“I will.”
“Good night.”
“Night.”
She clicked the phone off and sat staring for a minute. The stairs suddenly seemed very threatening, like going up them was treading to her doom. She did not want to go up them. Maybe after her sandwich, she’d curl up right here.
* * * *
The water from the shower poured down on them, steaming hot, with strong pulsating streams. Hunter pulled the massaging showerhead from its hook. He turned the nozzle and held it to her. The water kneaded her muscles as he slowly moved it down her back. She leaned her head back, and moaned aloud. Oh, it was so good. He dropped the stream farther, running along her buttocks and down their crevice. Then he bought the nozzle around and held it against her sex. With his fingers, he spread her folds apart. The water beat against her clit. She reached around and took his rod into her hands. It was so hard, so long, and she wanted inside of her. He continued to hold the water on her as she bent and took him in her mouth. Clean from the shower, he tasted so pure. She licked his tip, running her tongue down his shaft. Hunter groaned.
Lily jerked awake, her breath coming in short pants. Sweat covered her body. Her heart thudded against her chest, so hard she thought her ribs might break.
Again? Cheese and crackers! When would this stop?
Her baby kicked and fluttered inside of her. There was no helping her smile. She reached her hand down to her ever-growing belly. She had never felt as close to anyone as she did to Hunter and this child. Not even her sisters.
At five and a half months, she was recognizably pregnant and loving every minute of every day.
But the nights were torture.
Slap fate.
Shouldn’t she be getting her rest now? Mother nature must have her screws loose. She rolled over and stared out the skylights at the blackness dotted with dazzling stars. Just like many other nights, she searched for Orion. She hadn’t found him yet, but she was sure she would before this baby was born.
* * * *
Her hands ran across his chest, feeling the rippled strength of his muscles as he hovered over her. He pumped in and out of her, his long, thick cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot. She moaned and arched her hips against him. He thrust deep inside her. She slammed against him. Wet and slick, her sex allowed him to slip in and out, fast and hard. Moaning again, she released herself to the pleasure pooling in her lower regions. Her sex was afire. He slammed into her once last time and she screamed out.
“Lily?”
“Huh?” She moaned, her eyes peeling open against the deep sleep that had taken her. Like always, her womanhood dripped with the nectar of an orgasm. Her body still shook from its powerful seize.
“Lily?” Concern laced Hunter’s gruff, still sleepy voice.
Cheese and crackers! Everything blurry now came in clear. Hunter was awake, hovering over her.
Her heart jumped. What if he had heard her? Worse, what if she had been doing something weird in her dream? Embarrassment burned on her face.
“Are you okay? You were moaning and then you screamed out.” His strong arms pulled her close. “Is the baby all right? You’re not in pain are you?”
Yes, she was. But not the kind he meant.
“No … I’m fine,” she whispered. She snuggled in his strength. Deep desire still racked her body. Wet and hot, her sex thumped for him. She wanted to fulfill herself so badly with him.
Perhaps her mind was still foggy. She couldn’t be thinking straight, because she was considering the unthinkable.
Damn, she just wanted him so much.
“Was it a bad dream?”
“Not exactly,” she muttered.
“What was it about?”
“Sex,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
A minute passed, then two, then three. Hunter’s silence ate at her. Finally, he spoke. “Is that all?”
“These dreams are so real, so intense. I’ve been getting them for months. They won’t stop.” She turned her head away as she spoke, but he pulled his arms from around her and propped himself up on his elbows. “I haven’t had a decent nights sleep in months. Holly says it’s just hormones.”
“Who’s the man in your dreams?” Deep and strong, his voice ran down her backbone.
Cheese and crackers! “Who do you think?”
“It’d damn better be me.”
“It is.”
“Do you know why I was so sure about you? About the baby?” He curled against her once more, the length of his body pressed against her. She could feel the lump of his manhood, half-hard and growing.
“No.” If laughter was the best medicine, perhaps it could fix this. His closeness was driving her over the edge of reason. She chuckled softly. “You’re crazy?”
His finger stroked her face. “When I was thirteen, my Grandfather sent me on a vision quest. At the time, I thought I didn’t have one. I only had a weird dream of a redheaded woman having my baby. It was quite embarrassing at the time. But it came true.”
A shudder coursed through her body. “So you’re saying my dreams will come true?”
“We could make them.” His finger ran down her cheek to her neck. He stroked its length. “If it’s hormones, perhaps it’s best to act on them. Not let things get all pent up.”
Cheese and crackers! “You’re terrible, Hunter.”
“I know.” The large lump in his boxers pressed hard against her. “Please, Lily. I want to be with you so bad. Don’t tell me no.”
“I…” Her voice cracked and she lost her words.
“Forget that promise.” He continued to stroke her face, his tone going from soft and begging to hard and demanding. “As far as I’m concerned, you’ve already broken it. You’re hanging onto something that’s dead. Right now, you becoming my wife is only a matter of time.”
His hand slid down her neck, and went to cup her breast. “I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to love you. Tonight. Tomorrow night. Every night. If you stop me, I won’t ever try again.”
Her nipple was hard under his touch, and desperate for more attention. The hunger in her could no longer be denied.
What he said was true. What difference did it really make? She was having his child, as stuck to him as any relationship could get. No matter what, she would worry and miss him when he was away. She did already.
Yet, a piece of her just couldn’t let go. She just didn’t think she could be as strong as her mother had been.
She drew a deep breath. “Then we’ll make a deal. I won’t stop you, but you won’t ask me to marry you again. I’ll accept this, but you must accept that.”
He laughed at her. “So when you change your mind, I can expect a proposal?”
Cheese and crackers! “I won’t”
“You will.” He pulled her shoulder and rolled her over to him. “You will.”
His mouth crushed down on hers, hard and demanding. He sucked at her lower lip, then her tongue. When he released it, she swirled hers in his mouth. His kiss consumed her. A battle ensued, their passion alive, their need desperate to be released after so long.
Already wet, she wanted him and bad. Her dream had gotten her ready for him, and she couldn’t wait. “Fuck me now.”
His finger raked down the length of her body, running over her extended belly. Her skin was sensitive there, and her toes curled at the touch. Lifting her hips, he slid her panties down. She lifted her knees and spread her legs.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered with a tone that begged her.
“No.” She commanded. “On your back. I want you now.”
Though she had technically only had him once, her many dreams made her feel as if she’d been with him a million times. She was quite comfortable taking control.
Giving him a little push, she rolled him onto his back. Slowly, she pulled herself up and over him. She tugged down his tented boxers, revealing his hardened manhood. Not in the mood to waste time, she crawled atop him, and grasped h
is rod. She slid him into her all at once with a moan of deep pleasure.
Her clit rubbed against his dark, rough hairs as she rode him. In and out he slipped. She tightened her muscles around him, heightening her pleasure. An orgasm shook her body, making her gasp with pleasure.
But she wasn’t done. She continued to ride him. Beneath her, he rammed and bucked. His hands grasped her rear, and kneaded. Exploring fingers trailed all along her lower back and rear. The trail of sensation they left on her skin set her afire.
She worked him for all it was worth. Every dream she’d had, every night she’d lain awake.
Once again she was coming, her sex convulsing around him as she dripped with her bliss. When she finished, he grabbed her hips and drove into her one final time. His seed overfilled her.
For a moment she lay on top him. Then she rolled off rather clumsily, and snuggled into a ball. His arms wrapped around her. For the first time in a long time, she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
* * * *
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
The annoying alarm clock grew louder as it insisted he wake. With a groan, Hunter tried to convince his eyes to open. Sleep pulled at them, and if it weren’t for her, he would have hit the snooze.
He always set the alarm twenty minutes early to allow for a few snoozes. He never could just get right up. Now he was glad.
Soft and cuddly, her rear snuggled against his hips. His hardened manhood jutted between the crevice of her bare fanny. Reaching around, he cupped her breast. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands. With a low moan, she burrowed closer to him. How he had longed for this. His need for her tortured him.
But now he could have her.
Taking her nipple between his fingers, he rolled it then pulled it just a little. Again, she moaned.
“Love me.” Grogginess made her voice croak and a piece of him wondered if she was awake or dreaming again.
It didn’t really matter.
Pushing her upper leg forward, Hunter grabbed his cock and slipped it between her folds. Hot and wet, her tight sheath wrapped around him. She whimpered, and moaned. With one hand, he propped himself up and began to thrust into her. Meanwhile, his other hand massaged her breast. His fingers teased her nipples.
Her cries became steady, and he worked his hips to pleasure her. Soon she was panting beneath him, her pussy tightening in convulsions around his rod. The spasms of her orgasm constricting around him pushed him over the edge. He drove into her one final time and filled her with his seed.
He fell back against the bed with a half-groan, half-sigh. For a minute, he lay there, wrapped in the silk sheets, and enjoyed the warmth of her body so close to his. She curled into a ball against him. Soon he heard her steady breathing, and knew she was asleep again. The sun shone through skylights, and beat down on his face. Today looked to be a beautiful day, all around.
Today his astronaut training would take a different course from the classes he’d been going to every day. He would begin to be exposed to the high and low atmospheric pressures. A modified jet would take him up, producing the feeling of microgravity for twenty seconds. He’d go up over and over again every day until he was accustomed. It was going to be awesome.
Excitement pulled at him and he rolled from the bed. He walked to the bathroom, and wet a washcloth. Then he went back to the bed and slid next to Lily again. He parted her legs and wiped his cum from her. She was sticky from him, last night’s explosion dried and crusty on her skin. He did his best to wipe it away.
“What are you doing?” Sleep tugged at her voice.
“Cleaning you up,” he said in a low, gentle voice. “Go back to sleep.”
“I need a shower,” she groaned.
He finished up and patted her on the ass. “Later. You need your rest.” With a gentle kiss to her forehead, he left her for the shower.
In the bathroom, he cranked the water on. When steam wafted from over the curtain, he stepped in. He picked up some Old Spice body wash and began to lather up.
He sang a little as he washed, his deep voice echoing throughout the house. Damn her stubbornness, but he was winning her. Slowly. Painfully. But he was.
The whole thing was ridiculous. Sometimes he wished he could shake some sense into her. She was carrying his baby. There was a tie between them even greater than marriage. Who did she think she was kidding?
Who did she think she was fighting?
One way or the other, she would be his wife. When he wanted something, he never, ever gave up. There was no other man with his determination. Hell, most guys would have ditched her long ago. Not him. Never him.
Now that he had access to her body, making her ask him to marry her was going to be a piece of cake. She just plain had no idea what she was in for.
Chapter Eleven
She wished it would snow here. She wished their world could be covered in a deep, heavy blanket of white velvet. She remembered when their father had been stationed in Virginia. Once it had snow over two-and-a-half feet. They’d been trapped in their house for nearly three days.
Dad had been home, Mom had made hot cocoa, and they’d all put puzzles together. It had been so cozy, even with her father constantly fretting about getting back to work.
It had been the best Christmas ever.
But it never snowed in Texas. There was no trapping Hunter at home.
She licked her dry winter lips, and placed another bulb on the tree. She wiggled her fingers to get the blood flowing. Swollen from a combination of pregnancy and too much knuckle cracking, her hands were as pudgy as a baby’s and as sore as an old man’s.
She sighed and decided to take another break. She’d only been decorating this tree for two days now. Eventually it would get done or this baby would be born. Waddling to the couch, she lowered herself down.
Tired, she closed her eyes and sighed. She wanted to take a good long nap, but Hunter would be home in an hour or so. She missed him. Every day he was gone more and more. NASA kept him so busy it even made her head spin.
With worry…
Her constant fretting should have gotten better. At least he wasn’t up in the jet anymore. She’d never trusted flying. Those weeks had been spent pacing the floors. Hunter would come home and laugh, claiming she’d worn the carpet thin.
Finally, one day he’d announced his candidate training was over, and he was officially moving into astronaut formal training. For the time being, he was planted to the earth. He’d spend some time reading manuals and taking lessons on the computer before he moved onto the SSTs, single systems trainers. Then came the simulators.
All she’d heard was blah, blah, blah as her heart had constricted with fear and stayed that way ever since. To her, all it meant was the time was close and the reality of him going into space all too real.
The baby twisted inside of her and oh! Could it be? She swore she felt him drop. She placed her hand on her large extended stomach. Instinctively she knew the time was near.
Oh, God. She wasn’t ready!
And yet, she wanted this little boy out. She was so fat, her stomach so ridiculously huge. That’s how she knew it was a boy. She’d refused to see the results from the ultrasound, but as she’d grown, it had become clear to her. It had to be a son, so large and active, always kicking her and twisting around. She just knew she was carrying a little football star. She was so sure, in fact, that she’d gone out and bought all boys’ clothing.
She curled up on the couch, resting her back against a pillow. Maybe she should take just a little rest. Surely she’d hear Hunter when he came in and wake up.
* * * *
Hunter’s hands explored her body, the fingertip massager on his forefinger. The vibrator trailed across her nipples, and down over her Buddha belly. She arched her back as sensation trickled though her.
Continuing his path downward, he found her clit and teased it unmercifully. She groaned aloud. The torture was killing her. She wanted him so badly, but couldn’t have him. Why did
he insist upon this?
He worked her nub in circles, and she tossed her head. Soon she would burst.
The slam of a car door jerked her eyes open. Hunter was home. She’d know that sound anywhere. She’d only paced the floor, waiting for him to come home every evening for months. Panting, Lily tried to gain some sort of composure. Her heart raced despite her deep breaths.
The dreams hadn’t stopped coming, and they demanded to be satisfied if she were to get any sleep.
She and Hunter had made love every day, morning and night, for months until she just reached a point where it was impossible. But Hunter hadn’t accepted that. No. He’d walked to her dresser, pulled out the fingertip massager, and proceeded to torment her with pleasure every day since.
But there was nothing like having him inside her.
So the dreams had come back full force. She wiped a drop of sweat from her forehead, and tried to pull herself up. The process was slow and close to impossible.
The back door opened and shut. “Hello, hello! Are there any pregnant woman here who want Taco Bell?”
She smiled at the sound of Hunter’s happy voice, as she grabbed hold of the couch cushion to pull herself up. Taco Bell sounded all too good. With all her energy, she thrust her body forward.
Suddenly a sharp, tight pain constricted in her. Crying out, she fell backward onto the couch and curled in a ball. Her huge belly knotted and pushed unbearably. She screamed out for Hunter as the tears began to fall. Oh, God. Something was very, very wrong.
* * * *
Hunter held her hand, letting her squeeze it as tight as she pleased when the contractions came. Another one overtook her, and she cried out. The sound of her pain twisted his gut. Holy moly. Poor Lily. She had planned for an epidural right from the start, sworn up and down there was no way she would go through this without it. But the labor had set in so hard and fast, there was no time for it.
“Breath, honey. Don’t stop breathing.” He glanced over at the readout from the fetal monitor. This one was the biggest so far and they were coming at only two minutes apart. “It’s almost time. This will be over soon.”
“Something’s wrong…” She groaned as the contraction subsided, tossing her head against the white pillow. “Hunter…”
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