“Yes, anything,” she panted. The sound of her voice was enough to cause me to lose control, but I couldn’t. I had to keep it together. I had to make sure she didn’t allow me to hurt her. I knew how much she wanted it, needed it, but I also knew Molly wasn’t good at knowing her limits.
I slowly unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to my ankles. Molly’s eyes were glued to mine, and our eyes followed each other as I continued stripping down to only my briefs. I allowed my eyes to wander over her body, her delectable, stunning body. She had no idea what the sight of her being pregnant did to me. I fantasized about her all the time, about what I wanted to do to her, how I wanted to take her, but I restrained myself, knowing I wouldn’t cross those boundaries. But tonight—tonight I would give in and allow ourselves to set free—but only for tonight.
Or so I kept telling myself.
“You look amazing,” I whispered as I crawled on top of the bed and hovered over her glowing body. “You always look amazing,” I corrected. I lowered my mouth and gently kissed her lips. They were sweet and desperate, eager for more, but I wouldn’t give in just yet.
My tongue explored her mouth, tasting every inch of her. My hands freely explored her body, wavering around every curve and sculpted part of her. She moaned in my mouth, over and over, not able to contain herself. It was hot as hell, but way too soon if I was going to keep going tonight.
“Stop,” I demanded. “Stop making those noises or we aren’t going to get very far.”
“I can’t,” she panted. “I’m so desperate for you.”
I rose above her body, taking both of her hands in mine. I rubbed my hands up her arms until they were above her head. “Keep these here,” I ordered. She nodded vigorously and continued allowing me to rub my hands up and down her sides.
I lay soft kisses on her glowing skin. My mouth was desperate for her, desperate to taste her, and desperate to have her come in my mouth as much as I could make her.
My finger followed along the line of her tiny outfit, finding their way inside her. “God, so ready, baby,” I growled, practically ready to explode. I thrust two fingers inside her, stretching her out for me, making sure she was ready. Oh yeah, she’s ready.
I realized she was wearing some kind of attachment, garter device that connected to her stockings and…oh shit, heels. I clenched my eyes tight, trying to contain myself as I thought of Molly in lingerie and heels. Fuck…
“You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Of course not. Just drive you mad, is all.” I could tell she was grinning.
I rolled my hands up her body once more, grabbed the top of her outfit, and yanked down, releasing her breasts immediately.
“Ah,” she cried out, arching her back, taking her by surprise.
“Now, this is more like it.” I smirked. I unclipped the garter and pulled the rest of her top down. I kissed up and down her thighs, carefully making sure I didn’t taste her just yet. No, I wanted the divine desperate taste of her when she fights for what she eagerly wants.
“Drake, baby, please. I need it,” she begged. Her hands grabbed my hair, pulling my face up to where she so desperately wanted me.
I quickly snatched her hands out of my hair and yanked them back up. “I said keep these here.”
“But, I can’t wait. I’m going to explode,” she pleaded.
Well, that is the idea.
“Patience.”
I heard her groan. She was not very good at being submissive. Molly was a control freak, but in the bedroom, she had to learn to let go, to allow me to take control of her needs.
“I will take care of you,” I promised. I continued kissing her skin, not allowing my lips to touch her just yet. I loved to watch her squirm and plead for release. It wasn’t meant to be torturous, but she let go so much harder when I made her work for it.
I pulled her top all the way down to the ankles, getting a full view of her now in just stockings and heels. Fuck, if this wasn’t the sexiest view…I felt that I could die a happy, happy man right then. Molly spread out on our bed, ready and willing, desperate and begging. Yes, I could die and live in Heaven completely satisfied.
I crawled backwards off the bed, pulling her body with mine until her shoes hit the floor. Her body continued lying on the bed, open and ready. I carefully flipped her over, making sure not to be too rough for her growing belly. I grabbed her hips and pulled them up to mine, allowing her arms to freely lay above her head in surrender.
“Fucking perfect,” I muttered as I admired the view in front of me. Molly was stunning, especially when she let go. But bent over in front of me in heels? Yeah, I was about to lose all control. But I had to make sure I didn’t overdo it, I needed to control her so I could control myself.
She moaned and pleaded for release. I knew she needed it, but I didn’t want to give in just yet.
With her bent over the bed, I knelt down to my knees and turned, facing her as I placed my face in between her gorgeous legs.
My tongue licked up her thigh until it met with her taste. I let my tongue explore her, devouring her completely as she buckled down against my mouth. I placed my hands on the back of her thighs as I held her up.
“Oh my god,” she spat out. “Drake, god!” She moaned over and over, her legs shaking. I pressed a finger inside her, syncing it with the rhythm of my tongue. “Oh, god, yes. Yes! Yes! Right therrrrrrrrrrrrrre.” She screamed out so loud, I was actually worried about the neighbors that were three floors down. Her body collapsed on the bed, taking my head with it.
“Oh shit, sorry, babe.” She giggled, releasing me from the hold she had me in.
“Being trapped under you is no punishment.”
“Good to know.”
“Those heels are extremely dangerous. I don’t know if I’m ever going to let you take those off.” I roll my hands up her body, landing right at her perfect, swollen breasts.
“Ooh, careful. Those are a bit sore.”
I pulled my hands off as fast as I could, worried that I had hurt her. “Shit, so sorry, sweetheart.”
“No, it’s fine,” she chuckled. “Just be gentle.”
I take my time as I caress her, making sure to suck and lick every part of her breasts, devouring them into my mouth and tasting them as if it were my first time ever. I didn’t rush it because I simply couldn’t get enough, I wanted more, I craved more.
“Baby, I need you…now. But you have to stay very still. I need to control myself around you so I don’t hurt you. Understand?”
She nodded and tightened her grip around the bedrail.
“Good girl.”
If she reacted, I would completely lose myself in her and would be way too rough. And I definitely couldn’t be rough with her. I knew she wanted it just as badly as I did, but with her needing to be extra careful, I couldn’t risk it.
I slowly aligned my body with hers, as I slid the tip in to make sure she was open and ready. Her body reacted immediately, arching up to greet me at her entrance. I reminded myself to take deep breaths, don’t overdo it, and to take it slow.
I pushed inside her, feeling every part of her as her body took every inch of me. God, she feels so good. It had been weeks since I had been inside of her, and felt her all around me. It took all the damn willpower in the world to keep from taking her hard and deep.
“Oh, yes. Baby…don’t stop,” she begged, arching her body up as we synced.
“Sweetheart…I’m begging you. Do not move. And stay quiet. Or else…I can’t be responsible for how my body reacts.”
“I don’t care!” she yelled. “Harder, please!”
“No, no, no. Stop!” I immediately stopped, not giving into what she was asking for by pushing her hips against mine. I pinned her hands down more aggressively this time. “You aren’t listening.”
“But baby, I need you…” she whimpered.
I closed my eyes for a moment, as I tried to get my body back on track with my mind.
“Shh…
I will take care of you, remember? I promise.”
I waited until she nodded, agreeing to my terms. I released my hold on her hands, but her arms remained above her head.
I continued thrusting against her again, synchronizing our bodies together like waves of rhythmic pulses. My body grinding against her, I so desperately wanted to take more of her, but I contained myself the best I could.
I could tell she was enjoying it, secretly pleading for more. I so wanted to give in, but I continued with sweet and careful thrusts.
“Baby…you can go harder,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. The thoughts that were just telling me to be safe and careful. “Please, just trust me.”
Shit.
I can’t.
I just kept thinking of our babies, and if I hurt her, how would it affect her pregnancy? Would it hurt our babies?
I knew it was a huge mood killer, but I had to be responsible. I couldn’t let a few moments of heated passion ignore the fact that she is suppose to be on bed rest.
“Drake Matthew Stagliano,” she called out, her voice deep and rough. “You better fuck me hard or so help me!”
My eyes bulged out in shock. Holy shit. Who was this woman? It fucking turned me on so damn bad, all worried thoughts went out the window.
I linked her hands with mine above her head and gave her exactly what she wanted.
Hard. And deep.
* * *
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again, holding her body close to mine. The heat and sweat still lingered in the room, molding our bodies together.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Her voice was light and filled with delight.
“That’s not going to happen again,” I told her.
“What? Why?” She turned her body so she could face me. “I told you, I’m fine. I promise.” Her eyes flickered in the city lights reflection, showing off her adorable puppy dog eyes.
Those damn eyes.
“Molly, you tricked me. You know I was worried about you.”
“Yes, but I’m fine. The babies are fine. Everything…is fine.” She smirked, not taking me seriously.
“Molly, I’m serious. I cannot lose control with you again. The risk is too much.” I felt awful. But amazing. But awful at the same time.
“Would you stop making me feel bad? We made love! It was amazing. It was perfect. Now stop it. Stop putting yourself down. Stop making me feel guilty. And stop telling me what my body needs. I think I know my body better than you.”
She grabbed the sheet, stormed off the bed, and ran off to the bathroom. And just like that, I was the biggest moron of all.
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Molly
What the hell was his problem? Besides the fact that we just had the best sex in months, he should have been on cloud nine. Fucking high with euphoria. Or whatever it is men are on afterwards. Either way, they should not feel bad, and he definitely shouldn’t make her feel guilty.
I shouldn’t have run out like that, but it’s these damn hormones that take over. I actually understood his point of view completely, but I just wanted him so badly and to feel him inside me. I didn’t care about the risks. I didn’t care and he did.
Dammit. I’m the idiot.
“Babe, I’m sorry.” I walked out of the bathroom after washing myself up, keeping the sheet wrapped firmly around me. “You were right.” I flashed a sincere smile and walked toward him.
And just like that, we were good again. It never took us long. I snuggled in his arms the rest of the night, letting the beats of our hearts be our music. Just holding me was good enough. Yes. Yes it was.
The next morning, I woke up in excruciating pain. I could barely move as the cramps continued to assault my body. I clenched my stomach, trying to breathe through the pain, but it was impossible. They were coming on too strong and too fast.
“Ow! My god!” I screamed out, hoping Drake was nearby. I couldn’t tell what time it was, but it wasn’t sunny out yet. “Drake!”
I hear the bedroom door whip open and see a shirtless Drake enter. “What is it? Everything alright?”
“No,” I manage to breathe out. “Cramps. Or something. It’s painful.”
As he rushed to my side, I screamed out again as the pain jolted my entire body. “Holy shit. It fricken hurts.”
I immediately saw the guilt in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He was blaming himself.
“Babe, it’s not from last night. Okay? Stop with the worried look,” I tried to soothe him. But he didn’t even flinch.
“I’m calling the doctor.”
He started dialing on his phone as he rushed to the bathroom. He came back out with a hot washcloth.
“Roll over,” he demanded. I complied and let him soothe me with the heat of the towel. It felt good, really good actually. I closed my eyes as I tried to breathe through it and let the heat work its way through my body.
I heard Drake speak, but I was too focused on the pain to hear what was being said.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
In.
Out.
In.
Oh fuck… “Oh my god!” I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing it didn’t help one bit as the pain riveted up and down my side.
It felt like knifes and rubber bands snapping taking their turns on stabbing and snapping my uterus. The pain was so bad it riveted up and down my side, making my entire stomach cramp. I knew what labor pains felt like and although this felt similar, it just didn’t feel right. Something was wrong.
“Doctor is on the way. I’m going to grab a heating pad.” Drake was out the door before I had time to respond. I grabbed the pillow and dug my nails into it. My head sunk down into the mattress, where I let all my cries go.
Drake was back before I knew it, because soon he was reaching for me and laying me back. I braced myself to land on the bed, but Drake was lying behind me. I snuggled against his chest as the pain took turns from feeling sharp to feeling dull.
“Breathe slowly,” he whispered in my ear. “In and out. In and out.”
I did as he said, closing my eyes so I could concentrate. He continued whispering in my ear with each breath. His voice was surprisingly calm, making it easy to focus on his words.
“The doctor said you’re having labor pains,” he said into my ear, oddly relaxed. I could tell he was trying hard to stay calm for my sake.
“What? No way. It’s too soon.”
“Well, doctor says Braxton Hicks or something like that. She said maybe preterm labor. She has to check you to be certain, so as soon as she gets here, be prepared for it. Okay?” I lay my head back against his chest, taking in every word.
Could it really be preterm labor? I am so not ready for this.
It was too soon.
* * *
And it was too soon. I was 24 weeks pregnant, which was early for one baby, but twins? It could be fatal at this point.
The doctor had me rushed to the hospital. She said I was having signs of preterm labor, but she was hopeful she could stop it in time since my water hadn’t broke yet.
The entire ambulance ride was a blur. It all happened so fast. Last night, Drake and I experience the most intimate and sexiest lovemaking we’ve had in months, to waking in the morning to what felt like a painful death.
Drake rode with me, and he held my hand, and rubbed my belly the entire time. The paramedics hooked me up to a bunch of wires. Hell, I lost track of what they all were. I just wanted to know if the babies were okay. At that point, I honestly didn’t care about me. I just wanted the babies safe.
“You’re dehydrated.”
“What?” Drake and I asked in unison.
“You’re dehydrated, Molly. We were able to stop your labor, but you need to take care of yourself,” she scowled at me as if I were a child. “Eating healthy and drinking plenty of water is crucial.” Her voice was stern but filled with concern.
That couldn’t be right. I drank water all throughout the day normally—exc
ept perhaps last night…and the day before. I had been so wrapped up in Project Anchor and getting everything ready for our special night that perhaps, I had forgotten to take a drink.
Apparently, last nights rendezvous wore me out more than I thought. The movement and constant panting put my body into panic mode.
“I’m going to work from home from now on. I’ll make sure she does from now on.” Drake’s revelation surprised me. I didn’t need to be watched like a child.
“No, that’s ridiculous,” I interrupted. “You don’t need to work from home.” I eyed Drake.
“It’s not up for debate, Molly.” And then he turned and continued talking to the doctor about my care and needs.
Great.
“Baby B is still growing at a slower rate, but still looks healthy with no other concerns. Baby A is doing great. However, I would like to get you to at least 32 weeks.” I nodded, understanding. Baby B had been growing at a slow rate since the beginning. “You’ll need to stay on bed rest and if possible, I don’t want you walking around much or at all, except bathroom breaks.”
My eyes widen at her words. No walking around? She had to be joking.
But she wasn’t. She was dead serious, giving me exact orders of what she expected from me. Stay stress free. Relax. Stay put.
* * *
It’s been two weeks since I’ve been allowed to walk around. I use the bathroom, take a shower, and back to bed—that’s my life now.
Although I knew it was just temporary, I was losing my mind. I stuffed my head in books, movies, and Project Anchor. Stella and Liam would lay in bed with me as they did their homework and told me about their days. I loved that even though I was boring and bedridden, they’d still hang out with me.
“Mommy?” Stella looked up at me with sad eyes.
“Yes, honey?” She was lying in bed with me while we watched T.V. together.
“Are you sick?”
“No, baby. Mommy just needs lots of rest for the babies. Are you worried?”
“Yeah.” She leaned her head into my chest. Stella was always an energy-filled spitfire. She was a fierce little girl, but it was moments like this where I cherished her little girl innocence. She was a tough girl on the outside but a compassionate, sweetheart on the inside.
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