Looking up, I have to ask, “Why, Lord?”
When I look back at the computer screen, it flashes and I set it down, worried I might have done something to it. The screen goes black then I see it come back on.
My heart stops as the image of a tiny baby fills the screen. It’s all wet with the icky stuff that it’s born with, covering it’s little, wrinkly, red body. And in the background, are the parents. Smiles and tears on their faces tell more than words ever can.
Closing the computer, I set it on the table next to me then get up. To the little wet-bar, I go to pour the remainder of my Cognac down the drain. I want a baby more than anything. More than sex, more than being built like a brick shit-house, more than booze. I want a baby that looks like me and Cami more than I’ve ever wanted anything, other than the kid’s mother.
The traces of the amber liquor roll in a circular fashion around the tiny drain and I have to wonder if this will be enough.
Will I see the day when my wife’s tummy is swollen with my child…
Chapter 3
CAMILLA
“The aromas in this place are amazing!” Catarina tells me as she brings the kids and comes inside. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Is Cyprian’s cousin, Jasper coming today too?”
“He’s here,” I tell her as I take her coat and she picks up the kids’ coats as they’ve shucked them off and ran to find the rest of the family. “But you’ll have to go easy with him, Catarina. He’s not like the forceful men you’ve left in your past. He’s not that caveman who’ll toss you over his shoulder and take you to his cave. You can’t expect that from him.”
“We’ve been on a handful of dates since you’re wedding, nearly a year ago. He’s just not making any effort,” she whispers as we make our way into the formal living room where everyone has congregated to wait for the Thanksgiving meal to be served.
“Perhaps you should meet him half-way,” I say as she’s not once gone to see him in New York.
“That’s not my style.” She tosses her hair back and pouts.
“Your style made need to change if you want a nice man in your life.” I push the door open and find everyone talking and laughing. Everyone except Cyprian. He sits on one of the sofas with a glass of coconut milk in his hand, a blank expression lets me know, he’s nearing his breaking point with the celibacy, no exercise, and no alcohol.
Nudging my sister toward the smiling man whose eyes lit up as soon as Jasper saw her, I make my way to see if I can’t bring a smile to my husband’s face. Taking the place beside him, he looks at me. “Looks like everyone’s made it. I’ll go tell the kitchen staff we’re ready to eat.”
“I’ll come with you,” I say as I get up and take his hand.
After we leave the room and walk a little ways down the hall, I wrap my arm around him and pull him with me onto one of the many patios outside the house. The air is brisk and cold. “What are you doing?”
“I want to ask you something,” I say as I press up against him, pushing him against the wall. “I want to ask you if we could possibly make love tonight. It’s been two whole weeks.”
He stammers as his eyes search mine. “Are you being serious? I thought you said we’d have to wait until Christmas?”
“I know I did. But you look like you could use a little reprieve from your sexual exile. We can get back to the celibacy thing tomorrow. Then we can have some Christmas fun in a month from now.”
“A month,” he says as he wraps his arms around me. “My God, it sounds so long. So far away.”
“So, is that a yes for tonight?” I ask as he looks past me and out at the scene behind me.
“We should wait. I really want this. I can wait,” he says then lets me go.
With a nod, I go back inside with him following me. I can’t wait, though and I will get him to give in later. He needs this. He needs to get a break from this.
CYPRIAN
“I shouldn’t have eaten that much,” I say as I can feel the bulge in my stomach. Normally, if I was still exercising, my stomach would be much too tight to show anything I ate. But my body is already beginning to look softer.
Cami sits next to me on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Everyone has left after the Thanksgiving dinner, leaving us all alone. My body goes tense as she pushes my sweater up, running her hand over my stomach. Her lips touch my neck as she coos, “I need you, baby.”
“Aw, you’re not playing fair,” I whine at her as my cock stirs. I haven’t allowed it to even move this much and she’s going to make this so hard not to do.
“I know I’m not. I want you. I ache for you,” she says with a low groan. “I don’t care if we don’t get pregnant. I want you. Please, Cyprian. Please take me to Heaven like you’ve always done. Kids will come to us or they won’t. I need you.” Her mouth feels like hot lava as she sucks on my neck.
“Cami,” I moan as her mouth moves around then she’s on my lap, straddling me and putting her mouth on mine.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve tasted my wife’s kiss. My hands move to take her by the shoulders and pull her off me. Instead, one goes to hold the back of her neck as the other runs up her spine.
My mouth won’t let me stop. My cock grows as she moves on my lap, enticing me to give into her. Though my head is telling me I shouldn’t be doing this, my heart and lower regions are telling me they won’t let me stop.
Her mouth leaves mine and she looks into my eyes. “In front of the fireplace would be very romantic, don’t you think?”
I can only nod as she gets off me and tosses a soft throw on the carpeted floor right in front of the fireplace. The warmth of it flushes my skin as she pulls my sweater off. Her hands move over my not so hard abs.
I push her dress off her shoulders, kissing one of them as her creamy flesh begs me to. Soft kisses I trail up to her neck as she undoes my pants and they fall down my legs to the floor.
Kissing her earlobe, I whisper, “I love you, baby.”
Her mouth moves down my chest as she moves down my body, ridding me of the boxers and kissing the tip of my very erect dick. “I love you,” she says, making her lips graze the tip of the organ that is pulsing with the blood that’s leaving every part of my body to fill it up with what’s about to happen next.
Moving her to the blanket, I take off her bra, stopping to admire the tits I have dreams about. Massaging them, I find her moving her hands with mine. “You’re beautiful.” I leave a kiss on one nipple.
“So are you,” she says as she pulls her hips up. “These panties are bothersome. Would you be so kind as to remove them?”
As I do as she’s asked, moving down her curvy body and pulling her panties off. My face hovers near her sex. The heat from it warms my lips. I could just get her off and keep my sperm to myself. “How about we change things up?”
With a kiss to her clit, I find her hands on my shoulders. “How about we don’t?” She pulls at me to come to her and I can’t seem to tell her, no.
Instead, I trail kisses up her stomach and stop at her throat. “You want me inside of you, don’t you?”
She shakes her head. “No, Cyprian. I need you inside of me. I crave you. I want to feel that smooth skin slide into my wet depths.”
“Damn it,” I groan as her words have me even harder. “Baby, are you sure?”
“Please, Cyprian.” Her lips press against the hollow of my throat. “Show me how much you love me. I’ve missed you, even though I’ve seen you every day, I’ve missed your touch.”
“As I’ve missed yours,” I say as I move my cock to her entrance and shiver as the tip touches the outer edge of her sweet, sweet canal.
She arches up to me and I find myself moving up. “Please.”
I can’t stop myself. I have to feel her. Slowly, I ease into her and our combined moans fill the air. “Yes!”
Her satin skin runs all around me. Her heat is felt all the way to the tip of my toes. “Please don’t hate me later for this, Cami.”
“I could never hate you, Cyprian,” she says as she takes my face between her palms. “If a child never comes to us, I still will never hate you. You and I are one in the same. Now let’s put this nonsense behind us and be the man and wife we were before we let this get in our way. I love you and I want to show you. And I need you to show me how you feel about me.”
With one easy, long stroke, I say, “Words cannot express how much I love you. So, allow me to show you just how much I cherish you.” Her lips taste like lemon pie, she smells like sage, rosemary, and thyme. She feels like and angel in my arms and I’m ready to show her what she means to me.
Children or no children, I have a wife who loves me so much, she’d forgo children just to feel my touch. I can’t see that as a bad thing.
But will I be the one who regrets this night…
Chapter 4
CAMILLA
His hands are soft as they roam over my skin. His lips graze along my collarbone, sending a slow heat all through me. I don’t recall a time I’ve felt quite like this. I’m not exactly horny. It’s more of a need to be with him. It’s odd but I’m thankful he’s given into me.
My body arches up to his as he makes a near exit. I can’t seem to get enough of him. His back is rippling as I move my hands all over it, relishing how his muscles feel.
He’s complained about them becoming less defined in the two weeks he’s limited his exercise regimen. I feel a slight difference but he’s still a total hard-body. His commitment to raising his sperm count has been astonishing.
I know it’s only been two weeks but he’s amazed me. Not only did he limit his exercise, a thing he dearly loves doing, but he’s stayed celibate. No alcohol has passed his lips and he’s ingested only food that he found out raises sperm counts. His determination to have children is inspiring.
I didn’t think he’d go this far. It’s nowhere near as much as a woman would have to do to try to overcome infertility but it’s a hell of a lot for a man to do. Cyprian will be an excellent father, of that I have no doubt.
“I love you, Cami.” His lips move along my neck then his hands move through my hair and he inhales. “You smell like home.”
Breathing him in too, I whisper, “You smell like I could seek sanctuary in your arms forever.”
His movements have my body flowing with his. A perfect slow dance that joins us. I don’t recall it ever being like this. So, easy yet deeper than any other time before.
My eyes catch his as he moves from kissing one side of my neck to kiss the other. He stops and we look at one another. I caress his cheek as I feel the tremors, signaling the onset of my climax.
He feels it too and kisses my cheek. “Come for me.”
Grabbing his shoulders, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold him as close to me as I can as my body explodes around him. “God! Yes!” My jaw is clenched as I grind my body against his until his eyes close and he goes stiff.
His heat rips through me, going like a missile into my soul. I feel the pulsing all through my body as it releases. Our hearts pound as he lies on top of me. Like two drums, beating out a rhythm, the sounds fill my ears.
I open my eyes as his lips touch mine. “I love you, Camilla Girard,” his lips move over mine with his words.
“I love you, Cyprian.” I feel a tear fall and have no idea why. It must be the beauty of what we’ve just done. I have to say it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
Holding me until there is nothing left, Cyprian kisses me until the last bit of ecstasy has ebbed. I feel safe in his arms. I feel loved, and needed.
And I pray we didn’t mess things up…
Chapter 5
CYPRIAN
A month has passed since I’ve touched my wife. My insides are on fire for her. It’s Christmas and we’re on our way to bed just as soon as we exchange the last two gifts we got each other.
I am primed and ready for action. With a month of baby juice stewing away inside of me, I foresee no problems with my sperm count. I took a little test I found and it came up with a great number.
It seems I’m very fertile right now and Cami’s about to be the recipient of a load of the stuff. I hope her eggs are ready to hatch!
Her gift is the test I took earlier today. I know it sounds kind of nasty and a bit on the gross side. But I put it in a see-through plastic baggie, I placed it in a box and gift-wrapped it for her. Her hands won’t get dirty until later!
“Here’s mine, Cyprian,” Cami says as she comes into the sitting room upstairs where I’ve been waiting for her.
“Where’d you go for so long, Cami?” I ask as she walks up to me and I pull her to sit on my lap.
“I made a quick phone call to Santa and got a last-minute Christmas present for you. It took him a few minutes to get it to me but he made it,” she tells me with a giggle.
She’s holding a box that looks like it might have a bracelet in it. It’s long and slender, wrapped in red paper with a black bow. I’m not a man who wears jewelry, so I’ll have to act like I like the thing.
“You open yours first,” I tell her as I pick up the box off the table next to me.
She places her gift on the table and takes mine. “What could this be?” Pulling the bow off the box, she pulls the lid off it and sees the mound of blue tissue paper covering the baggie with the test results in it. “Cyprian, what’s this?”
“Pick it up and see what it is,” I say as I watch her face, intensely.
My stomach feels tight as I wait for her to see that I’m loaded with little swimmers. She picks up the baggie with two fingers as she looks at the device inside of it. “What the heck is this thing?”
“Do you see those numbers on the little opening at the end of the stick?” I ask her.
She nods. “And what do they mean?”
“That I’ve managed to build up my sperm. You have an excellent chance at getting pregnant tonight,” I say then kiss her cheek. “What do you think about that?”
“I think that’s going to be quite impossible,” she says with a frown. “I can’t get pregnant tonight. Sorry, Cyprian. Christmas will not be the night we conceive our first child.”
“And just how do you know this, Cami?” I ask as she’s not that damn aware of her body to know this won’t work tonight.
“I just do,” she says with a shrug. “Trust me.”
“Are you saying you want to wait a while longer before we have sex?” I ask. “Because I’m about to explode, baby.”
“We can definitely have sex.” She runs her arms around my neck and kisses me long and hard, with a side of wanting as her tongue does a number on mine and my cock springs to attention.
I get up, cradling her in my arms and carry her to the door. Her mouth leaves mine and she looks puzzled. “I’m taking you to our bed, Cami. What’s that look for?”
“We can’t yet. You still have to open my gift. Put me down, so you can do that. Then we can go to our bed and you and I can devour one another until the early morning light sends us to sleep.”
Oh, yeah. The stupid bracelet I’m going to have to pretend to like!
“Okay,” I say as I put her down and she walks over to pick it up. “Let me have it.”
She turns to look at me with the box in her hand. “You don’t sound excited about seeing what I’m giving you.”
“Sure, I am. I just have loving you on my mind and I’m more than ready to get to that.” I gesture to the hard-on that has my pajama bottoms stretched to their limits.
“I see that.” Her eyes go to my cock and brighten. “But I want you to open your present first. Then we can get to that business.”
Wiggling my finger at her, I say, “Bring it to me, baby.”
Her fingers play with the belt of her red robe and she pulls it, letting her robe fall open, revealing a very sexy, red, barely-there negligee she’s been hiding underneath it. Stepping forward, she holds out the gift to me then runs her hands up her body and bites her lip. “I can
barely wait.”
Taking the box, I pull her into my arms, nuzzling her neck, I whisper, “I think this little gift can wait until I’ve tasted you.”
Before my lips touch hers, she twists her head to stop me. “Open it, please.”
With a sigh, I let her go, so I can get the gift out of the way, so we can get to the good stuff. “Okay, have it your way. Just know I’m about to fall apart here.”
“I know you are,” she says as she watches my hands untie the bow and pull the top off the box.
I freeze as I see what’s inside. “Cami!”
“Yes,” she says as I pull the clear baggie out of the box.
“Cami!” I say again as my mind is going foggy. “It’s a plus sign! It’s a plus sign!”
“It is,” she says with a giggle. “Looks like we conceived on Thanksgiving night. See, I told you we couldn’t conceive our first born on Christmas night. Sorry about that.”
Putting the pregnancy test down on the table, I pull her into my arms and pick her up. “You little minx! How long have you known?”
“I was two weeks late and I just took the test a few minutes ago. That’s why I took so long to get back to you. So, what do you think about this news?” Her smile is the widest I’ve ever seen.
“I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been except for that day in Paris when you said the words, ‘I do.’ And how do you feel, Mrs. Girard?”
“I feel amazing,” she says as I whisk her out of the sitting room, taking her to our bedroom to celebrate the pregnancy and the end of my celibacy.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” I say as I lie her on the bed.
“Don’t you dare,” she says with a growl. “Cuff me up and fuck me like you own my ass.”
My cock nearly splits my PJ’s open as it surges with her sexy attitude. But I remember all too well that getting pregnant was never her issue. Staying that way was.
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