by Leah Shay
Jared knelt in front of me. I jumped as his warm tongue sliced through my v-jay.
"Mmm, cherries." He went for another taste and then another.
Deliberately he embedded his index and middle finger deep inside my v-jay with his palm up and, in a "come here" motion of his fingers, he stimulated my G-spot. A total body magical, euphoric feeling consumed my entire body. My bladder felt like it was about to burst, so I tightened my pelvic muscles to keep the pee in.
Fluid squirted out of me at him. I shrieked at the sudden release. My toes curled and my fingers hurt from my tightening grip. An unbelievable release flowed from me as I continued to squirt, and bit my lips to prevent from screaming.
"Holy shit!" I blurted out as I tried to close my legs, but he prevented me with his other hand. His fingers picked up a faster, deeper rhythm stimulating my G-spot.
My entire body continued to spasm as he withdrew his fingers.
"Did I just pee?" I asked embarrassed that I had lost my bladder control.
"No, Kyra, you squirted." He smiled.
What the fuck is squirting?
"I peed."
"It's not pee, babe. You had a total body orgasm. You ejaculated."
What was he talking about? Women ejaculate?
Jared wiped the fluid from his chest and brought his fingers to my lips. Reluctantly I took a sniff, then stuck my tongue out. My lips closed down on the tip of his fingers. It did not smell like pee. It tasted too sweet to be pee, and the consistency was a little thicker.
He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean.
Why did he have to do that?
I grew hot as I watched him stick his fingers in his mouth and sucked my juice from them. My body could not physically handle another round and neither could my mind, but I wanted that thick, long dick in me. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes.
"Look at me, Kyra," Jared said tenderly.
I turned my head to look at him and immediately wished I hadn't. Our eyes met and they held me in a trance. He lowered his lips to mine. "Do you want me to fuck you, or have you had enough?"
"I can never get enough of you, Jared Stern."
My mind agreed, but at the moment my body was exhausted. I needed to take my vitamins regularly, and start an exercise routine; dance class alone was definitely not enough for me to keep up with him.
"All you have to do is ask, baby."
He slowly grinded his hips against mine.
"You'll have to beg, Kyra," he teased.
I hated having to beg, but that was my only option. I wanted him in me, to fuck me, and all I had to do was beg.
"Please..."
"Please what, Kyra?" he said so gently, emotion evident in his eyes.
"Please, Jared..."
"Say it...Say it, Kyra." His voice strangled with emotions.
"I want to feel you inside me...Please, fuck me." Those words felt so foreign coming from me. I'd have to get used to begging. Didn't know how, but I had to get over this lingering insecurity and learn to verbally express myself sexually.
He closed his eyes and relief swept over his face. He could not hold on much longer himself. He plunged in me, unable to wait a second more. I cried out in sweet pain as my bruised v-jay burned from his sudden entrance. The exquisite pain and consuming passion coalesced and a tear flowed down my cheek as I welcomed him inside me. I loved the way he filled me up as I stretched to accommodate him snuggly inside me as he buried himself in my tunnel of love. He plunged over and over again deep inside me. His magic wand stroked my G-spot. Neither of us could hold on for much longer. Then there was a body wrenching explosion as all that pent up, agonizing emotion burst out of me. My legs trembled violently, my insides quivered, my mind reeled like it was caught up in a tornado.
"Fuck!" I exploded.
I was confused, weak, limp, still holding on to the legs of the counter and could not let go. I could not feel my hands anymore. I released my hold on the counter legs to get feelings back into my hands. Jared lay next to me spent, motionless, and breathing steadily. That orgasmic explosion between us must have leveled the closet. When I opened my eyes, the closet would bear no resemblance to what it was before.
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Jared and I could not get enough of each other. I was making up for the years of lost sex, and this was the best sex I'd ever had. It had gotten to the point where he did not even have to touch me; I'd get hot and wet instantly from a look, his voice, his presence, his hot body. I could not help it. I craved him constantly, and he was more than happy to oblige me. He was hooked. I was hooked and could not get enough, no matter how battered and bruised my v-jay was.
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I had to cancel my gynecologist appointment; I could not let Dr. Ryan, whom I'd been going to for years, see me in such a condition - swollen, bruised, chafed, reddened, and a couple of tiny lacerations to my perineum that felt much worse than it looked. We were each other's drug of choice. Jared had turned me into an addict: addicted to each other.
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Jared should have returned to the apartment - a few hours ago, but bad weather had grounded his jet. I lay in our dimly lit bedroom, the drapes wide open as heavy rain beat down on the window. The bed felt big and empty and I missed him. The pouring rain in the darkened Miami sky resounded my empty darkened spirit.
My phone chimed. Hazel eyes appeared on my screen and immediately brightened my rain sodden spirit.
Jared's text: Are you thinking about me right now?
My text: I've been thinking about you all day, Jay.
Picturing your passion filled eyes looking down on me.
Jared's text: Oh, now you're calling me by my nickname? I guess I must be your boyfriend...
Then a wild thought crossed my mind. Sexting. How hard could that be?
My text: Enjoy.
I snapped a picture of my perky boobies, attached it, and sent it to Jared.
Jared's text: I like. Thinking about you is making me hard. When I get home, I am going to wear you out.
My text: Can't wait.
Jared's text: Going crazy thinking about how your warm, wet, tight pussy grips my dick.
The pleasurable warmth in my pelvis grew. My clit and vulva became very sensitive as they engorged with blood. They craved his touch, my magic wand penetrating me. Without hesitation I could not resist the urge to touch myself. I was wet.
My text: I am so hot for you, I have to touch myself.
Jared's text: Can't wait to feel your hot, wet, tight cunt around my throbbing dick getting wetter and tighter with each stroke.
My text: Umm. I ache for you, my love.
I opened up an attachment he sent. To my delight, it was a picture of his erect penis, long, thick, uncut, solid and hard as a rock, curving upward. Sitting on his saluting dick was at the forefront of my mind. Now I had a picture. I'd have to change my security password on my phone.
Jared's text: I love to feel you stretch around me, receiving me as I plunder deeper and deeper into your honey pot, my sweet personal heaven. To watch as you squirm under my brutalizing dick begging me for more.
My text: So hot and wet my panty is dripping with my juice. Have to go change.
Jared's text: Keep it warm. Will be home soon.
After taking another quick shower, I slid back between the sheets naked. The falling rain was a comforting sound. Jared should be here soon.
A crash of thunder woke me, a bolt of lightning lit up the room. My heart raced. Where was Jared? I checked the clock; I was asleep for about an hour. I pressed the button on the remote and the drapes closed, locking out the intruding lightning. I hated lightning. I could handle thunder. As the room blackened, a beam of light shone under the bathroom door. I was sure I had turned off that light. I was about to get out of bed to investigate when a shadow moved under the door. The lights went out and Jared's silhouette stood in the doorway. I fought the urge to run to him, to throw my arms and legs around him, but pretended to be asleep instead.
He slid underneath the covers next to me, naked. Gently he caressed my breasts and slowly moved down to my belly. I lay still.
"How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?" he whispered huskily in my ear.
"You knew I wasn't sleeping?" I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"You snore when you sleep."
"I do not." I laughed out loud.
"Yes, you do. Let's not debate that."
His hand slid between my legs, which opened to welcome him, and that was the end of that debate.
All my needs resurfaced. I was hot all over for him and he was here to cool me down.
Chapter Twelve
My period this month concerned me. I spotted for five days, unlike the moderate flow I usually have. My body was telling me something with a series of symptoms: tenderness of the breast, hyper-salivating, and an awful taste in my mouth that urged me to eat to get rid of it. The more I thought about these symptoms, the more worried I became. I needed to talk to my best friend. I called her up. Within ten minutes, she was at my house.
"What's wrong?" Jenn asked kindly, as she brushed past me into the room.
"Jenn, I think I might be pregnant."
"What?" The look on her face made me feel as if I was in a deep mess. "You're on the pill. Did you mess up?"
"No, I am on the pill and I take it every morning religiously. I've never missed a day," I explained.
"Did you take any other medication that could make the pill ineffective?"
"No, I did not!" I said, growing frustrated.
"Did you take a pregnancy test?"
"Not yet, but I know I am. I know my body, okay?" I cried. "This can't happen, Jenn. I'm looking like a gold digging whore right now. I'm sorry, but I'm not having it. I'm not carrying it..." I could hear myself growing hysterical.
"Kyra, I have a pregnancy test at home. Let me get it and you can do the test, so we can know for sure," Jenn said calmly, trying to appease me in my panic.
"I know I'm pregnant. How could this happen? He can't know, Jenn," I wailed.
"Kyra, don't go there. Come on, let's go to my house."
My phone chimed.
Jared's text read: How are you, love? Just checking in.
I texted him back: Doing fine. I'll call you later.
I was very glad that had not been a phone call. It would have gone very differently. After retrieving the pills from my medicine cabinet, I left with Jenn to go to her house. Aunt Maggie was in the kitchen, making one of her delicious meals. My mouth watered even more as the aroma stimulated my palate. Nate was in his room, playing games.
At Jenn's house, Miguel, her fiancé, was watching TV in the family room. He eyed us curiously as we rushed up the stairs.
"Kyra," he called, "is everything all right?"
"I'm fine, Dr. Sanchez," I answered sarcastically.
"You called at a bad time, Kyra," Miguel replied.
"Behave, Miguel!" Jenn warned.
"I'm sorry, babe," Miguel apologized, and then he turned back to the TV.
We went upstairs to her bathroom. Jenn handed me the pregnancy test and gestured toward the toilet. She shut the door behind me.
"Please let it be negative. Please let it be negative," I chanted.
I would have been so happy if something else was wrong with me, anything but being pregnant. I peed on the stick and handed it to Jenn, who was outside the door. I sat on the toilet seat and waited.
"What is it?" I called a couple of minutes later.
"You need to see this. I can't tell."
She had the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. "Look."
"It looks like a negative." I scrutinized the blue line in the window closely.
"Look closer - right there." She pointed.
I could see a barely visible line forming a positive test result.
"I can barely see that!" I sat on the side of her marble tub, too weak to stand. "Everybody's going to think I did this on purpose," I lamented.
"Kyra, calm down. From what you've told me, he wanted kids, so he might be happy about this."
Jared's voice echoed in my head. You are the first woman I've met who I'd like to be the mother of my kids. "I need to know how this happened, and I need a blood test."
"Kim is at urgent care. We could go there," Jenn said. Kim was Jenn's older sister, a physician's assistant.
"I think we should go to our hospital. I might need to kill two birds with one stone."
"What do you mean? I'm confused."
"Jenn, if I'm pregnant, these are not birth control pills."
I reached into my bag, searched around, and came up with two packets of birth control pills: one that I removed from my medicine cabinet and the other that I traveled with as a backup.
Jenn's mouth opened in shock. "How devious he is. Talk about stopping at nothing."
We drove in silence. I was thankful for that. I needed time to think, time to process and analyze the situation he had placed me in. Tears flowed down my face. I looked out the window so that Jenn would not see me crying.
The hospital was the last place I wanted to be. I had taken the night off from work so that I could be with Jared tomorrow when he got back from his business trip. We only had a few hours together before he left for Brazil.
Rick, our friend who worked in the lab, hurried over to us as we entered. Jenn had called ahead to let him know we were coming.
"Ladies, right this way," Rick said. He gestured toward a chair.
I sat and stretched my arm out.
"Pregnancy test?" he verified.
"Stat," I agreed.
I hated needles, but right now Rick could have poked me with the biggest gauge needle and I would not have felt anything. I heard the snap of the tourniquet as he released it and looked down. Rick was finished and I had not even felt a needle stick.
Jenn and I sat in the waiting room and waited silently for the results. She was texting and I was resisting every urge to call Jared and let him have it. I considered calling him and breaking off the relationship to escape his deceit. I could not forgive him for this.
Rick entered the waiting room and handed me the pregnancy results; they would be the deciding factor in this relationship. With trembling hands, I unfolded the paper and my eyes went to the hCG levels. My greatest fears were confirmed. I was four weeks pregnant. I handed the results to Jenn.
After thanking Rick, I left the waiting room in a daze. One more piece of the puzzle needed to be solved. We took the elevator to the sixth floor. Emilio was at the pharmacy window.
"Emilio, I need a big favor."
"What's up, Kyra?" Emilio asked.
"Can you please tell me what these are?"
"They look like birth control pills," Emilio said as he turned the packets over to inspect them.
"But, Emilio, are they really birth control pills?" I emphasized.
"Give me a minute." He left with the packets, and we continued to wait. Jenn was unusually quiet, watching me closely.
After a few minutes, Emilio returned and placed the packets on the counter, along with a couple of pills that he had removed from each packet.
"Take a close look at the pills, Kyra. What don't you see?"
He handed me a magnifying glass. I held it over the pills that came from my medicine cabinet. I then moved the magnifying glass over to my backup pills that I carried in my handbag. I immediately saw the difference.
"No imprint code. These are placebos."
Emilio nodded.
"Thanks so much, Emilio," I said, stunned.
I walked away with Jenn at my side. I was blinded with fury. Jenn led me into the bathroom and locked the door. I washed my face with cold water in an effort to quench the mounting rage inside me. I knew he wanted kids, but not this badly. I had dreams - my career to think about - and more kids were not in my plans. I worked full-time, went to school, put in clinical hours, had my son, and now I was pregnant. The latter was not on my agenda and Jared knew
it. What hurt the most was that he took me for a fool; he had tricked me and used me. If I had gotten pregnant by accident, I would not have been this angry. I could deal with an accidental pregnancy, but to be deceived this way was unthinkable. It was unconscionable of him to do what he did.
"I'm not having it," I said positively. "Let's go home."
When we were back in the car, Jenn finally said, "Kyra, I know you are upset right now. Please don't do anything you'll regret."
"When Rob and I were trying to get pregnant, I used to purposefully miss my pills hoping that would work, and I ended up having to take fertility medication to get pregnant with Nate."
"Kyra, I'm here for you as always. Please promise me you'll think about this and not make any hasty decisions, especially in the condition you're in right now."
"I've made my mind up."
"Kyra, he loves you."
"I'm beginning to think he's not capable of love. How could he do this to me?"
"What he did was wrong. I know you have a lot on your plate right now, Kyra, but things have a way of working themselves out."
"Jenn, what are people going to think about me? Especially his family..."
"Stop thinking about other people. Obviously, he does not care about what other people think. Kyra, he did this because he wants a child badly, but you have the power here."
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Aunt Maggie looked up from her book as I came into the living room. "Are you okay, Akyra?" she asked. When I was a child, she had only used my full name when I was in trouble. Now that I was an adult, it signified that she knew something was amiss.
"I'm fine, Aunt Magg."
"If you say so," she said and turned her attention back to her book.
Nate was in bed watching TV when I came into his room.
"Mom, where have you been? You had us so worried."