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After, he kissed me gently as he continued to move in and out, telling me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. It dawned on me that I hadn’t told him it back. Even though I was certain he knew, it was time. “Rush?” I whispered.
“Hmmm?” He trailed a path of tender kisses from my ear down to my neck and then up and over my chin before our lips met.
“I love you, too.”
His smile split from ear to ear. “Well, that’s good. Because I love you, too. But not Tee-Oh-Oh, too.” He climbed down my body and planted a kiss on my belly. “Because I love you, Tee-W-Oh, two.”I loved exploring her when she was fast asleep.
As I circled my index finger around her nipple, I swore her areola looked bigger and darker than yesterday. Her body was changing every day, like a flower slowly blooming. And fuck…I loved it so much. I loved Gia so much.
Making this kind of commitment to someone was scary as all fuck, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Accepting my feelings was the best thing I ever did. It felt so good not to have to fight them anymore. The fear hadn’t gone away. The difference was that I was letting it be there, telling it to fuck off while I lived my life and loved this girl. While I was more scared than I had ever been in my life, I’d never been happier, either. And that trumped everything else.
I slid my hand slowly down her abdomen before slipping my fingers inside of her. She was wet. Gia’s sexual appetite was voracious, even in her sleep.
Her body stirred and then she reached out to me. “Hey…you trying to get some?”
I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. “I am. You givin’?”
She climbed on top of me, kissing me hard on the lips. “I thought you might be tired of me after all the times we did it last night.”
“Fuck no. “I squeezed her ass. “Did you know there’s something called preggophilia?”
“Oh my God…what?”
“It’s a fetish. I Googled can’t get enough of pregnant woman and that came up. I think I might be a preggophile.”
She was cracking up. “I thought you were just saying that at first, but I’m starting to believe it.”
I took her hand and placed it on my rigid cock. “Believe this.”
Gia straddled me before sliding my cock into her wet cunt. The feeling of sinking into her hot pussy was like no other. It was truly like what I imagined heaven felt like.
She started to grind her hips over me. I loved sex with her in any position, but when she rode me, it always felt like I was even deeper into her. I loved being able to watch her tits bounce and to place my hands over different parts of her body, exploring her face, her hips, her ass. It almost made me feel guilty to be able to sit back while she did all the work, except for the fact that she really seemed to love being on top, seemed to love being in control.
You know what else I freaking loved? Being able to fuck her without a condom. Before her, I never took chances with anyone—always covered it up. Fucking her bare felt almost too good, and I had to constantly try to stop myself from prematurely blowing my load. Thankfully, Gia was so horny that she never took very long to come.
This time was no exception. As she came crashing down on top of me, throbbing over my cock, I spilled inside of her until there was nothing left.
Gia collapsed onto my chest. “How did I ever get so lucky?”
I caressed her hair for a while before I said, “I’m the lucky one.”
We lay there in silence. I don’t know what made me say, “I feel sorry for that bastard from The Heights, whoever he is, because he won’t know what he’s missing out on.” I blew out a breath. “Fuck that. I don’t feel sorry for him. I’m glad he took off.”
She laid her head on me and was quiet for a while before she said, “I wish this baby was yours. I would give anything for that.”
Her words squeezed at my chest. Of course, I wished that were the case. But dwelling on it in any way was futile. We could never change the fact that it wasn’t mine.
“I wish that, too, for ego reasons, but you know...he won’t ever feel like he doesn’t have a father. I’ll always be there for him—and for you. In the end, it won’t make a difference who his sperm donor was.” I held her tighter. “Things are the way they were meant to be. You don’t meet people by accident in life. That dude was meant to leave, and you were meant to meet me. It’s all written in the stars.”
