I love him more for it, I think.
Love?
Hell...I put the word on ice to examine later.
"How about this?" I ask. "Let's try and put the past where it belongs. In the past."
He kisses me again. "Deal."
This time, I throw off the covers and press up against him, naked, so I can feel the heat of his skin seep into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, mouth open, tongue seeking his.
There is fire in the kiss, and he's not holding back as he pulls me into him, his erection pressing into me, making me wet, making me ache.
There's fire, but it's just there, contained, and the kiss remains soft and intimate and different from the other ones. It's real, it's us. There aren't any games or lies between us. Just two people who are into each other.
It's naked, frightening, delicious. And I'm insanely turned on.
He kisses me lightly now, sucking my lip into his mouth, teeth gently biting down in a way that feels way too good,sending the tendrils of want and aching need spiraling down to my pussy.
I moan, and he lets go of my lip, sliding his along my chin, my cheek, and then nibbles a soft path down my throat, then he licks up to my ear.
"What do you want, sweet Lola? I can stop, we can go on, we can kiss or just cuddle or sleep. It's up to you."
There's a part of me that appreciates the ball in my court, as he puts it.
But I both want to give it to him for him to have the control, and I just want to greedily hold it.
But then I realize I don't need to make a decision. "We can just let what happens happen."
"Your safe word, it can apply to anything here, okay? Say it, and we'll stop. Ask me to hold you until you sleep, and I will. Or you can just sleep. You?—"
"Let's just see. I know I have my safe word. And I know I can say no if we're not in play."
I kiss him once again.
"Do you know how hard it is not to wrap you tight? Now I know..." He swallows as his eyes get too shiny. "Now I know."
He touches me, tenderly running his fingers over my stomach. Like I'm showing.
I look down. It looks slightly rounded. But honestly, I don't think I'm showing yet. I'm probably bloated or something.
But there's delight in his touch, so I don't correct him when he says, "This...this is amazing. When does he kick?"
"I think it's just cells and a teeny tiny thing that doesn't look human right now. And...Lyndall says it's a girl."
"When?"
"When I took the test."
The hurt in his tone eases. "That's ridiculous. He's a boy. Big, strong, handsome."
"I think it looks like a tiny alien. Or splitting cells. I don't know much about this."
"Neither do I."
"It's why I want to see the doctor."
