by Lara Swann
“H—hey—we’re going to mess up my nice new bed!” She objects, laughing, as I twist her back around onto her back and pin her hands above her head.
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
I say, barely paying any attention as I lean down to run kisses all the way down her mouth, her throat, right into the tempting neckline of her nice blouse.
She laughs, but it’s got a deep tone to it and I can tell from the hitched way she’s breathing that this is turning her on.
“You can’t just do that—every time—”
“Every time I want to fuck you so badly I destroy something?” I growl, and her eyes widen at my language.
She blushes, deeply, but she also starts wriggling against me and the tone - and direction of her voice changes.
“Damien…”
She sounds needy now. Distracted by what I’m doing to her. Just about perfect.
Living up to my words, I reach down and grab the top of her blouse, pulling it apart in one easy moment and hearing the material rip even as buttons fly off her. She gasps, reaching for it, but I grab her arms in one hand and pin them back above her head - just as I lower myself to kiss and suck and nibble all the way down her front.
“H-he—ohhh…”
Her muted objection turns into something else and she bucks against me as I grab her nipple with my teeth, through the silken material of her black-and-white bra. She gasps and whimpers a little bit, but I slowly stroke it with my tongue, holding it still there while the rest of her body tries to convulse around me.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this rough in my life - or this driven by need to see and hear her react to me. It’s hot and she’s perfect under me and I don’t want to stop for a moment.
“Hold onto the top of the bed.” I raise my eyes to meet hers, my voice deep and rough.
I let go of her hands and wait as I watch her consider refusing. I give her a slow smile.
“I want this hand for…other things…” I say deliberately, using it to caress the skin below her wrist. “But if I have to use it to keep your hands where I want them, well, I guess we’ll just have to miss out on what else it could be doing…”
She swallows and I can see her eyes wide and blown with desire as she finally gives me a small nod, moving her hands slowly to clutch onto the wooden bars of the headboard. It stretches her body out below me and my cock presses harder against my pants as her breasts press up toward me, her whole body beautifully proportioned and curved under me deliciously. It might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
I stroke her now bare stomach, the torn blouse falling away from it as my hands move around to her sides, touching that warm, soft skin until they’re underneath her, reaching around to unclasp her bra before pulling it away. Spilling out those gorgeous breasts for whatever I might want to do and making me groan at the sight, my gaze sharpening on her with pure need.
“Not going to rip everything then?” She asks me, half-amused but with a matching need in her own voice.
That makes me chuckle.
“I could if you prefer.” I offer, moving my hands back down to her skirt before starting to tug it over her hips, the material tight and clingy.
She writhes under me, my touch close enough to feel teasing, and she gasps as she feels the skirt meet resistance, wide eyes jumping to mine.
“Zip…side…” She gasps, and there’s an element of pleading in her voice and expression that runs right through me.
I think she really thinks I might rip all her clothes off. And as tempting as that is…I really like this skirt.
I grin at her and reach around for the zip, tugging it open before pulling the skirt off. She wriggles around to help me, as best she can with her hands still clasped to the headboard - and then she’s almost totally naked before me. Just skimpy black panties remaining on her slightly flushed skin.
“Fucking hell.” I mutter, my demanding poise slipping as I just kneel there and take her in. “You’re so god-damn sexy, Ava.”
She moans, wriggling under me, and I can tell she wants to be touched. Like I could resist a moment longer.
I shift over her, leaning to take her breasts in my hands, my mouth coming down to clasp around them as she gasps and bucks up into me, wrapping her legs around my hips. That’s not quite in keeping with having her still and available beneath me…but my god they feel good. I groan a little, thrusting despite all the clothes between us, and my hands tighten on her breasts, kneading them as I suck on her tits.
She whimpers and cries out under me, her legs running up and down my own, and I drop one hand down her body, teasing and caressing over her stomach. The fingers of my other hand glide over her nipple, playing and teasing as I suck on the other, and I can tell what this is starting to do to her.
The moment I reach the band of her panties, caressing along the line of it, she sucks in a deep breath.
“Damien…”
I grin, but I don’t look up from the beautiful soft breast in front of me, all my attention on creating noises and need like that from the amazing woman underneath me.
Her legs drop back to the bed, presumably to give me better access, and I chuckle against her skin as I take the invitation. My hand plays around the outside of the panties, moving down to the area she really wants me to be and as I start stroking that area, I can feel just how wet her panties are. I grin, moving from teasing strokes to suddenly pressing up against her pussy and watch as she bucks against me, suddenly crying out.
“Damien…fuck, Damien…”
I stroke harder through the panties, the material bunching up and driving her even more crazy.
“I want to feel you.” She insists, pressing up against me, her whole body moving.
I brush a kiss against the side of her breast, then flick my tongue over her nipple as I finally give her what she wants - my fingers slipping under the panties and stroking up against the outer edges of her pussy.
She shudders under me at the touch, her body thrusting up against me desperately, and it makes me chuckle even as the sight of it is almost too much. My cock feels practically ready to burst and I think I’m harder than I’ve ever been at the sight of Ava like this.
“God damn it, girl.” I mutter, before finally slipping a couple of fingers deep inside her.
“Fuck yes!” She cries out and it sounds good enough that I stop teasing her and give her exactly what I know she needs.
My mouth goes back to sucking hard at her tits, while my fingers thrust in and out of her, my thumb curling around her clit with alternately hard and soft touches.
“Damien…Damien…Damien…”
My name sounds so fucking good like that, in her breathy voice as she bucks against my hand and the headboard of the bed she’s clinging onto for dear life. I think she’s forgotten she’s holding on at all, so distracted in all the things I’m doing to her body, and I get a thrill out of knowing she’s doing that for me. That I’ve got her exactly where I want her - and she’ll stay like that until I decide anything else.
She’s so slick and warm, my cock aching for it as my fingers start stretching that inner part of her, making small sucking noises as they slip in and out. I lean up to take her mouth in mine and she moans against it, kissing me back with a feverish passion as my other hand caresses her soft breasts, touching every part of her.
“You’re so hot.” I mutter, just above her mouth, barely able to contain myself as she writhes against me.
“Damien…” She breathes hard. “I need…more…please Damien…”
My cock throbs hard at the tone in her voice and I know if she keeps this up I won’t be able to resist much longer. Hell, I might not even be able to control myself long enough. I want her so damn badly, and all this teasing…it’s not just her it’s affecting.
I can feel her trembling on the edge, almost ready to explode - and just like that, I know exactly what I want. I withdraw, my hand slipping out of her as her eyes suddenly flare open,
looking at me in shock as her hips thrust up into the air helplessly.
“Fuuuuck…”
I lean down to nip at her bottom lip, kissing her deeply.
“You wanted more, baby. That’s exactly what I’m going to give you.”
I raise myself up, so I’m kneeling over her - and then I slowly start undoing the buttons on my shirt. Her eyes follow my hands, wild and hot as she breathes heavily below me. I’m not sure what it is, but something about it makes me feel primal, kneeling over her while I slowly take my shirt off, thinking about exactly what I’m about to do to her - like she’s mine.
All mine.
Maybe it’s because she’s carrying my baby - it’s almost like she’s a part of me now.
The moment the thought occurs to me, I love everything about it and I lean down to kiss her, pulling my shirt off and tossing it aside.
“You’re mine, Ava.” I tell her, my voice hot and deep against her lips. “All mine. You’re carrying my baby and both of you are mine.”
She shudders under me, but she doesn’t object as her hips thrust up again - reaching my hips now, grinding against my rock-hard cock and making it impossible to follow that line of thought anymore.
I undo my belt faster than I think I ever have, pulling my pants down and shimmying out of them from my position over her.
Then we’re suddenly skin-to-skin again, every barrier between us dissolved…except one.
I tug her panties down her legs, and it’s all I can do not to rip those too, but the tiny material is easy to remove - and then I’m on top of her again. I hold her hips, pulling them up from the bed as I position myself against her, already imagining just how perfect it’s going to feel inside. She’s still shuddering and moaning and obviously desperate for it, looking for the edge she was so close to only moments before - and I don’t hesitate.
I thrust straight into her, in one hard motion that has her eyes flying open and her knuckles turning white on the bedpost. I groan as I sink in deep, her pussy tight and perfect and so damn good.
“Fucking hell, Ava…”
Her voice is almost a whimper now, but she rises up to meet me as I don’t give her a moment to recover - thrusting hard and fast immediately. I need her too much. After this, after how damn hot she’s been tonight…I can’t wait another moment.
“Damien…Damien…I—”
Whatever she was about to say is lost as she suddenly bucks against me, throwing her head back to scream as my hard cock takes her over the edge my fingers brought her so teasingly close to. It’s so fast and it’s exactly what I pictured - entering her to the sound of her screaming, crying out for me, while her whole pussy tightens around me. I can feel it spasming and fluttering as I continue thrusting hard, taking her through the orgasm and building it higher.
It seems to go on and on forever, and I can feel my own need building - the sound and sight of her too much for me to contain much longer - and as she starts to come down from her climax, I reach down to tease her clit again, my other hand stroking across her breast. She gasps - then moans - then writhes against me as I fill her hard again and again…and then I feel her contract around me once more, flying over the edge with her whole body convulsing under me. It creates the sexiest movement and the look of utter bliss on her face is just…
Oh fuck.
My own climax roars through me with an intensity that takes me by surprise, my aching cock pulsing and throbbing as I grab her hips and thrust deep inside her, releasing and filling her with my seed.
The same thing that created the little one currently within her.
The thought comes to me unbidden and even in the middle of the pleasure suffusing my body with warmth and release, I find myself smiling.
We’re both shaking a little when I finally collapse against her, rolling her into my arms and wiping a stray clump of damp hair from her forehead. I lean in to kiss her gently, her mouth soft against mine as she sighs quietly, relaxed and supple in my arms. She wraps her own around my shoulders, and I’m not even sure when she stopped gripping the headboard, I was so lost in what we just did together.
“You’re gorgeous, Ava. Perfect.”
She nuzzles closer and kisses me again.
“Tell me again why it would’ve been a bad idea to do that on our ‘first date’?” She murmurs into my ear, her voice warm.
I chuckle softly, kissing her neck and stroking her bare back with one hand.
“Maybe I was wrong about that…”
“Well, our second date is just going to have to make up for it then.”
I lean back enough to raise an eyebrow at her. “I think it just did.”
She gives me a lazy, decadent smile as she runs a finger down my chest, blue eyes sparkling as they meet my gaze.
“Mm…but this is only the first room that I’ve properly explored with you.” She leans in to kiss me again, and I start thinking that maybe at some point during that I might have died and gone to Heaven. It was certainly earth-shattering enough. And she can’t seriously be suggesting…
“It’s a big place, Damien. We’ve still got plenty more to go.”
Okay, yes. This must be what heaven is like.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ava
I lean back against the shiny new counter and watch as Vicki darts from place to place, opening and peering into every cupboard and drawer she can find.
“Oh my god…”
She hasn’t stopped repeating that the whole time. It’s like every space she investigates contains some kind of celestial revelation. Then again, I’m not sure I can blame her.
“Oh my god, Ava.” She finally spins toward me, and her eyes are the same saucer-size they were when I first told her about this. “Seriously?!”
“Seriously.” I confirm, perversely pleased that she’s so blown away by this. It makes me feel like, in comparison, I can almost touch solid ground again.
“My god. Wow.” She shakes her head, coming to stand opposite me. “I can’t believe it, Ava.”
I follow her glance around the high-end, totally impossible apartment and I feel exactly the same way.
“I know.” I breathe. “Me neither. It’s insane, right? Just completely…we’re dreaming, right?”
She bites her lip. “I’m not sure we can both be dreaming together, Ava. So either you’re dreaming or I’m dreaming—”
“Yeah. One of those. Because this can’t possibly be real, right?”
She nods again, then gets another burst of excitement and rushes back into the living area.
“Is all this stuff yours too?” She asks, flouncing onto the elegant cream couch.
I shake my head, finally giving a little half-smile.
“None of it is mine, Vicki.” I remind her. “I’m not even sure whether this place was furnished or this was all…Damien. But either way - it’s either his or theirs.”
Whoever they are. I really know nothing about this contract. Somehow, it didn’t occur to me to ask.
“Well it’s yours for now.” She grins at me.
“Yeah.” I come and sit down opposite her. On an L-shaped couch, it turns out I can do that. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
“I can’t believe it.” She says again, then whistles long and low. “You have got to be the luckiest woman around Ava, seriously. You get pregnant by some random guy and this is what it turns into? Hell, maybe I should try that.”
“Don’t.” I say immediately. “Not a good idea, Vicki. Wasn’t even an idea.”
Her eyes drop to my stomach, a small light coming into her eyes, even though there’s still nothing there to see - thankfully. Well, sort of thankfully. There’s a part of me that’s already tried to imagine what I might look like when my baby starts to show.
“It’s all okay now, then, huh?” She asks with a smile, then tilts her head back to lean against the edge of the couch. “Guess I didn’t even need to help you with it after all.”
I bite my lip, looking around the apartment
again for a moment.
It feels unreal - everything feels unreal. Which doesn’t exactly strike me as a great basis for assuming everything is just going to be fine now.
“Well…”
She catches the hesitation in my voice and her head comes right back up again, to look straight at me.
“Ava. Please don’t tell me you’re not sure if it’s going to work out now that you have a guy who wants to provide and care for both you and your baby - who wants to be a part of your lives - hell, who wants to date you. This is as close to having a baby the normal-relationship-way as you could possibly get.”
I pick at one of the cushions on the couch.
“Yeah, I mean, I know that. If that’s all true - if it stays true—”
“You think it won’t?” She asks, looking over at me with concern.
“Well…no, not exactly.” It wouldn’t be fair on Damien to say that. In the week that he’s known about this, he’s been nothing but consistent - but that still doesn’t mean I’m ready to bet my whole future on a week of positive signs. “It’s more that…I just don’t know. How can I, when he’s only known for a week? None of it quite feels real - not real enough that I’m ready to rely on it, anyway.”
I look over at her, expecting to see the familiar exasperation on her face - followed by more than one comment about not over-thinking things - but instead, there’s just a gentle amusement in her eyes and the kind of intrinsic understanding that can only come from a lifetime of friendship.
“When do you think he’ll have you convinced?” Vicki asks, giving me a knowing smile. “Maybe when he doesn’t run after dealing with his first diaper? Or the first time the baby spews on him? Or after not sleeping for a year?”
“Yeah.” I smile, the image of those things warming me as much as her lightly teasing tone. “That would probably help.”
“Or how about when you’re ninety, looking back on your life, and realize he stuck with you all that time? Think you’d still have some tiny doubt there?”
I laugh. “Nah, I think I’d believe him then.”