Page 47 of Spiralling Skywards: Fading
His words made my nose tingle, and I shook my head in answer. “Come and get in my bed then.”
“If I get in your bed I’m gonna wanna touch ya.”
“I might just want you to touch me.”
His face lit up and he wiggled his eyebrows up and down as he gave me one of his big, crinkly eyed smiles.
“Yeah?”
I threw the sheets back.
“There’s more than one way to skin a cat. Get in here.”
His shoes and suit trousers were off in an instant, and he climbed into bed beside me.
“I wanna feel your skin on mine,” I told him.
He helped me pull off my pyjama bottoms and then slid the straps of my vest down my arms. Instead of pulling it over my head, he pulled it down my body and off, disappearing under the blankets as he did so. When he reappeared, his hair was sticking up in all directions.
“Take off your shirt,” I whispered.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I dunno. Coz we’re doing bad things, and I don’t wanna get caught.” I laughed as I spoke, making him laugh, too.
He pulled his shirt off over his head and then cuddled me against his chest. He had a smattering of fair hair there and my nipples react as they brushed against it. I had been unbelievably horny during my pregnancy, and it had been over a week since he touched me last. Going from two or three times a day to nothing was tantamount to torcher.
I slid my hand inside his boxers and wrapped it around his dick, which was already hard for me.
“Jesus, babe, you squeeze like that for too long I’m gonna make a mess in your hand.” He mumbled around a mouthful of my nipple as he slid his hand down my body and between my legs.
“That’s all right, we’ll just clear it up.”
“Fuck me, you’re wet.”
“Yep, I’m as horny as you are.”
“You were such a good girl when we met.” He spoke and laughed against my throat, which just made my nipples even harder.
“I was, but you corrupted me.”
“I think I like the corrupted version better.”
He pushed two fingers inside me only to pull them out a moment later so he could circle them around my clit.
“You didn’t like me when we first met?”
“Oh, I more than liked you. One look, baby. One look at that arse in that skirt and the way your tits jiggled when you walked had me hooked. Your skin? Your skin is amazing, Sarah, but your face . . . I watched you walk away from that bar and mentally begged you to turn around, and it was as if you heard me. You stopped exactly like someone called your name, and you turned around and looked at me. The moment I saw your face, I was yours. From that moment on, my heart’s only beat for you.”
We both stopped moving and just stared at each other.
“I heard you,” I told him quietly.
“Heard me?”
“In my head. You said that you mentally begged me. Well, something inside me heard you. I felt a pull, and I couldn’t walk away. It was as if I had no choice. I had to turn around.”
He wiped tears from beneath my eyes that I didn’t even know were there and lent his forehead against mine. Our bodies were pressed so tightly together that when the baby kicked, I knew he felt it. He was still smiling as he moved his mouth to mine again before crawling down the bed and kissing my belly. Holding his weight off me with his elbows, he moved back up and pushed my boobs, which were getting to be beyond a manageable size at that stage, together and stared down at them.
