I straight off drop my pants. Her eyes go down, and she stares, licking her lips. I let her – I’m not shy.
“Feels like I’m going to explode if you don’t stick yourself into me right now.” She doesn’t need to invite me twice.
“You know, these last couple of days I’m horny as shit. Is it normal?” She turns on the water in the shower. Asking a man questions while his brain is not working, and expecting an answer, is not logical. But I try.
“I’m not a girl, but I know I feel the same way when I’m around you, so maybe it’s the female version of blue-balls.” I stand and watch her getting wet, in more ways than one. Then her hand moves between her legs and I’m lost. In a matter of a millisecond, she unravels me so much that I don’t even remember my name.
A low groan escapes from the back of my throat at the sight – of her touching herself, water droplets that stick to her skin, and the way her nipples perk out slowly until they’re hard and tight, as if begging to be touched.
She moans, arching her body. Goosebumps form on her velvety soft skin. I’m fucking flabbergasted. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my whole damn life and if it’s possible to get harder, I just did.
“Shit, Mel!” She looks at me with her take-me-to-bed eyes, not stopping what she’s doing.
“Jealous?”
“Hell, no! Anything but.” I’m so full I can’t wait anymore. I stare at her, mouth open, with smoldering eyes. Her body slowly starts throbbing and she throws her head back, eyes closed, moaning softly.
I step into the shower and my dick pokes her in the stomach where it stands firm and ready to please.
I slide a finger over her puffed-out clit. Then my hands move to her ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around me, and at the same time, I plunge my full length into her. She gasps.
I move in and out with fast hungry thrusts, driving her insane and me insaner – if that’s even a word. My tongue is tracing circles around her nipple, my hands cupping her butt.
She shouts hard when I push in, balls deep, and her body shakes as she cums, pleasure erupting through her. I empty myself inside her with a loud groan when my climax explodes like a fucking rocket. We stay like that panting, eyes closed.
“Shit. Mel, you … you … I’ve never ….. shit.” I pull out but she keeps hanging on to me as if her legs turned into jello. I must admit that my own knees are not wholly solid as well.
After what feels like hours I eventually let her go and we quickly shower.
A few minutes later there’s a knock on the door. It’s the delivery guy with our stuff. Wrapped in only a towel, I pay while she gets out some plates.
Sitting on her bed, in only my shirt, she grabs a burger and gulps it down as if she hasn’t eaten for weeks.
“You seem better.”
“I’m starving.”
“Told you an injection always works.” She just rolls her eyes. Even the way she rolls her eyes is super sexy.
Doom tries to steal some food and she breaks off a piece of meat and feeds the little brat.
Pretty Woman. Not my choice, but I don’t care what we watch as long as she’s in my arms.
She jumps up and runs for the bathroom, just reaching the toilet to puke her burger out. Shit. I go get the brown bags from the drugstore.
She rinses her mouth and face. I stand in the doorway with the bags, not knowing how to say what I’m about to say.
“Mel.”
“Hm.”
“I know you’re on the pill … but your symptoms could be … eh … just pee on this stick so we can be sure.” It’s awkward, but I hold out a pregnancy test to her. She looks confused and a little scared.
“Shit,” she whispers, but she takes the test and opens it.
She can’t have a baby now. Don’t get me wrong, I would love her to carry my kid … but she’s still too young. She just started her studies and we just started dating. We have our whole lives to get pregnant.
She closes her eyes for a second before heading for the loo. Getting the aim right to hit the desired spot on the small stick is a great accomplishment, especially while her whole body seems to shake.
She’s concentrating so hard, that she doesn’t even notice that her tongue is sticking out a little. She puts the stick on the basin, wipes, and cleans her hands.
“Now what?”
“We have to wait for about 3 minutes.” It says so on the packet.
My eyes are focused on the piece of white peed-on plastic as if it might turn into a devil-baby, my baby.
We end up waiting five minutes but only one pink line appears. It’s negative.
“Thank goodness, no baby, just a bug.” I’m not sure if I’m happy or disappointed. She casts me a glance I’m not in the right mindset to fully analyse. But I know it’s not normal.
We go back to bed and I take her into my arms and plant a kiss on her cheek.
“That was awkward,” she says, sounding almost sad and I examine her face carefully.
“Eh, yeah, luckily it’s only a bug,” she continues, trying to sound cheerful and I’m not sure if she’s truly happy about the outcome, or if she’s sad that she’s not pregnant.
“We’re very lucky, we’ve dodged a bullet. What would we do with a baby?”
“Eh, yes, that would be crazy.” She snuggles deeper into my arms. “Do you want a family someday?”
“Yes, I want a big family, like yours. But only if you’re up for it. For a while, after my sister died, it was just me, and then Luke came along. And now I have Alejandro as well.” I can hear my voice change when I mention my sister.
“What happened to her?” I wait a while before I answer, trying to grip a hold of my emotions. This is one of those demons I don’t let out often. The first one and most likely the biggest of the lot.
I take a mounded breath, glad I can’t see her eyes right now. I won’t be able to take it if I see pity lacing her blues, a look I’ve seen a fair number of times in my life, and nothing pisses me off more. I don’t need anybody’s pity.
“It was Lori’s eighth birthday, and I knew my parents were busy preparing a surprise party for her at her favorite restaurant. All her friends … the whole family …”