“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” It was true. She was and I knew she always would be, a conviction I was never going to give up. She was it for me.
Iris laughed, self-conscious, but there was a steely confidence there. “Maybe today.”
“Maybe forever. Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.” I didn’t move, staying right where I was, watching.
Memorising every second of this so I never forgot a moment of it.
Her lips curved in the slightest of smiles and then she sat on the bed, moving cushions and pillows, propping herself up before her eyes came back to mine.
“You want to watch me touch myself?”
I nodded. “I want to see how you play with that pretty pussy.”
She watched me as her hands grazed over her body, over her tits, toying with her own nipples and then down over her stomach. Her fingers started to explore between her legs, and I finally moved from the window so I could see better, aware of the tight pull at the base of my cock that told me how close I was.
“Your fingers are shining.”
She nodded, holding up the hand that had been playing with herself. “Taste me.”
I did as she asked, sucking on each finger individually, taking my time. Iris took hold of my cock with her other hand and stroked up and down it, slowly teasing.
I broke, cupping her sex with my hand, groaning at the wetness I found there. I teased around her entrance, pressing the tip of a finger inside her, hearing her breath catch, then I put my attention on her clit, circling and rubbing, her moans becoming louder, her breathing heavier. Her hand on my cock moved erratically and I knew, thankfully, she would come before I did.
Her eyes stayed on mine as her body started to writhe, her hips bucking, her pussy becoming wetter. I fingered her briefly as her orgasm subsided, the sensation enough to bring about my own release and I came over her hand and my stomach, incoherent words erupting at the same time.
I’d sat down on the bed, my legs unable to hold me any longer, my lungs feeling as if I’d just completed a marathon with a personal best.
“Neither of us begged.” She kept her hand on my cock.
“There’s still time.” I took a long look down her body. “Lots of time.” I moved over her, aware that we were both messy and not caring, kissing her was more important.
“We should clean up,” she said, when the kiss ended. “Want to save water?”
“Sounds practical.”
We showered, actually keeping it practical, although my cock was definitely awake and her tits had a really good wash, and then I showed her where I’d booked for the next two nights. It was a hotel in the centre of York, an old stately home where someone royal in the sixteen hundreds had stayed. Both of us had been to York before but not for a while, so there was a quick discussion about what we wanted to do, given that the weather was likely to be typically shit.
Iris lay on the sofa, looking somewhat sated, but there was a gleam in her eye that told me trouble was still on the horizon. There was only so long we were going to hold out having sex for because I wasn’t a stupid enough man to cut my nose – or penis – off to spite my face.
I’d told myself already that we wouldn’t be having sex tonight. As much as I wanted to, as much as I was seeing that she wanted to, there was no reason to rush this.
I needed to show her that this wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about convenience, a forced-proximity situation with a baby that would tie us together for the rest of our lives. It was about her. Her and me.
I leaned over her and pushed her T-shirt up to expose her stomach, kissing just below her belly button.
“I can’t wait for the scan.” I remembered my brothers before the twelve week scans for their kids and how nervous they were and how bad they were at trying to hide it.
“Me neither. I can’t wait to have a proper baby bump as well.” She pushed her fingers through my hair. “I know my body’s going to change forever but I’m not bothered. I want this baby so much.” Her eyes moved off her belly to me.
I wasn’t sure of what the right words were, so I leaned further up and gave her a kiss, one that was soft and lingered. Her hands caught my shoulders, adjusting us so I was over her and her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me down on top of her.
“Don’t you feel like we missed out on the baby-making bit?” There was hurt in her eyes. “The fun bit.”
“No. Not really.” I kissed her again. “But we can catch up on that part. Soon.”
She groaned, the sound vibrating through me. “I really want you inside me.”
“Are you about to beg?” I sat back up, careful not to put any weight on her.
