Page 75 of The Biggest Secret
CHELSEA
Looking back, I feel like we kept secrets right from the start. I didn’t want to tell him about my dad, so I kept that a secret, and it nearly ruined us. I was afraid to tell him I was pregnant and that did ruin us for some time. Grace was never explained and though she made a secret more than it was, it still played a toll on us.
But right now? I feel like we’re starting over. Everything that could have been said has been said. Everything that was kept in the dark now has light and room to grow.
This baby, conceived in love once again, has room to grow.
It’s been two months since the wedding and we’ve managed to keep our last secret between us, Britt and Janet. I explained to Adam he was third in line for knowing because even I didn’t know. He understood the surprise it was to me, but said he was happy his mom got to be a part of the secret.
I slowly come awake, its early morning and Adam is still next to me.I figured he would have been long gone for work by now, but it makes me smile that he’s sleeping contently next to me.
Reaching for him, I let my fingers dance across his strong chest down his abs. He turns toward me automatically, his body looking for me even in his sleep.
“Peaches,” he mumbles out, still half asleep.
“I’m here.”
“Mmmm,” is his only response as he grabs my waist and pulls me into him. “I love waking up to you.”
I smile against his chest, feeling the same way. He slides his leg between mine and gives me just enough pressure to make me needy. I breathe out a long, frustrated sigh and he laughs a low rumble.
“Something you need, CJ?”
I wrap my arm around his back, pulling myself in closer, shamelessly rubbing myself on his large thigh wedged between my legs. This pregnancy has already been so different, in just the few short weeks since finding out. I’m warm all the time, so I sleep naked, which in turn makes me crave Adam’s touch all the time. I can never get enough. And I know he’s not mad about it. His chest rumbles again with desire and the moan that escapes my lips only amps us both.
“You’re so wet.” In an instant, he’s rolled me to my back, the thigh that was wedged between mine spreads me open and he settles against my core. He begins rocking slowly, teasing me, his eyes dance with fire as he leans on his right forearm next to my head and uses his left to circle my nipple, bringing it to a hard point.
“Adam, please. I just need it. Quick. Hard. I’m begging you,” I whimper and give him my best puppy dog eyes with a pouty lip. He nips my lip and laughs, eyes flicking back to mine.
“Beg all you want, Peaches, but I know what you need. And I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready.”
He moves down my body and I run my hands through his hair, encouraging him to go lower. He pauses, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow. I giggle at his warning and the smirk I love so much, peeks out as he dips his head low again. I settle in needing to feel his kiss, his tongue on my most sensitive parts.
He guides my legs over his shoulders and gets in close, blowing coolair on my clit. “Woman, you are so swollen, I bet you only need one lick to send you over the edge.”
“Yes, Adam.”
“But what fun would that be?” I grip the sheets trying to hold off the orgasm that is ready to break the surface. He wants me to submit to him, to lay here and let him work me over however he sees fit. But I’m too far gone for that.
“Adam, please. I can’t hold off. I need you inside me.”
“I can see your clit pulsing. Jesus, Chelsea, what a sight. You’re dripping for me.”
His dirty talk is pushing me over the edge. “Adam, I can’t wait.” With that sentence he latches onto my clit and sucks, while pushing two fingers deep inside me. “Ohhh,” I let out a low, guttural moan, my body arching off the bed, vibrating with every flick of his tongue and pump of his fingers.
He brings me down, giving me long licks, replacing his fingers with his tongue, fucking me with it as he pets my clit tenderly, working me into a frenzy all over again.
“Adam, please. I need your dick.”
He lets out a snicker. “I love you pregnant, Chelsea. Fuck, you’re so hot.” He gets onto his knees and yanks me around his hips, thrusting into me. “I’ll give you whatever you need, all day, woman. Just ask me. Ask me for my dick and I’ll give it to you.”
His hands fall at either side of my head and his thrusts become increasingly harder and fast paced. He’s chasing a release as quickly as I need another. He leans over me, flicking my nipple with his tongue in rhythm with his quick strokes and I break. I let out a yell, unable to keep quiet. He throws his hand over my mouth, laughing darkly as we’re eye to eye.
“Don’t you wake my son, Chelsea. I’m not done with his Momma yet.”
Oh, fuck. My eyes roll into the back of my head as another orgasm washes over me. He’s shaking above me, his hips slamming mine as his own release takes over his body. His breath coming in hard gasps.
“Christ, Peaches, your pussy sucked me in so tight.” We’re bothtrying to gain control of our breathing when we hear little feet running down the hall. Our eyes go wide staring at each other.
