by Rae Spencer
She heard Clay call her name, but didn’t answer. She just sat staring at the tests.
She heard the bedroom door open.
“Lily,” he called again, “everything okay?” He peeked around the bathroom door.
She smiled slightly, pointing to the counter.
He walked into the bathroom. “What are those?” He walked over glancing at what she had sitting out on the counter. He gulped. “Pregnancy tests?”
He picked one up, took in the positive sign, he stood – staring. He picked up the next one, Positive. And the next one.
He swung around staring at her. “Positive,” he whispered.
She nodded her eyes wide.
“These are all positive.” His eyes met hers; his smiling, hers stunned. He walked over and knelt in front of her.
“It has to be a mistake,” she whispered.
“No, no it doesn’t,” he clasped her hands in his.
“The doctor said…,” she murmured.
“The doctor wasn’t sure.” He laughed.
“But…,” she took a deep breath. “What if they are wrong?”
He laughed loudly. “Can all six of them be wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she saw the love and understanding in his eyes, “but…”
“Lily.” He laughed again, pulling her to her feet. “This is wonderful.”
She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Clay, what if…”
He swung her in a circle. “Let’s call the doctor, get you in, and have him confirm our pregnancy, erase all your doubts.” He knew this was the last fear she had, of not being able to give him a child.
He called the gynecologist who had seen her right before they married. The one who told them she had uterine scarring, but that didn’t mean she could never have a baby.
He asked to speak to the doctor, told the receptionist why. The doctor took his call, Clay told him about the pregnancy tests, and how Lily was afraid to believe them. Laughingly the doctor told him to bring her down for confirmation.
“Come on, Lily.” He grabbed her hand pulling her behind him as he walked out of their bedroom. “The doctor will see you and confirm our pregnancy.”
The doctor understood how much this meant to her. He had seen her medical records, her body. He knew how devastating everything had been for her. He ordered a blood and urine test.
They waited while the lab ran the tests and confirmed their pregnancy. The doctor came in and did an exam. He started her on prenatal vitamins and congratulated them with a huge smile and a hug for Lily.
They left the doctor’s office with huge grins. They were pregnant!
On the way to the house, Clay called Will, left him a message. Told him not to call until tomorrow because Clay intended to be occupied all night long.
Lily laughed. Clay hurried her up the stairs, pulling her into his arms kissing her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as they fell on the bed.
“I love you,” he smiled.
“And I love you.” She pulled his shirt over his head. He stood and quickly divested himself of clothes, then took hers off just as fast.
He placed her in the center of their bed. “Don’t move.” He climbed off the bed walking over to her dresser taking out two of her scarves.
He straddled her, tying one of the scarves around the railing on the headboard, the other around her wrist. He did the same to the other. Her hands confined, restrained.
She didn’t mind, she wasn’t afraid, she knew Clay would never hurt her.
“Open your legs.” His tawny eyes were dark.
She did, wrapping her fingers around her scarves as he knelt between her legs.
His hands moved up and down her thighs, over the sides of her hips, up her stomach, and to her breasts. He teased her nipples into diamond points, flicking them with his tongue until she moaned. He kissed her stomach, cherishing, as his fingers glided over her sides.
He moved to the side, pushing her leg flat. He draped his over hers. Leaning on an elbow, he kissed her as his fingers slipped over her pussy. His fingers gliding down her pussy lips opening her, one finger slid on her anus, one into her pussy. His thumb brushed back and forth over her clit.
“Ride it,” he growled. His fingers pushing and moving as her hips thrust. “I want you to come.”
He bit her nipples, slid his tongue around them as her hips pumped harder. His fingers moved faster, harder, her juices flowing down her pussy. He rubbed some into her anus and pushed his finger inside, thrusting as she rode his hand.
She moaned deeply, her pussy muscles beginning to clench, she arched, crying out.
His fingers did not stop, but kept caressing and moving over her until her hips picked up the pace and began moving again. He pulled his fingers out moving to her breasts, he teased them, pushing them together, massaging before running his tongue down her stomach, placing a big long wet kiss on her pussy.
He came up on his knees grabbing pillows. He placed two under her hips, so her pussy was elevated. Then put one on each side of her by her legs. “Drop them open on the pillow.”
She bent her legs, placed her feet at the sides of the pillow letting her legs fall open for him, he immediately bent forward, placing his mouth on her pussy.
He kissed, licked her pussy, sucking her lips into his mouth. He breathed heavily before running his tongue down the sides of her pussy lips, down her thighs before going back up.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, opening her pussy lips with his fingers. He sucked her clit into his mouth, her pussy pumping against his mouth.
He wet his fingers in her juices, rubbing them on her anus again, before inserting a finger. She moaned.
He smiled, thrusting two fingers into her pussy as he nipped her clit. He thrust his fingers, sucking her clit. She shattered, crying out, her body arching.
He kept licking her, his fingers still inside of her. His mouth moved up kissing every inch of her abdomen as his fingers thrust into her.
“Lily,” Clay groaned.
“Clay, now.” Her body heating quickly.
“You want me, love,” he teased.
“You know I do.” Her breasts jiggled with her breathing.
He knelt between her legs, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy lips, wetting himself with her juices.
“Please.” She surged against him.
He laughed. He loved teasing her, and Lily knew he did. He positioned his cock at her entrance and in one thrust buried himself deep.
She cried out, her body arching into his.
“Harder.” She cried.
He spread his legs more, his hands cupping her hips as he slammed into her.
She moaned with each stroke, her breasts shaking, her fingers gripping the scarves tightly as his balls slapped off her ass.
His hands gripped her hips, his strokes faster, harder. His eyes glued to her breasts as they moved. Her moan rolled over him like warm butter. He closed his eyes coming down on top of her his mouth crushing hers as he pounded into her.
“Lily,” his neck arched as his balls began to tighten.
She cried out, her pussy clenching his cock, and he exploded. His body collapsed on hers, his face in her neck, his breathing hot against her skin.
After a few moments, he kissed her softly, before coming up on an elbow, releasing her bound arms and smiling.
“Thank you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.
“For what?” he asked surprised.
“For everything,” Lily said softly, her dusky eyes glowing with love.
“You're welcome, Lily,” Clay whispered, his fingers brushing her cheek, his tawny eyes alive with his love for her. “Entirely my pleasure.”
The End
About the Author
Rae Spencer is an eclectic recluse working as a paper-pusher living in Harveys Lake Pennsylvania. She is the author of the erotica novella “Beyond A Proposition” currently in release by Lazy Day Publishing. She
loves to cross-stitch, embroider, hula-hoop, has a huge fetish for rock music and Peanut M&M’s. She started reading romance novels in middle school and began writing in high school. Rae claims reading historical romance’s played a huge role in helping her pass high school History.
After years of writing in the closet, Rae decided to take a chance and joined a poetry workshop. Through the camaraderie and gentle nudges of her friends, Rae took the leap toward submissions. Rae’s writing lets her live her fantasies and give her imagination the freedom needed to flourish. Her biggest desire for her stories is simply for those who read them to lose themselves in the stories, temporarily leaving the dredge of reality behind.