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He crashes his lips into mine as he guides my hips to be directly above me. When I nod my head, he guides me down.
His fingers had made me feel full. His cock makes me feel stretched.
Enzo whispers sweet words of encouragement, allowing me to drop at my own pace as he fills me. I move slowly, but every inch pulls out unfamiliar noises from me. Whimpers and pleas for more.
“Good girl. Look at you, you’re taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for it.”
His dirty compliments turn me on in a way I wasn’t expecting. It gives me the extra motivation I need to sink fully down on him, our pelvises flush together as he fills me up completely. I nod my head, asking for more.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in you. I bet you’ll look even better when you cum on it. But this time, you’re going to say my name as you fall apart.”
He guides both of my arms behind my back, securing my wrists with one of my hands. It juts my still-clothed chest out in front of him. He grunts in annoyance, using his free hand to roughly grab at them and tweak my nipples until they’re hard against the fabric. When he’s satisfied, he wraps his hand around my neck and starts fucking me from beneath me.
“Enzo! Oh god, Enzo,” the words fall from my lips like a prayer. Enzo curses and praises in the same breath. The world feels like it comes crashing down on me, my orgasm ripping itself from me with such power my vision goes black.
Enzo comes right after me. He releases my hands and neck to hold my hips still as he fucks himself through his orgasm.
After a moment, Enzo helps me off him. There’s no way anyone is going to see me and not know what happened deeper in the garden. I should find the thought appalling, but with his cum dripping down my thigh, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Beautiful,” Enzo mutters. He continues to give me words of praise in between soft kisses until we can hear a commotion at the reception. With a sigh, he pulls me back towards the party.
“Emma! There you are.”
My father comes rushing towards us, followed by Sal. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about. Enzo took good care of her while you were gone.”
My father forces a smile at Sal while my cheeks turn red. The pleased smile on Enzo’s face tells me he doesn’t mind the assessment his father has made.
“It was a lovely wedding, Sal. I think I better be getting Emma home, though,” my father says, giving the man a hug and shaking Enzo’s hand. The tight smile never leaves his lips, never relaxed into something genuine.
“It was nice to meet you, Emma,” Enzo says. My name feels like a dirt word coming from his lips. I’m too embarrassed to say anything back so I just smile at him.
Chapter Five- Emma (Four Weeks Later)
It’s way too hot to be wearing a hoodie, but I have one pulled on. The hood is up, hopefully concealing my face from anyone who might see me. The last thing I need right now is to be recognized.
No one shops at this pharmacy anymore, not since a Walgreens opened up a couple of blocks away. The mom-and-pop pharmacy is way overpriced compared to the chain. Fewer people shopping here means less of a chance of me running into someone I know. Or someone my father knows.
I look at the packages in front of me and try to remember what I read online. Private browser. My dad doesn’t check my internet history, but my luck he would somehow stumble across it when I was trying to look up information about pregnancy tests.
Because I’m late, and I had unprotected sex. Even with the inadequate sex education from a Catholic all-girls school, I know what that means. That’s not considering the other things that have been happening. My stomach revolts every time I open the fridge, an absolute exhaustion has settled over me, and the odd way everything tastes vaguely metallic. Apparently, that’s something that can happen when you’re pregnant.
Taking a test confirms what I already know.
Pink dye is better, that’s what the internet told me. The blue line tests will sometimes leave a second line when you aren’t pregnant, an evaporation line. I’d never realized how much information was out there about conception and pregnancy tests and pregnancy. Pages and pages of information. Communities of women trying to determine if there’s a faint line. Words like evaporation line and days post ovulation are now a part of my vocabulary.
My eyes wander to the items directly next to the pregnancy tests. Prenatal vitamins. I swallow down the lump that’s forming in my throat. Prenatal vitamins are another thing women love to discuss in forums online. I haven't been intending to read what needs to be done if I am pregnant because taking the test is overwhelming enough right now, but I fell into a wormhole.
At six weeks pregnant, your baby is the size of a pea.
A pea. That’s not a human being, not yet. Despite going to Catholic school for most of my life, I don’t share the faith, nor do I share most of their values. There are pills that can take care of this problem, and I can continue with my life guilt-free. No need to look at vitamins.
I look at them again. My hand moves to my stomach as if I might feel some sort of connection with whatever is in there. It’s too early to feel any movement, to feel little kicks. According to the forums, during a first pregnancy, it isn’t uncommon to not feel anything until about week twenty.
Maybe I should pick up some vitamins just in case the tests come back positive. That way, I don’t feel rushed into a decision. According to the internet, I was supposed to start with the prenatal vitamins before I got pregnant. Something about healthy levels of folic acids and DHA. It's a foreign language to me.
A few of the tests are more expensive, claiming to pick up on a pregnancy several days before a missed period. I ignore those. My period was supposed to start almost two weeks ago. For the first couple of days, I could brush it off as stress. After the first week, I got a little worried. I wasn’t experiencing anything like they do in the movies. In the movies, pregnancy is always so obvious. All my signs have been subtle. I don’t puke, but I feel nauseous. A bump didn’t appear on my stomach overnight, but I become bloated so easily. And there was some blood. Not enough to be considered a period but some.
Implantation bleeding. At least, that’s what the internet has told me. It feels like learning this would have been a better use of my health class than what they taught.
