screen in front of her as the one at the bottom of the bed is off, I guess in case there is indeed nothing to look at.
“Okay so…” she begins to say after what seems like hours in a tone that I can’t decipher. I hear her take a breath ready to continue but she doesn’t even get the chance to start because the door flies open and slams back against the wall. My stomach lurches with the unexpected crash and when I look up to see what’s going on I have to fight the urge to puke over the side of the bed.
Fin is stood in the open doorway looking flustered and confused. His eyes are wide as he assesses the situation around him and his chest is heaving with his laboured breathing. Movement behind him catches my attention and I see my very sheepish looking older brother. Fucking Ruben.
“Excuse me, we are in the middle of an examination you can’t be in here,” the sonographer says all matter of factly, although she stutters slightly when she gets a good look at Fin. If I didn’t know him so well I think I’d be a little intimidated by his presence.
“It…” my voice gets stuck in my throat and I have to cough to clear it. “It’s okay, he should be here…I guess,” I manage to whisper.
The sonographer nods and asks him to come in and shut the door behind him. He does as he’s told and just stands awkwardly by the door looking more and more confused by the second.
“Pull a chair over and sit next to Connie,” she says as she turns the screen towards us and my heart skips a beat.
Fin
“Oh, look out the boss is about,” Ollie sings from his place on top of the ladder I’m holding. We’ve been on site all of about ten minutes and Ollie has managed to cause a leak already, the last thing I need is Ruben here sticking his two pence in.
“Fin,” Ruben snaps, “you need to come with me,” he demands and starts marching back the way he came.
Once Ollie is back on solid ground I jog after Ruben. “But I’ve got Ollie here with me, I can’t just le-”
“Mark is coming as his job’s at a standstill. He’ll be here in a couple of minutes. Get in,” he instructs when we reach his car.
