by T. Cobbin
“Good.”
She turned them both over, moving down the bed until she was level with his cock, which lay at half-mast. Not a few minutes ago he had shot his seed deep inside of her, but now as she gently blew on it, it twitched and grew to attention. Licking up the side of his cock, she watched in satisfaction as it swelled and stood, looking strong and proud. Charlie’s hand fisted in her hair as she placed her lips over his erection and drew it deeply into her mouth. When it hit the back of her throat, she hummed and felt it jerk.
“Oh shit,” he moaned.
She could feel how much he was resisting moving his hips, and his other hand was firmly gripped in the rumpled sheets. Swallowing, she pulled her head up then promptly down again. She played the same routine over and over, pausing then licking around the head of his cock, sliding her tongue through the slit in his penis. She could taste the pre-cum as it flowed over her taste buds. She hummed more as Charlie’s hand fisted in her hair tighter and his hips began moving. She slipped quickly into his head only to hear a mantra of “yes, yes, oh God, yes.”
She took on the relentless motion of up and down, running her tongue up and over his cock until swelled even more. Cupping his heavy balls in her hand, she felt them draw up.
“Oh, baby, I’m coming.” His knees bent and his hands fisted tighter in her hair, causing a little pain.
He cried out, and suddenly she found the salty, musty taste of his seed at the back of her throat. Swallowing it all down, she licked his cock clean and withdrew.
He smiled dreamily. “See...instigator!” She smiled and lay on his chest. Closing her eyes, she heard the quiet words “I love you” before drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 10
“You’ll be okay, right?” Eve asked Charlie again.
“Yes, baby. It’s just Fred, the caretaker. I have to meet him to make sure all is okay. It’s normal, remember?”
“I know, I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“I told you...thick head?” he said, tapping the side of his head.
“Promise no more than an hour, right?”
She felt her nerves wrangle. They had been on the island for a month now. She still found things so unreal but was getting used to how things worked. Today, however, felt more of a chore, panic and pain ran through her chest, making it hard to breathe. Charlie had done all he could to try to calm her down.
“Stay in my head if you want to. I won’t be long.”
“Charlie,” she whined.
“Shush, baby. I promise I’ll be okay.”
She watched him walk out the door. Her heart screamed as the door closed. Her head felt at war. She knew he had to meet the caretaker, and she knew she couldn’t be seen, but just the thought of being without him crippled her. Had she become so dependent on him?
“I’m okay. Just walking down the path. I’m passing the place where you jumped me, held me down, and had your wicked way a few weeks ago.” She could hear him chuckling in her head.
She continued listening for the next fifteen minutes as he walked to the dock. She carried on through him meeting the caretaker and going up to the generator hut.
After he had seen the caretaker off the dock, he told her he was making his way back. She breathed in relief. Staying with him, she was surprised when he barked out an order. “Go upstairs and lie on the bed. Naked. I’ll give you ’til the count of ten.”
She ran up the stairs, stripping her clothes off, excited at the new game, because she knew where this was going to lead.
“Nine. Ten. Close your eyes. Relax, baby. No one is on the island but me. Close those beautiful eyes and take a deep breath.”
Did he know her that well? She swore at times he knew her better than she knew herself.
“Put your hands on those wonderful, full, perky breasts of yours and caress them. Wet a finger and draw it around the nipple. I bet it puckers and hardens. Fuck, man, how can I run with this fucking hard-on?
“Slide a hand over your stomach, feeling that soft skin. Keep going until you reach the curls between your legs. I bet you’re wet already. Push a finger in between your silky folds.
“I can smell you in my head. I hope you’re doing this, because when I get in that door in about five minutes I’ll be as naked as you, and sweetheart, I am so fucking rock hard right now I’ll be inside of you quicker than you can say sex!
“Get on your hands and knees. Rest your head on a pillow and place a hand between your legs again. Run a finger around that sensitive little nub of yours. I bet it’s all hard and peeking out from under its hood.
“Are your hips bucking, baby? Do you want something inside of you? I’m going to grip your hips and ram my dick so hard inside you you’ll scream my name.
“Push a finger inside your wet, slick hole. Now push another in. I bet your juices are running down those fingers.
“Get yourself off, baby, I’m not far.”
Getting the message he was too close to coming, she pulled from his mind. With her knees at the end of the bed she carried on circling around her clit and then pushing her fingers as far as they would go inside of her. She moved her other hand down off her breast to the little, hard nub.
She wanted Charlie so badly. She moved her finger faster, circling her tiny bud. She could feel the flutter of her walls as she got closer to coming.
“Charlie,” she cried.
“Move your fingers, babe,” was the only warning she got before Charlie plunged into her core with his stiff cock, hard and fast, until his balls slapped at her clit, sending her into a fucking awesome orgasm. “I knew you were going to be wet.”
She screamed his name out.
“So fucking tight,” Charlie grunted as he began to move.
Her first orgasm carried on rippling over her as he pounded in and out of her.
“Not going to last,” he groaned as one of his fingers circled the sensitive bud.
“Oh God. No more, Charlie.”
Her clit was so sensitive it bordered on painful. The feel of his shaft inside her had her close to orgasm again. Her hands and head pushed further into the bed, everything disappeared, and all the worry of someone being on the island and anyone hurting her Charlie ebbed away. All she could feel was his finger, his cock, and his balls as they slapped against her.
“Come, baby!” he called out, pinching her stiff, little button.
At his command she went off, falling over the precipice. Her pussy tightened again around his cock as he slammed three more times inside of her then stiffened. She could feel the warm shots of semen spurt inside her as he shouted out her name.
Dragging her over to his side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around her. “That was the fastest I have ever run. I don’t think I did bad even with a hard-on.” He laughed between pants behind her. He laid a hand over her stomach and kissed her neck. Suddenly, his body tensed.
“What?” Her body stiffened, ready to run.
“I don’t feel it,” he said.
“What?”
“Your stomach doesn’t flutter, and I don’t feel the licking sensation on the end of my dick. In fact, if I remember, it hasn’t happened in a couple of weeks.”
She pulled away from him, feeling the loss as his cock slipped from her body. Turning to look at him, she placed a hand over her stomach.
“Do you think something is wrong?” she asked with a little panic in her voice.
“What was that Henrietta said about you going into heat and tendrils in the womb wall?”
“She said all of the fertile subjects created tendrils when they were in heat—it was those that collected the seed to procreate. Oh, and you said that you had created a monster, that I was starting all the sex a few weeks ago? She said something about me being near heat and that we get very frisky during that time. Oh God, if the tendrils collect your semen to create a baby and they’ve stopped now, you don’t think...” She stared at Charlie in shock. Could she really be pregnant?
Chapter
11
When Charlie jumped up and ran for the bathroom, Eve felt like crying. Was he sick at the thought of her having his baby? If Charlie didn’t want the baby, what was she to do?
Screw him, she thought after a few seconds. If she was pregnant, this baby was hers, and if Charlie didn’t want it, he could go home and leave her here. She’d find a way to survive.
She lay there listening to Charlie rummage around in the bathroom. Tears began to pool in her eyes. She gathered the quilt on the bed around her and curled in a ball. She’d begun to love him, had been enjoying their time here on the island, being free! Who would have thought she had missed out on so many things? She loved it here.
“OMG, I found one!” Charlie’s euphoric voice came from the bathroom. He hurried back into the bedroom, then stopped dead still. “Sweetheart?” He ran over to her. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want a baby?” His hands stroked over a few strands of hair, moving them from her face.
“You want one?” she asked as tears slid down her cheeks.
“With you? Hell yes!” His face beamed with joy.
“You’re not running?”
“Running from what?”
“From me. I thought you ran to the bathroom to throw up. I thought you were scared—”
His lips covered hers in a passionate kiss, stopping her words.
“Silly woman. I’m scared, yes, but only because we will have to do this on our own, not because you might be pregnant. I want you—I want everything to do with you. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere, got it?”
She saw the truth in his eyes. He really wasn’t running, and he really did want her. She leaned forward and kissed his lips, cupping his face in her hands. “Sorry,” she whispered.
“You could have just read my mind.”
She just shrugged, blushed, then smiled.
“I was looking for this. I thought I saw one in the cupboard under the sink when we first moved in. Will you use it?” In his hand he held a cardboard box with the words pregnancy test on it.
She grabbed the box and strolled to the bathroom butt naked. She knew damn well he was staring with a smile on his face.
Peeing on the stick was easy, but waiting for any sign of a difference was hard. Two minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.
Eve watched her handsome man pace the floor. He hadn’t put any clothes back on, and his cock was swinging as he paced. Her body heated just watching him. He moved with such agility. Each muscle was taut—there wasn’t an inch of fat anywhere on him.
She wanted so bad to see what he was thinking, but left him to it.
Pregnant? Would she be okay?
“Tell me one thing, Charlie, before I turn this over.” She motioned toward the test that she had placed upside down on the bedside table. He turned to look at her then knelt on the floor at her feet. “If I am pregnant, and the baby is different from us because of the DNA thing, tell me that you will love it and be there for us, and if you can’t, then promise me you will still protect us.”
“Woman.” He grasped her arms in a tight grip. “I want to shake you right now! I...” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Nothing will make me walk away from you, got it?”
Her whole body lit up with love in her heart for her man, even her freckles. She giggled as they both checked her body over.
“Well, that’s new,” he said with a chuckle.
“I feel so light in my heart, Charlie. I think I finally believe. No! I know I believe.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and smothered his face in kisses.
The kisses became heated as she reached his lips. He drew her in, kissing her back with a passion she now felt. Her freckles shone as her whole body felt the elation of being loved and wanted. Pulling back, he gently kissed over her skin, his lips skimming her body as he made his way down. She was sitting there with no clothes on, just wrapped in a sheet. Charlie pulled the sheet down from her breasts and licked around the areola. Her nipples instantly peaked and stiffened.
“Sweetheart, what you do to me!” he whispered against her heated skin. She gasped as he pulled a nipple into his mouth, tonguing it and nibbling at it.
“Oh yes. More, Charlie, more!”
His hands began to roam over her skin. She threw her head back and her chest forward as he drove her up the ladder to euphoria. She was certain her freckles couldn’t light up much more.
They kissed, their tongues fighting and entwining. Her skin became flushed and sensitive to each stroke his hands made. She ran her fingers down his back, making sure her nails bit into his muscles, leaving her mark. This was her man! She would make sure no other would have him!
He pushed her back on the bed, kissing and licking down her body until he came to her dripping center.
“So wet,” he murmured, running a finger through her folds. She lifted her hips as she felt nerves come alive.
“Charlie,” she sighed. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, making her gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel you come around my fingers.” He pulled them out then pushed them back in, gently running along her walls until he found the spot that made her cry out.
She felt the warmth of his mouth enclose around her clit and cried out his name as he sucked it in, causing her to orgasm. Stars shone, her freckles brightened even more, and she screamed in pleasure. She lay there feeling limp but happy.
Charlie climbed up her body and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Charlie reach up and turn the test over, but then his cock entered her in one swift movement and her mind turned to mush. She dug her nails in more and dragged them down his back to his arse then dug them in tight, pulling him closer to her.
“We’re going to have a baby,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled back then slammed forward. She couldn’t register his words as he pounded into her over and over.
“Come, baby. I’m so close,” he gritted out. He thrust a few more times than stilled as her pussy tightened in orgasm, milking his cock as it spewed his seed against her walls.
She was lying there enjoying the aftereffects of her orgasm when his words finally registered. “It’s positive?” she asked in shock.
“Yes, sweetheart.” His eyes shone as he answered.
“OMG,” she squealed. “It’s a good thing there’s a nursery in this house.” She chuckled.
“As if it was meant to be. Now go to sleep, you’ve worn me out.”
She laughed as his cock slipped from her body and his head flopped down onto her breasts.
“I love you, Charlie McDonald. Do you think we can do this without help?”
“Talk...morning...sleep, woman...tired...but yes!” His head jiggled on her chest as she laughed again. He turned his head and nipped her breast with his teeth, then lay back down. “Sleep!” he ordered.
She closed her eyes and gave in to sleep.
Chapter 12
Over the next couple of days they went through the items in the nursery, seeing what was there and making a list of things they needed to purchase. They spent some time on Charlie’s phone, looking over the internet for what to expect and downloading Ebooks on the subject. Well, what to expect if you were having a human baby that was, being there might be a few things different about their baby. Eve was happy even though she was a little worried. She often crept into Charlie’s brain to see if he felt the same. He did!
“Charlie, if we were to order some things, how would they deliver?”
“I could have the stuff delivered to the caretaker’s and he can bring it once a month. That would be the easiest, and I’m not sure I want someone else bringing stuff over to the island. I’ll talk to Fred and see if he’s okay with it.”
“If something goes wrong during the birth, you will look after him or her, right? You won’t let Eden get their hands on the baby?” She dropped the knife she was buttering toast with as his hands came around her waist and his teeth nipped at her neck.
“Stop
worrying. We have plenty of time yet. If need be, we’ll go sort something out, either my mother or some trained midwife or something.”
She turned in his arms to face him. “They might follow your mother, and someone else might open their mouth. We can’t risk it.” She curled her cheek into his cupped hands, taking small comfort from him.
“I will do anything to make sure you’re okay. If we need medical care, I’ll go to my father—he’ll know what to do. Making sure Eden doesn’t get their hands on your or our baby is a major priority for me. Now eat your toast and we can run, or we will end up in bed again.” To emphasize his point he pushed his erection against her stomach.
She kissed his nose, grabbed a piece of toast, then slapped his butt and set off out the door.
* * * *
“Sweetheart, be reasonable,” Charlie begged. “It’s not more than an hour. I have to go help Fred with the stuff we had delivered, and he has to come here to the house, because we ordered some items I can’t carry on my own, like that rocking chair you loved and the extra chest of draws—”
“No! No, Charlie, he can’t. I don’t want anyone near me or the baby. Tell Fred you can go back and get the stuff later or something. Please, you promised to keep us safe!” Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she wasn’t thinking rationally and was letting fear talk, but she couldn’t help herself. Fear was stronger.
“Darling, you will be safe. You can hide upstairs or go for a run on the other side of the island. He won’t get near you, and he’s an old man so he’s no threat. I made a promise to keep you safe and I intend on keeping it. Trust me.”
Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her heart pounded at the thought of anyone but Charlie being so near her baby. Over the last three months she had become used to Fred being on the island briefly. Charlie was always there with him, which helped, but this felt more intense, because this time Fred had to come to the house. She didn’t want anyone near her or the child.
Her pregnancy was developing quicker than the books or internet said it would. She could only be about three months along, but she had quite a bump already, almost as if she was six months. She was hungry and tired a lot of the time, but was lucky not to have suffered any ill health or morning sickness.