Page 27 of The Baby
This was what he expected. For me to go down on him. To take him as deep as I could into my mouth. To lick and swipeandsuck.
All of which was always fun and exciting. The way he jumped in my mouth. Grew even harder than he was whenever I started. Except that wasn’t what I wanted thismorning.
This morning everything was different, and I knew the fear that had dogged me this entire pregnancy was, if not gone, not as overwhelming as it had been. At least not as overwhelming as my desire for my husband. I needed him inside me. Deep inside me. So he would understand that while I was scared, I wasn’t tooscared.
While I had fears, I was willing to work toovercomethem.
Most importantly that I believed and trusted in him to take careofme.
To take careofus.
I worked the pants down his thighs, then I straddled his hips. I took his dick in my hand and pushed him between my legs. I had woken up wet, but the idea of actually fucking him again had me so slick it didn’t matter that it had been months since we’d done this. He slid in easily and I threw my head back, relishing every inch of hispenetration.
I braced my hands on his chest, and this time when I looked down at him, his eyes were open. His hands at mywaist.
“Ellie?”
I heard a million questions in just him saying my name. Was I comfortable with this? Was I okay? Was I sure I was readyforthis?
Every answer was yes. I swiveled my hips and sank down further, and together we were bothgroaning.
He didn’t thrust, didn’t push, didn’t even try to flip me onto my back, which I knew he would eventually do when he was ready to come. Instead he just kept his hands light on my hips and let me do mything.
Up and down and around and down and down,down,down.
“Jake,” I sighed. Because it felt so good. Because I was so close. Because I was so damn happy. So much in love with him andourbaby.
Tears filled my eyes and I didn’t care. I cried and sobbed and rode him as hard as I could. I pulled his hand from my hip and brought it to my breasts. He pinched my nipples and I whimpered. Then both of his hands were cupping and rubbing my breasts. His callused thumbs brushing against mysensitivetips.
I pushed harder, felt him go so deep, felt my clit mashed into his groin and then I was there. Coming and keening and crying all at the same time. I felt him pump, once and then again and then he was right therewithme.
“Fuck, Ellie. Sofuckinggood.”
I collapsed on top of him, but my baby bump didn’t quite fit between us so he rolled us on our side with him pressed against my back, his face inmyneck.
“You came with me on top,” Imuttered.
“Are you kidding? Waking up to the sight of you riding my cock, it’s a wonder I lasted as long as I did,” he muttered against my neck. “Does this mean you’re not afraid of sexanymore?”
I tried to process how I felt. As I said, it wasn’t like the fear was completely gone. It just wasn’t as controlling. “Let’s just say we’re waiting a solid twenty-four hours before trying thatagain.”
He kissed my ear. “Fair enough. Imissedyou.”
“I missed you too,” I whispered even as I felt the tears coming back. I had done this. I had pulled myself away and it wasn’t fair to him. “I’m sosorry…”
“No,” he said, giving me a squeeze. “No more sorry. That’s done and behind us. We only need to think about the future. Going forward, you talk to me. About everything. The good andthebad.”
I nodded. “Ipromise.”
He rubbed his hand over my belly, and suddenly I felt something from the inside. “Ohno.”
“What?”
“Something doesn’t feel right. It’s like, like… I don’t know. Some kind of fluttering. What if we did jar itloose?”
“I don’tthink…”
It happened again, right on the side of my stomach. I brought his hand to the spot. “Can’t youfeelthat?”
